[A/N] I changed some things in the previous chapter, so go look or you'll be confused in this chapter. 

"This seems dark. Are you sure this is safe?" Tzuyu brought me to where the musicians gather. It is a run-down, beaten up old building. 

"Yes, I'm sure. Now come on, let's go!" She says, pulling me into the building. 

When I turn the corner, I cannot seem a thing. All of the lights are off, and Tzuyu squeezes my hand reassuringly. She lets go and walks away, shrugging on a blue coat. What is going on?  

"Who is this?" I hear a voice say sharply. I look up and see a man standing in the middle of the room, under the only light. He definitely wasn't there before. 

 "Um... I'm (Y/N)," I stutter, more than a little bit intimidated. 

"Well (Y/N), show me your tattoo, please," He says, gesturing towards my ear. I move the hair back and turn around to show him the treble clef behind my ear. 

"Who will vouch for (Y/N)?" 

"I will," I hear three voices say in unison.

When I hear more then just Tzuyu's voice, I whirl around and look at the now visible line of musicians and artist against the back wall.  They are all wearing blue coats.

I see Tzuyu and two men standing out from the line. 

Wait... Jungkook and Namjoon? The weird guys from the forest? Why are they here?

Jungkook looks over at me and nods. 

Namjoon steps forward and says, "I met her in the forest and she just seemed to be trust trustworthy, I think she can play with us."

"I found her passed out in the forest and I think she will be a good addition to our group." Jungkook says, stepping forward more into the light. 

"I've let her stay in my house, and she has been nothing but kind and trustworthy," Tzuyu says, standing between Jungkook and Namjoon. 

"Alright (Y/N), you have been vouched for. Show us what you've got," the strange man says, gesturing towards a corner full of instruments. I sit down at the piano and start to play and sing. It's a simple song, really, but I chose an easy one so that I would not mess up. 

I stand back up and look back at the line of musicians. They're all looking at me, gawking. 

"(Y/N), welcome to our little clubs of musical misfits. I'm Yoongi, the founder and leader of this artistic group of gifted individuals." He throws me a blue coat, and I shrug it on, grinning. All I can think is what have I just gotten myself into?