Once again the same scene was seen in the small but cosy living room. A little girl was sitting on the elders lap staring at all the different pictures that were displayed in the book. A few pages were more battered than others. Pages that showed scenes either one of them had taken a picture sneakily behind the others back or they had posed together during their travels or just at some random occasion one of them had felt the need to save this, even if they both knew that the memory itself didn't need to be printed out, as all their memories were deeply imprinted in each other's minds and showed in their daily life and actions towards each other. There was one picture that made the little girl giggle every time she saw it.

“Grandpa, did you take this picture of Granddaddy?” she asked while still giggling and pointed at one specific picture that made the elder laugh out loud.

“Yes, and I also took this picture while your Granddaddy fell asleep on my couch in my old apartment. You know you should never fall asleep when I am still fully awake and my phone is fully charged, and we actually had planned to watch a movie together.” he explained memories from that specific night flooding his mind. The smile never left his face and the little girl looked at him with a smile that was almost as bright as his.

“Does he always sleep with his mouth open or was his nose stuffy grandpa?” A burst out of laughter filled the room, and he over the little girl's hair.

In the door frame from the living room appeared a face he knew too well, he had seen it change over all these years and even if they both now had more wrinkles than they could count the two small dots above the left eye of the man still was clearly visible.

“Are you two ganging up on me again?” he said with a rather raspy voice he probably just got up from his short nap something the older had started to take nowadays after lunch to 'regain energy when he had to babysit their little granddaughter'.

“Never would we do so love, we just discussed your sleeping habits you had and still have.”

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Just like that the performance continued. The six dancers once again swooned each and every person who stayed and watched them dance. When they were wrapping up the performance Youngjae almost went back with Youngmin totally forgetting about his earlier taken phone.

“Don't you want your phone back? You should go get it I will head back for now so, take your dear time I should be able to handle it.” Youngmin shouted while walking past everyone on the small street, winking at him while saying he should take his time and sprinting the few steps up to the coffee shop. Youngjae hesitated for a moment. Sure he needed his phone back but stepping towards them and talking to them sounded so unreal and so not like something he would usually do that he stayed at the same spot for a moment watching how young girls surrounded each member asking for a photograph or even a video with the dancers. It was utterly chaotic on the small alley.

“It's nothing Youngjae! You're just going to get back your phone and then leave again.” he mumbled to himself while taking a deep breath. It took him a few minutes to get closer to them and spot the right bag and thus the person he had to approach to get what was his back.

“You must be kidding me.” he muttered to himself. The bag the dancer had put his phone into was dangling from no one else than Jaebeom's shoulder. He had thought it would be the one that had taken his phone at first but it seemed like they all really enjoyed playing around with him. Taking another deep breath and all the courage he had in him he made the last few steps towards the dancer.

“E-excuse me?” he asked softly and tipped on the others shoulder, “I think your friend put my phone into your bag earlier. Can I have it back, please?”, once again he could feel how the heat was forming on his face. He probably looked like he got a terrible sunburn by now. Before the dancer even could answer him, the others popped up from behind and talked loudly with each other. In all the chaos the six dancers created while talking with each other Jaebeom's bag was being taken from his shoulder once again and wandered from one person to the next.

“Hey wait! My phone is in there!” he said before the bag was once again put further away from him. Sighing, he stared at the person holding on to the bag who grinned back at him.

“Bambam get back here and give this poor guy his phone back. Let's be normal for just a minute please!” Jaebeom said while rolling his eyes and trying to grab said dancer.

“Only under one condition hyung!” Bambam spoke while the grin now turned into a smirk on his face. Jaebeom took a deep breath and asked what condition that would be then. Even if Youngjae's eyes mostly kept on looking at Jaebeom, he couldn't help but notice how the whole group was acting with each other, not just like friends but more like real brothers. He could see two bickering in the back while the other three were standing side by side all three had now suddenly a mischievous smile on their faces.

“Our hardworking barista here will get your phone number hyung and then I will give him his phone back.” A loud snort was heard from the dancer and a loud laughter from the rest of the group, followed by a “This was not my idea hyung this is all Bam's doing.”, one of them said while trying to suppress his laughter for a bit but miserably failing.

Sure friends teased each other as well but probably not to the contend they just did and making Jaebeom giving out his number was also something. Like why would they want, that a stranger like Youngjae was to them, have his phone number and be able to do god what knows with it. Also did he just see that two of them just high-five each other?

Jaebeom turned towards Youngjae again, his face showed that he wanted to apologise because of his friends. The younger couldn't help but feel kinda bad for the other as well.

“It's OK you don't need to apologise, but just one question Bambam. How am I supposed to get his phone number when you have my phone and I don't have any paper he could write it on and I don't think neither does anyone of you.”, baffled by this answer Bambam's eyes turned towards the others trying to get help from anyone of them. As if he suddenly got an idea he opened Jaebeom’s bag, which earned him a growl from the other who didn't seem to like it when someone was touching his belongings and took out Youngjae's phone.

“I will take a wild guess and say your password or whatever you call it is an easy one and from all the fingerprints I can see on it it should be this one. And stop laughing Jinyoung hyung I am still an exchange student and you know I still have to attend these language classes so shh!” the lean dancer said, one of the two who bickered with another dancer earlier, looked at him with a smirk and said something that only the other dancer next to him seemed to catch as he suddenly started to laugh, meanwhile Bambam swiped the locked screen with his finger a motion that looked to 100% like the one Youngjae had saved. A wide grin appeared on his face as the phone indeed was unlocked with that simply code.

“So hyung now it's your turn.” with that the phone was passed over to Jaebeom who intended to just give it further to Youngjae, only to get it taken out of his hands again by Jackson who then started tipping right into his phone for a bit too then finally give it back to its rightful owner.

