Namjoon's POV-

"It's okay Namjoon. It's fine." I mumble to myself as I make my way back to the studio. The studio Taehyung has decided is now his.

It's not even a studio! It's one of the extra rooms that is open for artists and producers to go in to use the computer and listen to mixes or final cuts of music if they need to.

Basically, it's a computer room with maybe a keyboard in it depending on which room you are in on which floor.

Ever since I asked if he would sing with Jinnie and Hoseok for my song he has decided this specific computer room is where he will be spending his time with "his music."

By his music he is referring to this single song and then finding other artists' songs to add to his playlists for his Spotify and SoundCloud.

This is the only song he has recorded and he only became so obsessed with playing it over and over once I got Yoongi's verse mixed with all of our parts.

He has been in front of that computer for hours now.

Also, I have a room almost identical to this one closer to where my studio is and he knows that. He only picked this one because it is close to Yoongi's studio.

I let out a long breath as I try to calm myself. "I love Jinnie and he loves his cousin so I love his cousin." I repeat to myself a few times as I continue on to the door to bring him the hot tea that he insisted he needed to keep his vocal chords "in working condition."

As I approach the door I'm surprised when I can't hear the song, or any song.

Good, maybe he's finally taken a break.

I open the door, immensely dropping the cup in my hand when I see what's happening.

Tae is leaning over someone, he looks to

be consoling them, and the person has a pair of headphones on, their arms folded on the table with their head rested on them.

Their shoulders are shaking. Are they crying?

I take a few steps further into the room, avoiding the fresh puddle of hot tea. They aren't crying loudly, but now that I'm closer I can hear muffled sobs here and there.

When Tae sees me he waves me over, pointing at the crying guy in the chair.

"What happened?" I ask as my eyes travel from him to the guy.

"You tell me! I played the song for him and he hasn't stopped crying! He's listened to it six times now."

"I don't know what you want me to do," I mumble in confusion.

It's nice that the song made the guy emotional I guess. It gives me hope that people will be able to relate to the message of the song, which was the goal, but what does Tae think I can do to help?

"I want you to talk to him. He used to be your friend you know. Just, make him feel better. I need to go get more tea," he huffs as he eyes the discarded cup on the ground unhappily.

What did he just say? We used to be friends...

This... is this Jungkook?

"Just talk to him." He says before he walks out the door, stepping over the puddle of spilled tea, and shuts the door.

I don't really know what to do. I'm so scared, but he's heard the song! Does he know it's about him? That it's for him? He must know, right?

But he's sad. Or are these not sad tears? Did he hate it? Are these hate tears?

As I'm thinking all of this in my head I subconsciously start to rub his back.

Suddenly I see his hand move up to the headphones so he can slide them off, but he doesn't lift his head from where it is rested.

"Tae, is he here? Can I talk to him?"

Is he asking about me? Does he want to talk to me?

"Jungkook?" I call in a soft tone, hoping I don't scare him.

I see his head raise just enough for his eyes to peak out so he can see. His eyes meet mine and he sits up straight.

Still looking at me he slides the chair back from the table and starts wiping his tears off of his cheeks.

"W-what is this song about?" He asks, sniffling as he stares up at me.

I clear my throat to try to get rid of this lump that's forming in it.

"I-I," I stammer before I gulp and continue. "I wrote it for you."

He stares at me as more tears stream down his cheeks. He slowly stands up and takes a few steps towards me.

He wipes his cheeks once more before wrapping his arms around me in a hug. My eyes start to tear up and I am trying my best to hold it together.

"I missed you too Hyung."

My breath catches in my throat before a sob escapes. My shoulders start shaking as the tears fall and I wrap my arms around him to hold him tightly.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry! I know that will never be enough, but I am so sorry."

"I missed you," he cries against my chest.

We stand in silence, wrapped in the hug for a few minutes before we pull away.

"Why didn't you say anything? I stopped and waited for you to say something but you didn't."

"I couldn't. I had so many things I wanted to say but nothing came out. So I finished this song and I hoped you would hear it. I'm so glad you did," I smile down at him. "It's not done yet, but it turned out well so far."

"What do you mean it's not done?" He says between sniffles. "It sounds perfect."

"I haven't found official vocalists for the song. So Hobi, Taehyung and, um, Jin stepped in to record so I could get a better idea of the arrangement with singers."

Great Namjoon. Way to bring Jin up immediately. Awesome job. I curse myself internally.

"Hoseok sings? Jin too?"

"Yes..."

"They all sounded amazing. The song is amazing." He says with a small smile.

"What are you doing here? Did you come here with Yoongi?"

"Yes... It's a long story."

I nod my head as I rock on my heals a bit.

"I don't hate you..." He says quietly before looking up at me. "I never hated you. I was hurt, so unbelievably hurt, but I could never hate you. I think about you all the time.

"I think about our talks in the park and the bench we would sit on, stargazing in the backyard, riding bikes around the town square, packing lunches to take on our hikes." He starts to giggle as more tears fill his eyes.

"Watching you poke your chin out when you were trying not to lose patience when I didn't understand the homework you'd spend hours helping me with. All of it. I missed you then and I still miss you."

"We have a lot to talk about. I just hope we can build our friendship again. I don't want to not have you in my life. You were my best friend." I say, smiling through my tears.

"I want that too." He smiles. "You were my Hyung."

I pull him into another hug as Tae bursts into the room.

"Jungkookie, why didn't you tell me Yoongi brought you here?! He's been running all over the building looking for you."

"If Yoongi is running it must be serious," I chuckle as I release my arms from around him.

He turns back towards the desk and leans down to pick up his bag before looking back to me.

"I will see you later?" He asks with his beautiful bright brown eyes staring at me.

"If you'd like." I smile back.

"Okay. Bye." He gives me one last smile before following Tae out into the hallway.

I hear Tae start chattering his ear off about how he was so annoyed that he didn't connect that if Jungkook was here Yoongi was probably here too.

I wipe my eyes as I step out of the room, shutting the door behind me to head back to my studio.

"He doesn't hate me," I smile to myself, getting teary eyed all over again.