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I'm standing in front of a big building, not sure if this is really the place I'm supposed to enter. I once again look down at the paper in my hand. The one Namjoon had given me with an address of another member of BTS written on it. I look at my phone again, comparing the addresses and making sure I didn't type it in wrongly.

It's spelled correctly, so this must be it.

I just didn't know a dance company could be this big.

I take one last sip of my coffee that I had bought on the way here. I don't hurry, but enjoy the last bit of my drink. I really like Starbucks, it's the best coffee I've had in a while.

As the cup is emptied, I throw it out in a trash can near me and walk towards the entrance.

When I enter the building, I'm still not sure if this is the right place. There's a carpet on the floor, filling it all out, a water tank, a glass door that leads to something that look's like an office and then straight in front of me is a desk with a lady sitting behind it. She looks up at me as I enter, but she doesn't say anything.

I stand still for a moment, deciding whether I should continue in or just leave.

This looks exactly like an office, nothing like a dance center.

The door behind me swings open and I move quickly not to be in the way.

A woman and a young kid enters. The kid is wearing tights and a t-shirt. On her back is a backpack and in her hand a water bottle.

"Now go, I'll come get you when your session is done." Who I suppose is her mother says.

The kid nods and skips towards a black door that is a bit to the right of the lady behind the desk.

The kid looks young, too young to be sent into an office with her mother leaving and too young to seem excited about it.

I choose to follow her.

"No shoes." The lady makes me halt my motions as I reach the black door.

She points to a sign on the door that obviously indicates that shoes are not allowed.

"Right, sorry." I bow slightly before I take off my shoes and enter through the door.

The little girl is gone when the door closes behind me. The hallway has wooden floor and bright white walls. The hallway is full of heavy air and smell and I can just hear a bit of music playing further down it.

I figure I am the right place perhaps and I walk down the hallway, looking through the windows that are in some of the doors.

I stop at one door specifically as I see a guy who looks like the guy I've found a picture of on my phone. The window is high up and I have to tiptoe to look through it.

"Jhope." I whisper to myself proudly and stumble a bit before landing flat on my feet.

"Excuse me miss, can I get by you?" A small voice speaks and I look behind me and find a girl who seems to be in her teens.

"Yeah, sorry." I say and smile at her.

It still weirds me out with the whole honorifics thing. So far I've only had conversations with Namjoon and Jungkook, both older than me... it feels weird for someone to speak so formally to me.

The girl enters the room and I peek through the window again as the door closes.

I watch as the guy puts away his phone and folds his hand with one big slap. It is Jhope, I think as I can now see his face fully and clearly.

His lips start moving and I can hear his voice through the door, but the words are inaudible. A group of people gather in front of him, mixed boys and girls but all looking around the same age, the girls maybe a little older.

I watch for a few minutes, but as he keeps speaking I decide to sit down. If the class just started, I will have to wait long and my calves are already sore from standing on my toes for that long, just to get a peek inside the room.

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The sound of girls chattering and boy laughter wake me and I look up to see a lot of people passing by me. Some look at me and giggle, which I feel offended at. I get up, stretching my body and rubbing my eyes gently.

Did I really fall asleep?

I gather myself and as the last person leaves the room, I run to stop the door before it closes all the way.

Music is playing at a low volume and as I peek through the small door opening, I can through the mirror see Jhope dancing.

I gulp before I hesitantly open the door, praying not to get him irritated by interrupting his dance—I don't have all the time in the world after all.

Jhope quickly notices me as the door opens fully. Our eyes meet through the mirror before he turns and looks at me.

I enter the room, closing the door behind me, "Hi." I say, waving my hand shortly but regretting it quickly as it probably looked weird.

Jhope pulls out his phone and the music stops, letting a dead silence fill the room.

"Who are you?" Jhope asks, but with a smile on his face as he approaches me, "What can I help you with, do you want to sign up for a class?"

"I'm Y/n... and no thank you, but it's really kind of you to offer me that." I return the smile.

"Y/n?" Jhope repeats my name, "Jungkook's friend?"

