Yoongi skipped school. Obviously. And he'd shut off his phone after telling Hoseok good morning. He probably should've told Hoseok about his plans. About all of what he'd been doing and that he'd found out. But he couldn't bring himself to. An inkling of doubt had settled in his mind and he need one person to confirm everything for him before he could tell anyone about this.

So he took the bus going to Seoul and focused on himself, how he felt and everytime he felt the lavender from Hoseok, he pushed it aside roughly. He needed to go through with all of this. He clutched his bag close to his chest as he picked his way through people and followed street signs to the building he was looking for. Outside he backed up against a street lamp, waiting. His eyes scanned every person leaving the building.

Finally, "Mr. Lee!"

The man looked up, eyes curious and searching. Yoongi lifted a hand, but a wave of vertigo had him clutching his bag.

Hoseok's car was next to him, parked on the side of the highway. He was lying in the grass, eyes sore with what seemed to be tears.

"-gi! Yoongi?" A hand was on his arm, shaking him gently but firmly.

"Yeah, yeah, I just- got dizzy. I need to talk to you." Yoongi shook himself, blinking to refocus on why he'd come all this way.

"You look pale, should we go somewhere you can sit down."

"Do you live close by? I don't think I'll be able to make sense of this with the space on a cafe table." Yoongi admitted.

Minhyuk nodded, clearly a little wary, but probably equally as curious. "My car is parked over here."

Yoongi felt anxious in his throat. He was literally about to find out what happened to his dad, maybe even what happened with his parents.

Minhyuk's apartment was set up meticulously, one corner of the living room was dedicated to an easel with a shelf of paint supplies all spilling out onto a drop cloth, while the rest of the room was neat as a pin. Without waiting for Minhyuk's invitation, Yoongi dropped his backpack onto the floor and sat next to it, pulling out the files, stack of letters, and yearbooks. He opened his dad's senior yearbook to his page.

"Is this Lee Jooheon your soulmate?"

Minhyuk took the book from his hands, sinking down onto the couch across from him. He stared at the page like he was looking through it and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yoongi. This, this is him."

Yoongi nodded, feeling sick to his stomach wasn't how he expected to feel after being proved right. And yet he was overwhelmed, to the point of dizziness. Minhyuk looked up tearfully.

"What's all of that?"

"Stuff he locked away, letters from you he stopped opening. I... I read a few of them, I'm sorry, that wasn't for me to see."

Minhyuk got up and knelt next to him, a hand stretched out to touch the papers strewn across the floor. "No, you had every right. I wanted to know you too, you... I always wanted to know you, be apart of your life too. I know I can't be your dad or even a parent, but can I fit in somewhere?"

Yoongi felt his throat closing up, the room was spinning now. He tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out.

"Yoongi? Yoongi!"