Seokjin.

Now dressed in a red Gucci suit, I watch the built but beautiful frame of the younger as he barks out orders. He has open his file and doesn't give room for anything, not even the usual banter or the occasion playfulness as he directs duties, and allocates work for the final round of shooting.

Today in particular isn't his day, hasn't been really, for the past few days, and I can say that confidently, having watched him since the other day when he came in, quiet, contrary to his cheery morning personality. He looked glum, and a little uncomfortable. He wouldn't say it but I knew something was wrong, and instinctively my mind had rushed off to the event the other night, the same one he had disappeared from without a word.

I had thought he was mad at me for not sharing with him earlier on about my wedding, and like everyone else he had found out with the others during Jungkook's speech, and confronted, he had admitted to me he was surprised, and a little sad about me not telling him about it, but assured that he understood.

I didn't want to push him, not like he would let me, further than I already did with the apologies, but his mood continued to plummet, if anything he seemed sadder than he had checked in. It wasn't exactly readable, not to the others at least, but I saw it. The dodginess, the silence, and the obvious attempt to be the usual Hoseok around me.

Sure, he wasn't gravely mad at me for withholding the information about me getting married, but there was something more to it, and it had everything to do with the party, and everything that happened there. He looked like it was bothering him, eating him up, like it had been, and is still is on his mind.

I know well he wouldn't tell me if I pressed further, it's just another trait of his now. Secrecy, hiding. He keeps to himself, especially the matters of the heart. He holds on to them solely, would never let me, or anyone else into his love affairs, or his relationships for some reason. I am not saying he is upset about a relationship or anything like that, but I've known him enough since I returned from America, well enough to deduce his regular problems from his secret problems. I hate that this is us now, that despite being best friends there are things we are keeping from each other. I hate how we've drifted, how over time we've let things slide under the rug, and leave under pretense, while separately we are having issues, missing comfort that we could get from being best friend.

I guess I started it, when I came back from America I hesitated, for some weird reason I just took a step back from our close relationship, and he felt that, which in turn molded into a heap from these little unspoken issues between us. How do I fix that, how do I go back to when we were just us, without the drama, the secrets, and the hiding. How do I go back to when he was really my best friend. I miss my best friend.

"It's done." The director shouts from his seat, sounding an applause which everyone else follows after for the completion of the shoot. Hoseok looks relived that it has ended, and he turns to me, flashing a tight lipped smile, the first one I've seen all day. "Finally." He exclaims, waving the group of boys off for a break before coming to seat beside me.

All afternoon has been hectic, shooting the first official commercial with the boys and getting everything done correctly has proven to be more than just a little task. I hated to order for the constant repeat, and to be the bitch, but I specifically had to do it if I wanted everything portrayed like I had visualized it. As a result we had to go back and forth, but then again the boys had come through, they were natural models, and were of course easy to work with, so despite the amount of time taken, the process has gone smoothly.

It's almost evening, and the sun is almost setting, and I debate whether to head straight home or to finish up on a few things in the office before leaving. Jeonghan is at a friend's house until later tonight, so I am not too worried about him fussing over my absence.

"Do you like the outcome?" Hoseok asks and I hum along, both of us staring at the monitor ahead, the one with the picture of all the boys, shining and elegant. I know it's going to be a win, I can feel it.

Speaking of the boys, I watch them as they huddle in, in a group, conversing with the lady manager, Joy, and a few other BigHit staff. They've been so nice and helpful today, and I make to get up to thank them, but I am suddenly drawn in by the figure that walks into the room, elegance and authority attracting attention.

Couple of floors up, officials from BigHit had been in a meeting with Jungkook and other officials from my company, and when I wasn't paying much attention to it, I was mildly worried about how it would go. Jungkook and Namjoon in the same room isn't the most pleasant of situations, but it looks like they put their petty differences aside for the sake of business, if the huge smile that Namjoon gives Taehyung is anything to go by.

Wait, Kim Taehyung?

I tilt my head to the side, narrowing my eyes as I watch the close interaction between the two. They are stood with ENHYPHEN, and although the boys are chatting and laughing along with them, the two particularly seem...free, friendly?