My eyes widen as the words leaves his mouth. I'm quite taken aback that he knows and for a moment I feel like I'm about to panic. Where does he know me from?

"Namjoon called me." He explains. He probably noticed my shocked expression.

"Ah, right." I nod, remembering Namjoon said he would call him if he had time.

"Yeah I'm Jungkook's friend." I say and bow.

Jhope looks at me with a small frown before letting out a chuckle, "It's alright, no need to be formal with me. I'm Hoseok, but I'm sure you already know given you spoke to Namjoon." He says still with a smile.

There's something about the smile on Hoseok's face that just seems genuine. It gives me the impression that he's the kindest person ever. He has faint dimples that show when he puts his lips together in a warm smile. It's very inviting. It makes me feel rather comfortable.

"So you know why I'm here?" I say, pulling myself out of my trance.

"Not too sure. Something about helping Jungkook?" He questions.

I nod and feel confident in Hoseok already.

A brief thought strikes me that maybe I won't even have to convince Hoseok. But then he opens his mouth and his next words betray my thoughts.

"I see. But why do you want to talk to me? We're not friends anymore." He speaks as if it doesn't bother him. I'm not sure why, but it hurts a bit. Hoseok seems so nice, how can he just say that?

"Why?"

Hoseok's smile fade slowly and he looks away for a moment before looking back at me, "A lot of stuff happened. I don't talk about it."

"Oh..." I breathe, not knowing what else to say.

"But can't you be friends again?" I suggest after a silence.

Hoseok lets out something that sounds like a chuckle, but his smile doesn't reach as far as the other ones did.

"I'm not sure if we're meant to be friends. All of us."

His tone is deep, making the atmosphere a bit more tense than it was before. He avoids eye contact, looking somewhere to the side.

I lose a bit of the confidence I have built up so far. Hoseok seemed to be a bright guy, not someone who would hold a grudge over a disbandment.

"Jungkook is very lonely Hoseok." I voice.

His eyes find mine and his eyebrows knit together for a short moment, before he shakes his head.

"I'm here because he needs you. He needs his friends." I take a step towards Hoseok as he'd backed a bit away from me.

"So did Taehyung." He mumbles.

My words get caught in my throat. I feel a lump growing and I try to swallow it down.

"Hoseok that is not your fault—"

"How do you know that? Hm?"

"I—"

"You don't. I was in the US, preparing a few of our next songs as a group when Taehyung was shot to death by what they class as a fucking accident. I got the news through a group chat. I was on the other side of the world, alone. I wasn't there to protect him when he needed me the most!"

"But Hoseok, you had no control over the accident. You couldn't have prevented it." I take a step closer, placing my hand on his shoulder.

I don't know this guy, but it's clear that he's not okay. I can't help but wrap my arounds around him and pull him into a hug as he loosens under my touch.

The smile on his face was merely a mask, hiding his wounds for the world not to see—and maybe himself too. Maybe, his smile is a way of trying to forget the pain that's hidden underneath his skin or to push away the guilt he's putting on himself.

Hoseok slowly pulls away from my hug.

He smiles down at me, wistfully. As if he's trying to not make me worry. As if he's trying to shove away the subject of him being sad.

Maybe he smiles to make it all seem less rough.

I feel as if I can read him like a book as he looks at me with shiny eyes. I feel as if I've known him for longer than just a couple of minutes.

"So Jungkook only has you?" Hoseok breaks the silence.

I nod, diverting my eyes to the floor, "Me, and Jimin."

"Of course they stayed friends." Hoseok chuckles slightly.

"Hoseok, Jimin is in the hospital."

"What?" His smile fades and his lips part slightly.

"He's not coping well after Taehyung's death I think." I say without thinking about my words. I quickly regret them as I remember Hoseok's guilt about his friend's passing.

"It's been two years." Hoseok mumbles.

"And have you healed from it yet?" I ask, making Hoseok look up at me again. He definitely hasn't.

"Jimin's health is a weight on Jungkook's shoulder. He's constantly reminded of Taehyung, the group, you guys and the brotherhood you had. He's not doing well. He's falling into a depression caused by his loneliness and I hate to see it happen right in front of me. He needs you. And... Jimin needs you too."

