BIG A/N: I AM SO FREAKING STUPID!!!!!!! In my haste to get the posts out... I freaking posted the wrong chapters. So if any of you read the update well... congratulations bc you know what happens ahead of time, whoops! This is the struggle of having your chapters incorrectly numbered in a freaking google doc. -_-

About a month and a half passed for the group that I can actually describe as peaceful. I hadn’t heard a thing from Joohyung or seen him around the building. It was as if I imagined that night at the ice machine. I felt myself start to relax and settle into band life. Taehyung had been relentless on trying to get me to talk about what was going on with my ex-roommate. He’d badgered me about it that first week, asking if I was okay and if I needed to talk. It was nice of him, but I couldn’t tell him anything. I stuck with my normals lies, reassuring him everything was fine, that Joohyung had been dealt with and that I could take care of myself. I also redirected the conversation to talking about Jeongguk and him. Now that I knew he would leave at anytime now, I felt like I should have rushed along whatever time they had together. I’d been encouraging him to spend time with the maknae. He blabbered at me that he already spent every waking moment with the maknae but I saw the worry in his eyes. He sensed something was off, he just didn’t know what, and I hadn't had the heart to tell him.

    Jeongguk of course had been more closed off lately, but not from the members, from Taehyung. At that time, he felt that his affections would make the separation harder, so distancing themselves was the best decision. He started getting closer to Seokjin and Namjoon, what with the eldest being really kind and nurturing to him, and Namjoon being the only other person he could talk to about his fears. I noticed they were off at the recording studio with each other more often. Later Jeongguk would tell me that Namjoon was working on some music and he wanted to include Jeongguk in the process that way when he was away, he would still have contributed something to the group. It was really nice of Namjoon, as the elder didn’t get much opportunity to showcase it. He was the leader so he had to be hard on us. He was pushing us to do our best.

    And despite their minor cat fights, Seokjin understood that. I found out that their bickering was actually really common but didn’t mean much. They got over their fights rather quickly. I spent the month getting closer to Seokjin, and he would tell me about how hard Namjoon was working and how bad he felt for him and how much he wanted to be a better performer because of it. Every time this earnestness would show itself, that knife in my gut would twist a little deeper. I kept remembering that I betrayed him and he had no idea. I just kept thinking about when Joohyung would contact me again. I wouldn’t have anything for him, or at least, until my latest meetings with Yoongi, I didn’t think I would.

While I’d also been getting close to Seokjin and had intimate conversations about life and the future, I’d also been slowly warming up to my rather grumpy hyung over the month and a half. We’d been doing our weekly lyrics and music writing sessions, and while the first few meetings had been hard, they’d been helpful. Yoongi was hard and unyielding, but he was fair. He was blunt and but always made sure to explain my mistakes to me and help me fix them. I found myself respecting him more and more, and at one session, I even asked him how he became so knowledgeable on how to put phrases together and create emotion with his music. That one comment sparked a more intimate conversation with the elder. He started telling me about his upbringing, his parents, etc., and by the seventh session, I knew a lot about him.

He’d had a hard life like me, had to struggle and deal with people judging him by his looks and not his ability. He’d talked about how he always had to prove himself and never settle for second best. It was why he was so hard on the other members and even himself. He’d explained how he constantly felt insecure about his profession despite being so good at what he does. He’d told me how he originally entered the company to be a producer, but a last minute adjustment had moved him to be in the group. He talked about how the management had been influence by some random manager that while he had potential, Yoongi wasn’t ready to be a producer and that he needed practice before they put him out there. Yoongi said he’d never felt so belittled in his life, and ashamed that even after three years of being with the company, they still didn’t have faith in his work, which meant that his work wasn’t good enough to convince them otherwise. So he decided to take Bangtan Boys as a learning experience to improve his work so that the company would never doubt his ability again.

When I listened to this, I couldn’t help but feel admiration for my hyung, and utmost respect for his humility. I found myself wanting him to respect me and feel proud of my accomplishments. I wanted him to like me so badly. I felt like if I just worked hard enough, I would be able to do anything. I began thinking that I could repair the problems in my life, could settle the issue with Joohyung, could help out Jeongguk before he leaves, could stop Hoseok from worrying about me, and even get Namjoon and Seokjin to fight a little less. But of course, just when things start working out for you, they can take a horrible, and unexpected turn for the worst. And it did so with one simple text.