Taehyung is a lead designer in this project too, so I am not surprised to see him get along with boys so nicely, but, with Kim Namjoon?
Don't get it wrong everyone is free to talk with each other around, in fact, the more friendly the better the job is between the companies, but I am taken aback by the closeness, the friendly gestures, and how natural it all looks between those two, especially when Taehyung's phone seemingly rings and he pulls the CEO aside to a corner, the smiles on the their faces only widening and mirroring each other when the younger pulls the phone from his ear to put it between them.

Are they on a call together? Are they friends, partners, business partners? Maybe they are acquaintances?

"Did you know they are brothers?" Hoseok sounds beside me, and it takes me a second to realize he is talking to me. I follow his line of vision and I feel my stomach churn, twisting at what he is looking at. "What?" I ask, feeling the colour drain from my face. That can't be....

"Kim Taehyung, did you know he was brothers with Namjoon?" Hoseok asks once more beside me, looking perplexed, and generally just curious. I had no knowledge of that, not a single thought of anything relating even remotely to that. I mean how can that be, tae?

"Not really, what makes you think they are brothers?" Inquisitive, but a little defensive to be honest. "Taehyung told me, I drove him home the other day and I was met with Namjoon and Min Yoongi at their residence. I asked him and he told me, specifically, that Kim Namjoon is his brother, real brother." He adds the last part and I just feel my throat go dry.

I didn't know that, could have never figured it out. Even now, looking at them taking turns to speak into the phone, it's not the most obvious thing. Their physical appearances are different, they vary, but oddly, if you look at it closely the resemblance is there. Actually now I can't unsee it, I can't stop myself from making the comparison of the Taehyung I know and the Namjoon I know. Visuals but mostly the behavior, the resemblance in culture, order, pattern.

Is he really Taehyung, The Tae, Namjoon had told me about all those years back. Is he the little boy Namjoon had shared with me about his sickness. Is he really his brother, the only brother he said he had?

"You think that's true?" I ask Hoseok, eyes still narrowed at the two in the progressively empty room. I don't know why but the thought of someone so close to Namjoon having been this close to me all this while is...I have mixed feelings about that. What would be the reason, why, how is that even possible. What kind of a little world would be all be living in?

"I don't think he has any reason to lie about that, he is not that type, plus, I saw Namjoon and Min with my own eyes. What other connection would they have?" As if that question was directed to him, Namjoon turns around at the same moment, eyes meeting mine like he is actually about to answer, or even heard to begin with.

The room has grown empty over the few minutes, with the staff and the boys clearing up and leaving. It's only myself, and Hoseok at this end, with a few others in the middle, and Taehyung and Namjoon at the further end of the large space.

The younger, the one I can't stop my brain from thinking of, follows his brother's gaze and stares at us from his position as well. He flashes a small smile, before lowly saying something to Namjoon, then leaving the room the next second.

I am staring, perplexed, and I realise too late that he is walking this way. Namjoon is walking this way.

Climbing off the director chair I've been sitting in, I avert my eyes, feeling heavy with each closer step he takes. We haven't exactly spoken, not since the other day at the party when he had shamelessly accused me of walking away from what he had before, and now to find out about this? What more about Namjoon is out there, what more about him am I unaware of?

Not that it matters, we are no longer anything, not even friends so I shouldn't, I don't care about him, about his past or anything from there.

Picking up my phone and other belongings, I turn around to find Namjoon now stood in front of us, composed. "Gentlemen." He greets, bowing in the slightest with a smile. Hoseok and I greet back, the younger beside me more relaxed than ever.

"Looks like you've had a pretty productive day." He mutters looking around, trying to make small talk. "You as well." I gesture to him, smiling along and trying to be polite. I am still in the clouds about our last conversation, and although I was pretty annoyed by what he said, I can't bring myself to take offense, I shouldn't care, can't because like I said, that was a long time ago.

Hoseok on the other hand isn't having it, he is visibly irritated by the tension and somehow impatient with the silence that falls us after. Despite his professionalism, he is still the casual friend to both me and Namjoon, and seemingly doesn't think twice as he shifts on his feet, tilting his head to the side to really look at Namjoon.

"Kim Taehyung is really your brother?" He asks casually, but there are no traces of joke or play in his voice. He looks so curious, a little confused. Namjoon clearly hadn't been anticipating the question, and stares at Hoseok a second, before glancing at me.

I can't deny I am curious as well, and I hold my breath as Namjoon's mouth opens silently a few times before a sweet smile stretches on there. "Um, yeah, my younger brother. Only brother." He adds the last part looking at me.