The half-lies run over my tongue smoothly and more smoothly than normal. It seems like I'm really getting invested in this suicide case, more than the other ones. I really don't want Jungkook to be sad, I hate to see it.

"So, why is Jungkook not here?"

"Jungkook refuses to admit that he's not doing well. When he's with Jimin, he lies constantly about how he's truly feeling and it's the same with me. He won't let me help him, but I can't bear to see him crumble in front of me anymore. He acts as if he's fine, but I know he's not. It's so obvious. And I want to help him."

Hoseok doesn't say anything, which concerns me.

I want to know what he's thinking, but his face is not as decipherable as it was moments ago.

"He doesn't know I'm here." I add to break the nerving silence.

"It seems like you really like him, for you to do all this." Hoseok's eyes softens and a frown appears on his forehead as he looks me straight into my eyes.

I need to because it's my j—, I halt my thought before it settles in my mind. Maybe this is more than just my job. Maybe, I really want Jungkook to be happy again.

But I do not like him. I can't. I'm from another time, it's impossible.

"I just want to see him happy again." I reason.

Hoseok nods. He turns around and walks a bit back and forth. He's rubbing his chin with his fingers and his lips are pouted. It almost seems as if he'd pondering on a choice that will determine life or death.

"I miss my friends too." Hoseok stops walking, whispering in a quiet and almost inaudible voice and I don't hear what he's saying clearly.

"I'll do it." Hoseok looks at me and grants me a smile.

A wide smile forms on my lips and I'm almost about to run to him and jump into his arms. Something about Hoseok just feels like home. As if I could hug him and it wouldn't mean nothing despite the fact that we met each other only today.

"For Jungkook and Jimin." Hoseok speaks, "But also for myself."

I squeal and clap my hands instead of jumping into his embrace, respecting the boundary. I'm just so so so excited. Hoseok laughs at my reaction.

"So when are we meeting up?"

"Uhm... about that..." I show him a nervous smile, "I haven't talked to Jin and Yoongi yet. Neither have I talked to Jimin about it."

"What?"

"I mean, I'm Jungkook's friend, not yours. I'm not able to just text you all, setting a date." I reason and Hoseok cocks his head, thinking about it.

"I'm not even sure where to find Yoongi."

"Well I know he continued his dream as a producer and he's quite successful in it. I'm not sure how you're just gonna approach him like you did to me today. As far as I know, he hasn't stayed in contact with anyone. Jin neither. I've only talked to Namjoon since, and before he called me the other day, we hadn't talked in about a year."

His words discourage me a little. I know Jin is working at a restaurant so I've figured he wouldn't be the toughest to find, but I had hoped Hoseok knew where I could find Yoongi. If he's really a successful producer and people still respect his privacy, it'll be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Don't worry. I'll find a way." I speak with a confidence that is 100% fake because really I feel like I'm facing a dead end.

"So, what's your plan?" Hoseok dares and I cower in my position, feeling unmasked.

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I throw myself on the hotel room bed as I'm finally home. I squirm in it and roll over as I'm pumped about succeeding with Hoseok as easily as I had hoped. I really fear that some of them don't want to reunite and refuse to do it, no matter the arguments I come up with.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do if that happens. Maybe, the mission is succeeded well enough with only a few members. After all, I can't bring all 7 back...

It's late at night. The walk home was long, but I decided to walk as I felt the need for some fresh air. Somehow I've tended to feel a guilt wash over me when I've talked to Jungkook's friends without him knowing it. It almost feels like I'm forcing them together, rather than it coming naturally, but after all, that is my mission. It probably will never come naturally. Without my help, it won't come at all.

My phone buzz and I grab it, viewing the new notification.

It's a message from Jungkook. I open my phone curiously, going straight to the message.

Jeon Jungkook:

Are you available tomorrow?

Am I available?

No, I'm working here, I'm never off work. I need to find another one of your friends so I can reunite you all and so I can save you, I think, but... somehow I just can't say no to him.

Me:

Yeah, what's up?

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