“You all will get it tomorrow at practice for real.” Jaebeom pressed out between his lips. “I'm really sorry, after our performances they sometimes still have way too much energy left for their own good. You can just delete my number again. I hope you enjoyed seeing us tonight and hopefully you will finish your shift soon as well.” With this he made a small bow and tried to get the group back to all their belongings to clean up the space they had used to perform. Youngjae hesitantly bid goodbye to them, some of them enthusiastically waved at him and said that they couldn't wait to see him soon again before Youngjae hurried the stairs to the coffee shop. Wondering why they would see him soon again.

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Once he reached the entrance to his workplace, he still couldn't believe what just had happened, not just the performance part but also how they all just interacted with him as if they had been close ever since. When he stepped behind the cashier's desk, he could see from the corner of his eyes Youngmin sliding from the small kitchen next to him making big eyes.

“So, did you talk?”, without even trying to be subtle about it Youngmin got straight to the point.

“Yes I did, he had my phone how else would I have gotten it back?” talking about his phone he still was rather confused as to why Bambam had intended to not give his phone back until he got Jaebeom’s number. Which reminded him to check if he had saved it or if he had just daydreamed it. While scrolling through his contacts he had in his phone looking for that one contact he didn't save himself and there it was ‘Im Jaebeom aka JB aka Im Leader’.

“What is it that made you turn all pale? Did you get his phone number or he yours? Don't tell me he even texted you just now” Youngmin asked while having a big grin on his face. As if everyone was now against him the sound of a new incoming text message popped up on his phone from said contact. How in the world did that Jackson guy type that fast to save a contact and send a message? Without answering Youngmin he opened said message with slightly shaking fingers.

The message send from his phone was:

'Hi~ This is Youngjae you know the barista guy.' A message written that couldn't be any more different from his usual way to talk/write but it also made him wonder how the dancer knew his name. But the reply he got made him stumble from his chair.

'Hi Youngjae~ I hope my friends didn't disturb you too much I swear it must be the smoothies and the coffee they had earlier this afternoon way too much sugar and caffeine for them. Anyway I hope you will have a good rest and see to you soon. Jaebeom'

Youngjae had to hold on to the counter for a moment. Did this really just happen? Did he really just get a text message from Jaebeom and wasn't dreaming? He reread the message he got.

How could a human being be so perfect? He was polite, talented, handsome and even worried that his friends bothered him when it was not really much, they were just a bit too hyper. Youngmin eyed him a bit worried.

“Don't tell me I'm right. Like I didn't expect you actually to go to him and get his number. That's a big step for you remember how we only exchanged ours weeks after you started working here?” Youngmin said with a surprise look on his face.

“It was not like I asked for it or wanted to exchange it but kinda had to as one of the group insisted to not give me my phone back until I have it saved but another dancer saved it into my phone. He was so quick in typing that he even sent a message from my phone to Jaebeom in my name. And he just replied to that.” Youngmin's eyes and his smile grew bigger as he suddenly started to do a small 'Yes finally' motion with his hands. A “Finally!” left the older’s mouth, obviously more than happy for him.

“Stop it hyung. We need to clean up so we can get off on time today.” Youngjae murmured and started to clean every shelf he could find, not realising that they still had over an hour left till it was closing time.

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Youngjae didn't reply to the message he had received from Jaebeom, he simply didn't know what to say being the shy and awkward self he always was in situations like this. Monday came, and it was time for him to get back to his classes, his books and his music. His comfort zone.

The day started like it usually did; him having to run to get to his first class on time because he overslept his alarm once again, hurrying from one class to the next one, remembering that he had to return one of his books today and get another one for one of his upcoming class this week.

Once he reached the library after he dropped by his dorm to get the book he had to return by today it was time for lunch but he rarely ate in the cafeteria. So he just had a sandwich which he ate while walking to his dorm and then to the library. He would eat something properly later when he was at work and Youngmin would complain about being hungry anyway, so one of them would go out to get something for both of them or just order like what they mostly did.

After a few minutes of looking for a free seat where he could get a first glance into the book he just got and has been waiting for weeks to get. It was a book his professor in music therapy class has recommended to him. He had forty minutes left till his next class would start and it was also not too far away so Youngjae started reading in the book and find out why his professor had recommended this specific book to him. He started to mark paragraphs and got so into the book he lost track of time and everything around him. Because of that, he didn't notice how suddenly the before quiet library suddenly was filled with murmurs. Someone unexpected had entered the library shocking even the librarian at her desk. Youngjae didn't see or hear anything around him, he also didn't realise that said person was taking a seat right in front of him taking out a few books himself just to look as if he was studying but keeping his eyes on the diligent student in front of him.

"You know I kinda was sad you didn't reply to my message." These words somehow reached Youngjae's ears and made him wonder who would be so bold and talk so loud in the library, knowing that their librarian would kick anyone out that would be too loud in her opinion. So Youngjae shortly glanced up from his book, intending to look around in the room trying to see who was talking to who only to find Jaebeom sitting right opposite of him. A small shout of surprise left his mouth which earned him a loud "Shhh!" from the entrance.

"Oh my god. What are you doing here?" he whispered as low as humanly possible.

"I knew you would be here and well as I said, not replying made me a bit sad so I wanted to see you. And everyone knows where our next music therapist spends most of his time next to the classes and the practice room." Although Jaebeom obviously was talking louder no shush sounds were directed towards him, something that made him pout because he thought it was a bit unfair. This was something his good looks and his popularity must be good for being able to do stuff without getting scolded immediately. Youngjae didn't know how to reply to this just like he didn't know how to reply to the text m