My mind swirls immediately with memories, things from seven years ago that he told me about his family, about his brother, Taehyung. That really is Tae, the sick boy he had opened up to me about, the cute little one he had shown me a few pictures of. That's where I had seen him, in those photos, that's where I had seen Taehyung.

I can't believe it, I can't believe after all these years I'd meet someone like that. What fucked up coincidence is this, how weird is it that after all these years I'd meet someone I had hoped so dearly back then to meet, and I didn't even know it.

"Small world, huh?" Namjoon chuckles lightly.

"Yeah, what are the chances." Hoseok drawls out. I am confused, and my gaze keeps on Namjoon, questioning silently, what more he has hidden under that confidence facade.

"He's always loved art, always had unique taste, different and...peculiar at times." It's almost like he is telling it to me, reminding me with his masked words and eyes, which are compelling to be honest. It's almost like he is forcing open those memories, prying them from me. He doesn't have to, perfectly, I can recall by myself, the mentions, the little tales, the happy pillow talks, the comparison and oh, it's too much....

"Excuse me." I utter, suddenly feeling short of breath. I don't like this, I don't like what he is drawing my mind to, I don't like that it works, that he only needs a few words to get to me on my knees.

I tread quickly out of the room, feeling heavy and hating myself so much for doing so. It's almost overwhelming, how quick everything comes rushing in the moment he opens his mouth to speak something about us. It's like there is a full box of things I don't want anything to do with, yet they are so incredibly persistent, fighting to break open the moment I see Namjoon, and the latter, almost like he has a key, is always waiting, and inadvertently pulls everything from me at mere sight.

I don't know why but the thought of Taehyung being his younger brother is overwhelming, it just doesn't sit right with me that I've had him under my wing all this time without realizing, someone that I felt like I knew - never got to meet - but felt deeply that I knew, especially with Namjoon always talking about the similarities between us back then.

I somehow can see it clearly now, the things he was talking about and how true they were. Taehyung is like a younger me, someone so thirsty for success, but dignified and hardworking at the same time. He loves the kind of things I like, and his work is just captivating like Namjoon said. He is that little boy.

I walk straight into my private elevator, too occupied to pay any attention to my surrounding as I press my floor number. The doors just about close, except a hand sticks in between, a tall figure hurriedly walking into my personal space.

My eyes widen as Namjoon steps in front of me, and I make a beeline for the door, not ready to be in the same space as him, but he gets in my way, effectively blocking me from my freedom, up until the door closes behind his rigid posture. The nerve.

"What are you doing here, this is my private elevator." I grit out, annoyed that he would go this far. He is effectively stalking me now, this is trespassing.

"Fancy." He shrugs, not exactly paying attention to what he is commending, eyes glued to me rather.
I could scream, or get off the next floor, but that would be too much of a reaction, he would probably enjoy it, seeing as he is always hunting me around for that. I am not too worried about my safety either, I know well he would never hurt me...

"You can't just trespass into my space like this, this is illegal."

"Just wanted to talk." He says coolly, taking a step forward, I take one back, but I stumble on my feet the next second as the elevator comes to an abrupt stop, a thud sounding just below our feet before a dull noise rings to the side, shaking the elevator slightly.

Namjoon stretches out a protective hand in front of me, ready to hold me as he looks around, trying to decipher what has just happened. I try to search with my eyes as well, getting progressively nervous when nothing happens in the silence.

"Why won't the door open?" Namjoon asks, and I walk to the other side, realizing quickly that the buttons on the side are not lighting like they supposed to be, and the little screen on top is frozen at floor 12, which is still a few floors short of my office floor, which I had punched in.

I realise quickly what is happening here, and I frantically push the buttons for any reaction whatsoever, not willing to accept that I might actually be stuck in an elevator... With Namjoon.

"Great, just great." I mutter to myself, rushing to the bolted doors to try to push them apart, an exercise that is quiet pointless with the thick layers of steel.

"What's happening?" Namjoon asks, still looking around, and I roll my eyes, irritated. This is all his fault, he just had to follow me.

"We are stuck, we are stuck in this dumb elevator and it's all your fault." My foot lands on the steel part of the door in a kick, which I regret immediately when the pain sets in, but I can't bring myself to show anything at the moment, more irked at the ridiculousness of the situation.

I am stuck in an elevator with Namjoon. Just my luck.

Fuck.