"Jungkook has really grown hasn't he?" Hoseok grins at the poster. "It feels like yesterday that he waddled into the dance studio being all awkward and shy, if only I could go back to those days."

"If it wasn't for you," Yoongi butted in. "'Those days' would not be past tense."

"Didn't I tell you to drop it?" I hit the back of Yoongi's head. "Hoseok, don't you dare apologise or I'll hit you too."

"Fine." Hoseok puts his arms up in defence. "I will not apologise unless it's completely vital."

"I'm glad I have finally gotten that through your skull," I answer, smiling gently at Jungkook's singing form. "Our maknae has gone so far, I wonder how Namjoon is."

"You haven't spoken to him?" Hoseok asks shocked. "For how long? Since Ally?"

"Pretty much."

"But you two were so close," Hoseok seems hurt. "The fans shipped you two so much I began to have my suspicions."

"I am not gay," I scoff. "Do I look gay to you?"

"Do you want us to answer that or?" Yoongi smirks before I hit him around the head again. "What was that for?"

"Why didn't you want to talk with any of us?" Hoseok's tone suddenly goes serious. "Why did you block us all out?"

"I didn't want to get in the way of your futures," I admit. "I thought I'd only be a reminder of the past we all wanted to forget about."

"But you ignoring us all only reminded us more," Hoseok sniffles. "We were all broken, and you left us to pick up our pieces. That's why we disbanded, because Yoongi died and you went in denial about everything. If only you came out of your room in those fifty days Yoongi was going mad, maybe we'd still be together."