“You better have a good reason why you are with Namjoon now, Park Jimin.” Yoongi grumbles to himself, eyes glaring at the electronic on his hand.

He pressed the familiar contact once again, typing WHERE THE ARE YOU? and hits send with furious thumb as he waits… waits… waits… ‘til it’s five minutes later that he still didn’t get a reply from the younger boy. Yoongi cursed under his breath, marching up stair flights with heavy feet until he reached their studio at the East Wing.

His glare intensify when he noticed the familiar bright orange hair in front of the studio door, palms and ear planted on the wooden object, head turned to the left, mouth hanging dumbly open and eyes wide.

“What are you doing here eavesdropping, kid?” he lowly growls.

The boy jolts away from the door, back straightening up and shocked eyes shooting at him.

“Yoongi hyung!” the boy whines, pouting as he brings his ear back on the door, “You scared the out of me. I’m here to find Jiminnie,” he added, lowering his volume.

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed, pale arms crossing over his chest. “You told me he is here with Namjoon.”

Taehyung hums in agreement, nodding slightly. “But I can’t hear his voice from here.”

“What?” Yoongi shoots, one brow arching up.

The orange head once again stood straight, forehead creasing in the action of concentration. “I’m sure I saw him with Namjoonie hyung just minutes ago, but why it’s Jinnie hyung’s voice I hear?” he mumbles to himself, fingers brushing his chin as if thinking deeply.

The elder pursed his lips into thin line, letting his arms falls to his sides before opting to push the orange head aside who yelps in surprise, before he’s turning the doorknob and pushing the door unceremoniously; the door slamming harshly a