Hoseok led Yoongi toward the studio, still sipping his vanilla latte.

Why did he never plan? I was supposed to find out his name, not take him to work. Hoseok laughed internally but could not help the goofy expression that translated onto his face. He was glad to be walking in front of Yoongi so the boy wouldn't be able to tell what an absolute crackhead he could be.

Hoseok unlocked the side entrance to the studio, the one for employees that led to the lockers and small kitchen area. He turned on the lights and pulled out a chair at the table.

"Here we are. Have a seat, Yoongi!" Hoseok said brightly.

"So where is everyone?," Yoongi mused, looking through the doorway of the kitchen to the small hallway leading to the studio floor.

Hoseok's face felt warm. "The studio is actually closed today. I just wanted to come in to practice on my day off. I try to improve my dancing when I can. I find that when I come here without a schedule or structure, I can be more creative."

"So... Tell me about yourself! How old are you? Where are you from?" lilted Hoseok before taking a bite of his breakfast.

"After you."

Hoseok swallowed his food, "Okay. I'm Jung Hoseok. I'm 25 years old, from Gwangju. I am a dance instructor, which you already knew. I live up the road with my roommate, Taehyung."

There was an awkward silence as Hoseok took another bite of his breakfast and Yoongi stood to look around. Hoseok noticed that when Yoongi inspected the photos and notices on the kitchen bulletin board his jaw sleepily hung open. He's too precious.

"You know Park Jimin?," Yoongi suddenly broke the silence after noticing at a picture from last year's staff luncheon.

Hoseok nodded, "Yes! Jimin is a good friend of mine. He and my roommate are vocal coaches, but sometimes he works at our studio as an additional instructor for the intermediate or advanced classes. How do you know him?"

Yoongi immediately looked down at a crack in the tiled floor. "We met at university a few years back but fell out of touch. I - I dropped out and our paths never really crossed again... I guess it's my turn? I'm Min Yoongi. I'm 26 years old, from Daegu." There was a pause as his eyes explored more of the posted photos.

Hoseok scanned Yoongi's expression... he could tell that university was a sore subject. Instead, he asked, cheerfully, "So, hyung, what do you do in the coffee shop every morning? I always see you with a laptop. Are you a writer?"

"Yes and no. I write music... but only for myself. I guess it's a hobby of mine. I'd love to make music professionally, though. My father did not see that as an option for me and it became one of the many reasons he decided that I was no longer good enough to be part of the family... I usually stay in the shop until noon and then I get ready for work. I'm a server in my hyung's restaurant and sometimes a delivery boy, at least for now. It's not glamorous or exciting, but it helps me pay my half of the bills with my roommate."

Hoseok finished his food and watched Yoongi continue to explore the bookshelf in the corner of the room. He noticed a small flicker of light, of happiness, when Yoongi mentioned writing music - a flicker that was extinguished as quickly as it came. There was so much pain behind his eyes.

"We all shine in our own ways. Don't give up just because you're not where you want to be. Think of it as you're not where you want to be - yet."

"You're the 'glass half full' kind of person, aren't you?" Yoongi mocked, raising an eyebrow.

Hoseok countered, "Look, the way I see it: it doesn't make a difference if your glass is half empty or half full - you've got water. Drink that shit up and be thankful."

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Yoongi was taken aback. He was not used to people challenging his negative thinking. Most just let him carry on, attributing his behavior to him being a charming grump. It was even more jarring when the challenge came from a literal sunbeam.

"Hyung... could you show me sometime? Your music? I'd love to hear it. Unless it's too personal."

Yoongi replied, "I'll think about it. Are you going to show me the rest of this studio or am I going to have to commit this entire kitchen to memory?"

Hoseok laughed cheerfully. He really is a ball of sunshine, Yoongi thought.

"Sure. Let me change and I'll be right back." Hoseok cleaned up the napkins and paper bag from his breakfast and disappeared into the locker rooms.

Yoongi made a lap around the kitchen area once more as he waited, his eyes falling again on the employee group picture once again. Jimin. What are the odds?