When Yoongi walks in, there is practically no line. That is sort of shocking since the ordinary queue usually rounds the shop a thousand times over but he isn't upset by it. The black-haired man quickly glances toward the tables before making his way to the counter.

"Yoongi-ah, I haven't seen you for a while, how are you?" Seokjin, who Yoongi hadn't expected to see working the counter, smiles a sweet grin. "I, Uhm, I'm fine, thanks.. And you?" His voice is gruff from lack of use. Seokjin chuckles, "it's been a pretty eventful week, actually, but I won't bore you with the details. What can I get for you?"

The younger decides to clear his throat before speaking this time. "Oh, just a black coffee, please?" The elder nods. "Okay. Since it's such a quiet day, I can whip that up for you right away, just a sec." And then he turns around and begins brewing the incredibly average order. Yoongi thanks his friend when the cup is handed to him and hesitantly walks to the table where his father is sitting.

"My son. Good to see you again." His father acknowledges his presence almost emotionlessly. Yoongi sighs, biting his tongue, he sits on the opposite side of the table and takes a sip of his scalding beverage. "You said that you were open to compromises?" The older man raises an eyebrow. "Yes, I did." Yoongi goes on. "Well, I'm here to make one with you." His father takes a bite out of the cake he had ordered whilst gesturing for him to continue.

"I'm listening..."

-

Hoseok takes a deep breath.

When his father offered to house him, Hoseok knew that it was just a formality but still took him up on the offer. The reason he agreed to stay with his dad even when he knew his father didn't really want him to was because the only property he owned back in the UK was the small house he shared with his mother. That was the house she was sick in. The house she died in. He wasn't ready to go back. He still isn't ready even now and thinks he never will be.

The truth was, his father and he had drifted far, far apart. The curt time they spent together no longer felt like father and son, it instead felt like stranger and stranger. They knew nothing of each other and neither of them tried to. Hoseok had planned to move out as soon as he could but getting a job proved harder than he thought.

His father never told him he had to move out but Hoseok felt like a burden. Even though he was paying for his own food and necessities, he was still taking space. The guilt weighed almost as heavy as his mother's death.

"Hyung, you know you should've just asked!" Jungkook beams brightly.

Hoseok remembers how close they were before he had left the country. They had met at dance class. Jungkook never really had a father figure in his life so Hoseok - unknowingly - quickly took on that role. The younger would always come to him with his problems and the elder would try to give his best advice. Hoseok also remembers many nights that were days on the other side of the phone of Jungkook keeping him updated on all the school drama and still asking for advice for personal problems, Hoseok often struggled to stay awake but still gave the most thoughtful answers he could conjure up in the mornings.

Hoseok thinks Yoongi had replaced his role in Jungkooks life. They drifted apart when they both started university a million miles away from each other and Hoseok guesses that's where Jungkook had met Yoongi. He holds no resentment, obviously, but he still can't help but be sad about it.

"Thank you so much. It really means a lot."

Jungkooks smile grows impossibly wider. "Although," he laughs nervously, "I don't really have the power to employ you or anything... That's Yoongi-Hyungs job. He's on his break right now so we're gonna have to wait."

Hoseok and Yoongi had never officially met. He can't help but feel a little nervous.

-

Jimin had recently discovered a few important things.

The first and most alarming thing he had discovered was that he may have a... thing for Yoongi.

Love was definitely out of the picture. Like was too indifferent. Hate was what he wished he felt. Dislike was also too indifferent. Thing felt... Right. For now, at least.

The second thing he had discovered was that he had a serious problem with bottling up his emotions. Half the time, the pinkette didn't know what he felt. Obviously, when something sad happened he felt sad and when something happy happened he felt happy.

But he never understood why he felt those things. Why was that thing sad? Why did it make him sad? Sometimes the answer was easy. Like a puppy dying is sad because death is sad and puppies are cute and Jimin is scared of death and likes puppies. But other times it wasn't so clear. Life wasn't as black and white as Jimin wished it was. And instead of exploring his more complex emotions, the boy instead opted to shove them all away. Perhaps that just felt easier. And what was first a mechanism to avoid his feelings quickly morphed into concerningly effortless second nature.

The third thing Jimin had discovered was the fact that he needed advice. And not from Taehyung.

Taehyung was Jimins best friend and roommate. He had been an inseparable part of his life since elementary school so it's no wonder why Jimin had always been so quick to run to Taehyung and only Taehyung with his problems. Taehyung knew things Jimins own family didn't know and it was definitely the same vice versa.

But, after years of being around Taehyung, Jimin knew that the boy didn't always give the best advice.

Sure, sometimes he'd surprise Jimin with unexpectedly thought-through and helpful answers but even then it all boiled down to him practically saying something akin to: "do it or don't." And maybe that's enough to get the ball rolling but it doesn't help guide what to do after that. Jimin loves Taehyung like a little brother but he needs more than that.

After a minuscule amount of thinking, Jimin knows who he needs to go to.