The guys are excited about seeing everything before going to the rooftop for a swim. They devise plans while in the elevator: They will stop on each apartment floor, allowing each one to drop off their things and change for the pool. The guys check out each other's apartment while waiting for the other to change into swimwear.

When they reached the floor with their studios, the elevator stopped.

"What'd we stop for?" asks Jungkook.

Yoongi smiles, holding the 'door open' button. He says, "I'll meet you up there later. First, I want to put some things in my studio, and then I'll head up after dropping off the rest of my things in my apartment."

He steps off the elevator, and as the door slides shut, he hears an excited Jungkook call out to him.

"Hurry up, hyung. I hear there's a basketball court, too!"

Yoongi calls back to him, "Yeah, yeah, see you later."

The door closes, and Yoongi smiles at his maknae's excitement at a possible one-on-one rematch. He knows Jungkook is hoping he can win against him this time, but Yoongi thinks to himself, I don't think so, Bun.

Yoongi unlocks the door to his studio and enters, bringing his bags with him. He sets them down to close the door when it closes for him. "What the hell?"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean for it to close that hard," you tell him, frowning apologetically.

He shrugs it off, figuring he will have maintenance come tomorrow and check the hydraulic cylinder so the door closes normally.

You smile, looking around his studio; out of all of them, this is your favorite. You glance around the room, smile at Yoongi, and sit on the little sofa, tucking your legs beneath you.

He gets busy setting up his equipment and checking connections before turning everything on. He pauses as he gazes around, admiring his Genius Lab 2.

"I love this studio," he says as he gazes around the room and stops when facing you, and his eyebrows arching.

"I do, too! It's my favorite one!" you say cheerfully.

He approaches you, and you scoot back as he reaches toward a picture on the wall to adjust it—his face inches from yours.

"There, that's better," he remarks.

You sigh in relief, glad he didn't go through you again. When you sighed, a look of confusion crossed his face as his hand rubbed across his cheek, where he felt a caress of cold air.

He stands there, not moving for a few seconds, as his equipment comes to life, illuminating the room. Looking at his equipment, he's mentally counting the fans used to keep them cool. He shakes his head. There's no way the air from one of those fans reached me all the way over here.

He walks back to his equipment and sits. He begins to sing while working and recording. He pauses every so often to write in his notebook before making adjustments on the computer and singing again.

You draw closer, watching intently everything he does with awe. Fascinated by the moving bars across the screen, your curiosity gets the better of you.

He stops several times to listen to the playback. He had his headphones on when he unexpectedly heard a girl's voice.

"Yoongi . . . what is . . ." Startled, he snatches the headphones off and quickly looks behind him, finding no one there. The only sound is the gentle hum of his electronic equipment.

"Huh!?" He realizes the voice must be coming from his computer because he heard it through his headset. Looking at it in his hands, he couldn't believe it. "What the holy hell!?"

You clap in excitement, thrilled because he heard your voice on the machine.

"I never expected it would be you to hear me. I always thought it would be Jimin or Tae."

Suddenly, there is a rapid knocking at his door. He puts the headset down, leaves his chair to open the door.

Jungkook bursts in and grabs him. "Come on, hyung! We're waiting for you! It's been two hours now. Come on, Come on!"

Yoongi doesn't get a chance to turn off his equipment as he is dragged out of the studio. His equipment is set on a timer, so he isn't very worried about it.

Yoongi reluctantly goes with Jungkook, needing a break after what just happened. Jungkook pulls him down the hall to the elevator.

Where the hell did that voice come from!? He plans on checking the recording later. They reach the elevator door, and while they wait for it, Yoongi glances back at his studio.

"What the hell!?" He grabs Jungkook's arm while still looking down the hall. "Did you see that!?"