You don't see Jungkook at all for the rest of the day. He spends the rest of the evening at Namjoon's apartment while you prepare to go to work as you have the night shift this week. Namjoon tried to convince you to call in, but you're feeling much better now. Your vision is as clear as ever, and you can stand on your two feet and walk without the help.

When you leave your apartment, you're tempted to walk next door and check up on Jungkook, but the thought is fleeting the moment you look ahead and see your brother in the vacant hallway. His lips are drawn in a thin line, eyes blazing in fiery contempt.

Yoongi is pissed, which explains his unprecedented visit. As little kids, you would always go to each other when either one of you weren't feeling well. That hasn't changed even now that they're older. Although you wish he would've shown up earlier or at least given you a call as you have work in half an hour.

He soon realizes that when he catches sight of your slacks and long-sleeved button up. "You're heading to Vante's?"

You nod your head in response. "You can walk with me though and tell me what's on your mind."

Yoongi immediately accepts your offer and turns around to walk beside you but doesn't say a word about why he's upset. Instead, he asks about Jungkook. "Where's the giant? Does he not work tonight with you?"

"No, he doesn't. And he's found a more permanent place to stay at, so you probably won't be seeing much of him anymore." To which you're glad about. The less you talked about Jungkook, the less likely you'd have to come clean to your brother.

There was no avoiding Namjoon and letting him in on the secret, but until you figured out what the hell was going on, until you got some answers, you would make sure Yoongi would never learn the truth. When you're ready, you'll tell him.

"Oh, okay." He licks his lips, furrowing his brows slightly as if he has something else to bring up. The moment you both step inside the elevator, and the metal doors close, he speaks more freely.

"About Jungkook," Yoongi begins, glancing at you before averting his gaze to the floor. "Does he... remind you of anyone?"

"What do you mean?" You press him further. You're not sure what he's trying to get at.

He exhales sharply. "Doesn't he look like someone we know?"

Your eyes meet his, the anger in his irises cool. His expression becomes one of wonder, like he's trying to solve a math problem he's done a million times before but is having trouble recalling the exact steps he took to find the solution. That's not the only thing you notice.

In the corner of his eyes, there's a soft blue careening to his pupils, which are larger than they should be. You can't make out the auburn color his eyes should be. All you see is black. Black and blue. You would have overlooked the differences had the cyan not given off a soft glow. It seems almost... magical.

Then it's suddenly gone. Yoongi's eyes return to normal. You're about to question him some more, but he prods his fingers to his temple and shakes his head.

"Nevermind. I don't know what I'm talking about."

As soon as the elevator doors open, Yoongi rushes out.

"Are you okay, Yoongs?" You follow to where he stands and comfortingly place a hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just got dizzy for a second there." He glimpses back at you and shoots you a soft but reassuring smile.

Soon after, you've left the complex and begin the small journey to Vante's. Yoongi doesn't talk about the incident in the elevator. It's like it never even happened as he begins the conversation he had initially wanted to talk about.

"So... remember how I was supposed to work with RM?"

"Yeah," you mumble, sounding a bit disinterested but only because you have a feeling that whatever Yoongi just went through is what you had experienced at the park. Your brother is ignoring it, but you can't do the same.

Somehow, it's all connected. Jungkook, you, and Yoongi. Maybe even Namjoon. It's no coincidence that he and Jungkook have instantaneously become good friends and that Yoongi had a dizzy spell just like you did, except his wasn't as serious considering he's getting around fine on his own just seconds after having one.

You're frustrated. All you seem to be getting is more questions instead of answers.

You'll have to think more on it later. Yoongi is here venting to you about RM. Right now, you need to focus on him, especially since he's talking about an artist you're an immense fan of.

"...got there for our scheduled meetup, and he was a complete no-show." You catch on to the last bit of what Yoongi says, just enough to continue the discussion without letting him know that you hadn't heard the first part at all.

"Do you know what happened?"

Yoongi scoffs. "No. His mananger called him, but they were only on the phone for a few seconds before RM ended the call. I didn't get any explanation, just that we'd meet for longer tomorrow."

"Do you know if that's something he does often? I mean, he's only ever collaborated with two other artists. Maybe it's because he doesn't work well with others." It's just a speculation but you say it in hopes that it'll make Yoongi feel better. Getting stood up without given a reason as to why only makes it hurt worse, because then he might think it has something to do with him.

Your brother may not be as well known as RM but he's good at what he does. You're still waiting for one of his songs to go platinum. Because it will happen. You know it will. Yoongi is too talented to not get the recognition he deserves.

"I don't know. He had me sign all these damn forms just to keep his identity a secret. I'm sure there was some sort of emergency or something."

He's trying to make excuses for RM. Yoongi is huge fan of him too, probably a much bigger one than you. Perhaps what he says is true, that RM had been in a situation he couldn't get out of. He'll probably apologize and give Yoongi the clarification he needs. In the end, you hoped it would work out and that your brother got to live out his dreams of working with his favorite producer.

You concur with his statement. "You're right."

The rest of the walk is silent. There isn't much else to say that Yoongi doesn't already know. You'll always support him, always side with him. That alone comforts him and eases the tension in his shoulders as his steps become more relaxed.

When you reach Vante's, he pats you on the head, making sure to not mess up your hair that you've pulled back into a slick bun. Appearances are everything at the art gallery even for the employees. You had a heated chat with Yoongi about it after working a full week at Vante's. You had hated how pristine and lifeless the uniform was but now you don't mind it all that much. You understand why you have to dress in a particular way.

It's all about good impressions, and your boss is very strict about it. You've heard enough gossip to know that even if you fell out of line just a small fraction, you'd be fired before you could bat an eye.

Kim Taehyung was one intimidating mother fucker. You'd never say that aloud. There were cameras everywhere in the gallery.

Yoongi promises to pick you up later that night and waves goodbye as you head inside, returning the gesture before beelining to the front desk. You stuff your purse underneath it, sliding it into one of the corners before taking a seat beside the phone and computer.

Currently, there's no one inside but you. One of the hosts would show up in a few minutes and then the place would start filling up with potential clients and those who just wanted to admire the art displayed. You aren't experienced enough to host quite yet.

Mr. Kim has brought it up with you a couple times, saying he would like you to get comfortable with the work environment before he started training you to entertain the guests with knowledge about the art carefully placed around the gallery.

But that was months ago. Mr. Kim hasn't talked about it since. Honestly, you haven't seen him very often except for when he gives out the work schedule.

You rest your chin in your hand as you lean against the desk. Like expected, someone walks in. You look to see which of the hosts you'll be working alongside only to see your boss come in through the door.

He's wearing a very loose, ashy suit paired with white Converse. His hair has been permed. It's a lot more curly then you last remember, but like always, he pulls it off extremely well. He looks damn expensive, but that's exactly what Kim Taehyung is.

He peers down at you from where he stands in front of the desk, whipping his suit jacket aside and placing his hands on his hips. His pensive expression causes a chill to run down your arms. Are you in some sort of trouble?

But not a second after, his lips tug into an endearing grin. "Good evening, Ms. Y/n. Unfortunately, we're down a host so I'll be filling in for them."

You want ask why they're not there, but Mr. Kim beats you to it.

"That is until I hire someone new," he says it with a smile as if it's not a big deal. You gulp.

If it's possible, his lips widen. "Hope you don't mind, but you're stuck with me for the night."

a/n: DOUBLE UPDATE! we have finally met taehyung! he does play a somewhat important role so keep an eye out for him. no jungkook in this chapter though. next chapter is going to be a good one lol you'll get to see what taehyung's like. i don't want to spoil anything but you'll love it, i promise.