Hoseok's POV-

"So, what it sounds like is you said basically the same things that I've been saying for forever." I say mildly exasperated as I stand in front of the elevator waiting for it to arrive.

"Yes but I said it better. I don't know why you're so upset. Apparently Sejin got a call this morning from his manager and set up a meeting in two weeks. Quit bitching."

"I'm not bitching..." I pout as the elevator dings and the door slides open. I step inside and press the button for the top floor.

"I'm just annoyed. Why does no one ever take me seriously? Do I need to smile less and be a bigger asshole? It seems to work for you."

"It couldn't hurt." He says in a teasing tone.

I huff in response before changing the subject. "Anyway, about this kid, Jungkook... Chanyeol found him?"

"Yeah. As you know, Baekhyun had to back out and the kid was supposed to be moving into one of the dorms on Yeol's floor but some asshole bought it out from under him or something so Yeol offered him this job. It worked out well because he has somewhere to stay and I have someone to let the movers in and watch my shit until I'm back."

"So you've never met him?"

"We have spoken briefly on the phone but no, I have not met him in person. I also don't plan to. He doesn't seem to know who I am so it's not like he was waiting or hoping to meet me. I think as far as he knows I am just Yeol's friend. He's going to call Yeol or myself if there are any problems but Yeol is the one that will physically be there.

"That reminds me, if the kid ends up being there try not to give him too many details about me. I know it's not something you're typically good at, but please try to be discrete. And don't let him in the studio."

"Wow, okay kind of a lot to take in... That's kinda sketchy Yoongs. What if he's secretly crazy and fooled Chanyeol into giving him this job. What if he's actually a human trafficker who kidnaps me and takes me to Europe and then my dad has to save me from being sold to a man with a boat!"

My mind starts going crazy as I think about the scenario.

I watched an American film last night and it deeply disturbed me. It's all I have been able to think about.

Yoongi sighs before saying, "Sounds like you finally watched that movie I told you about. It also sounds like you weren't a fan. Back to the kid. You know Yeol has like, a sixth sense, when it comes to people.

"If he liked him and found him trustworthy enough to suggest him for the job then I don't see a problem. Until he gives Yeol a reason not to trust him, I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Yeah. Okay. I'm just freaked out because of that movie. This is a hell of a time for me to be meeting a stranger when all I can think about is being abducted."

"Hobi, with how loud you are, I think even if someone did take you they would bring you back pretty quickly." He laughs.

I have to chuckle along with him.

It's a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. I sure would pipe right up with the loudest yelling I could muster if someone tried to take me.

Finally I reach Yoongi's floor and the doors to the elevator slowly slide open.

"Okay I just got to your floor so I'll talk to you later."

"Okay Hob-"

"Actually, can you stay on the line maybe?" I interject quickly as that goddamn scene of the men abducting that guy's daughter pops into my head again.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No! And don't say it like that. I'm not crazy for wanting to make sure I'm safe while meeting a stranger in an empty apartment."

"I thought we've established that he's been Chanyeol approved?"

"I know you trust Chan with your whole life and all, but he's not here to insure my safety and neither are you. So now you quit bitching and don't hang up." I say in a stern voice.

"Fine." He huffs begrudgingly.

I move my shoulder up to my cheek to hold my phone in place, adjusting the box under my arm as I raise my free hand to give a few knocks on the door. I wait for about twenty seconds but there's nothing.

I knock again a little more loudly and wait, but still nothing. I can't deny that I am relieved no one answered.

"You still there?" I say, bringing my hand back up to my phone.

"Unfortunately."

"You said that he had some errands to run today right? It's a little past noon so he might not be back. Should I just go in?"

"Why are you asking? I'm the one who owns the place, plus you've been there before."

"I'm not nervous about going in, I'm nervous about who might be in there."

"I'm trying to be nice because I am very grateful that you are helping me while I'm away. So I mean this in the nicest way possible; stop being so dramatic and open the fucking door."

"Okay fine, but remember, don't hang up."

"Fine, but I'm going to mute my phone just so you know. I don't have anything else to say."

"Fine." I sigh as I tuck the phone back between my cheek and my shoulder and take the keys out of my pocket to get the door open using my free hand again while still supporting the relatively small box with the other.

It's all I had the energy to bring over today.

It's got some power chords that were left at the old place so I'll be able get the speakers and the mix board connected, which I couldn't do last time I was here.

Once I get the door open I peak my head in, not seeing anyone. I stay still as I try to listen closely for any voices or audible signs of someone being there but it is silent.

As soon as I feel that I really may be alone for the time being I make my way slowly inside, trying to take light steps while still looking for any movement.

Still nothing.

I slip my shoes off quietly and side step over to the studio, keeping my eyes towards the hallway where the bedrooms are located in case of a surprise attack.

I rush around the corner once I get to the small hallway where the studio door is located. I punch in the code and hurry inside, slamming the door behind me.

Once inside I lean my back against the door. I was holding my breath the whole way here so now I have to work to even my breathing back out.

Once my breathing evens out a little I switch the lights on and see the room just as I left it.

"Hello? Hoseok if you're dying at least tell me your last words so I can relay them to your fans and loved ones." Yoongi says with mock concern.

"I made it and I'm alive. Tell my fans I have escaped death and I feel-"

"Alright enough with the theatrics. May I hang up now?"

"One more thing before you go. Can you please call Namjoon when you get a chance? He has started working on this song he wrote a while ago that he wants to finish but is having some trouble.

"You are the one he usually talks to when he needs help revising lyrics or working out some kinks on the backtrack, but he didn't want to bother you on your trip. I am choice number two while you are out and I have about had it."

I set the box down on the desk and start removing chords as I continue on my rant, "I am totally fine to help him, and I'm trying to, but he will not listen to anything I say.

"He'll ask me for my opinion so I give it, then he asks me to explain why my opinion is my opinion. It's getting quite frustrating. You know how he thinks and what his process is much better than I do so can you please call him?" I ask with desperation.

"Oh Namjoon-ah." He sighs, "No matter how many times I assure him that he can call me anytime he still hesitates if he thinks it will cause any inconvenience." He laughs lightly. "Yes, I will give him a call later today."

I let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

"Thank you Yoongs. You're not only saving my life but Namjoon's because I was damn near ready to choke him."

"Kinky."

"Gross."

He laughs again.

My my, someone is in a good mood.

"Bye Hobi and thanks again for doing this for me. Remember, don't let the kid in the studio."

He ends the call immediately after that. As he usually does.

I set my phone on the far side of the table as I continue to separate and untangle each chord when my phone rings.

Tangled chords still in my hands I lean over to see who it is.

It's Namjoon.