    “It’s Joohyung. Meet me in the lobby at 7:00.” Jimin blinked, and blinked again, wondering if he was having a nightmare, because surely this wasn’t happening. A month and a half, a freaking month and a half with no incident. His life had been going so smoothly, and now Joohyung had to go and unsettle it? Jimin sighed and looked at the clock. It was too early in the morning for his other members to be up. He would just slip out and be back before anyone noticed his absence. Jimin gently lifted his covers and got out of bed. Just as he was tip-toeing over to his dresser drawer, he heard and grunt and a moan. Freezing, Jimin slowly turned his head and looked back. Hoseok groggy eyes and disheveled appearance was what he saw. The elder quirked an eyebrow.

    “Jimin-ah, where are you going? It’s so early.” Hoseok husked. It sent shivers down Jimin’s spine. Shaking off his initial shock, Jimin smiled.

“I had a dream about banana milk, and now I’m really craving it. You want something hyung?” Hoseok smirked and shook his head, turning over and waving his hand in dismissal. Jimin inwardly sighed in relief and continued dressing. He tried making as little noise as possible to not disturb Hoseok. They’d been on more civil terms since Jimin’s last meeting with Joohyung. They even started texting each other again, just like old times. He’d wanted to continue making progress with him, not wanting to go back to that awkward time between them. Jimin still didn’t understand what had caused it, but he wasn’t going to dwell on it. He wanted to keep Hoseok happy and oblivious. Because if Joohyung wanted to meet again, then things were going to get complicated again. Jimin slipped from the room with only the sound of his socks sliding along the wood floor. Hoseok huffed to himself and murmured.

“So cute...” On the other side, Jimin was sneaking down the hall. He saw his shoes at the front door and made a beeline to it, unaware that he had caught the attention of another member. Just as he was grabbing his key, he heard someone clear his throat. Jimin swung around and gasped. Yoongi was standing off in the kitchen, closing the refrigerator door. He looked like he just got home.

“H-hyung...” Jimin started. Yoongi scoffed and unwrapped the scarf around his neck.

“We don’t leave for lessons for another two hours. What are you doing up?” Jimin gulped and smiled.

“I-I was j-just going to get some banana milk from the lobby. I had a dream about it and now I really want some.” Yoongi crooked his eyebrow at him but shook his head and laughed.

“Strange one you are.” Yoongi said. He turned away and Jimin took that as his dismissal. He took his leave and started walking down the hallway to the elevator.

“What could he possibly want now?” Jimin whispered. He knew the answer. Joohyung had made it plenty clear last time that he wanted a secret about every single member. Jimin worried his bottom lip. That first week he’d been trying. Really he had, even going as far as getting on Yoongi’s good side by offering to get him drinks and massage his neck for him. Just little things to make the members more comfortable with him, but as time went on with no contact from Joohyung, Jimin eventually became distracted, and then absorbed with the other things going on in his life. Things like practicing lyric writing and music composing with Yoongi, teaching dance to Seokjin and Namjoon-he’d won back Sungdeuk with his lovable charm and dedication to perfection-and spending as much time-or should we say screwing around-with Jeongguk and Taehyung. He’d convinced Jimin a couple times to sneak out with him, which gave manager Hobum and Hongmin plenty of grey hairs. It was no wonder he forgot about Joohyung. But now he was ringing his ugly head and Jimin was unprepared. He had nothing. Absolutely nothing to give him.

“I’m screwed.” Jimin sighed. Just as he was approaching the elevator, he heard a voice from behind.

“Jimin-ah! Slow down would you! You in that big of a rush to get some milk?” Yoongi shouted, jogging his way to Jimin. His eyes narrowed in disbelief. His hyung couldn’t be following him. No, this was not happening. Jimin stuttered with something to say to send his hyung back.

“S-suga-hyung...w-why?” Yoongi snorted, ruffling his hair.

“Figured we could grab some breakfast and just head out to the studio earlier than expected. Not like more time will hurt us.” Yoongi shoved his wallet into his pockets before cracking his neck. Jimin blinked.

“B-but hyung? Uhm, y-you just got back. Don’t you want to rest a little?” Jimin tried. Yoongi rolled his shoulders and shook his head.

“It’s fine. I can sleep a little bit at the studio while you write some verses. But for now, food. The cafe should be open across the street. I could use some coffee.” Yoongi cleared his throat as the elevator door opened and he stepped in, but Jimin didn’t followed.

“Coming? Or do you have something better to do with your life?” Yoongi taunted. Jimin shook his head and smiled-although it was a bit strained.

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