"You're just sad you could never pull this off," BamBam said austerely, modeling his brightly-patterned cardigan for Mark and Seokjin. Glancing at Mrs. Im, Seokjin suspected she shared their reservations about the article of clothing, which was pink, yellow, green, blue, white, and black, and not a single color was in any way muted.

"I'm just glad I'd never want to," Seokjin said with a shrug, and Mark, who was sitting somewhat stiffly by him on the couch, snorted.

"Mark," BamBam whined, "you should be on my side. You're my big brother!"

"Speaking of big brothers," Mrs. Im said, frowning first at her watch, then at the front door. "I don't know where Jaebum and Youngjae could be."

"So Jaebum's still dancing?" Mark asked.

Mrs. Im's face brightened. "Yes! His group is very good—everyone says. I don't really know, and he won't always let us go to these events. He says I wouldn't like it, whatever that means."

Seokjin, who'd had a few dancer friends back at home, could guess what that might mean.

"And Youngjae is dancing now, too?" Mark asked.

"No, he just goes to support Jaebum," Mrs. Im replied. "And I don't like the idea of Jaebum driving home alone—they sometimes have alcohol at these events, and I know Jaebum would never drink, but with peer pressure, sometimes things happen…"

Seokjin carefully didn't say anything, remembering vividly his and Mark's first experience drinking, and the hangover they'd had the next morning. Just thinking about it hurt his head. He did vaguely remember Mark saying his parents were strict about alcohol and other things like that.

"I usually go, too," BamBam said, loudly, as if the conversation had centered around something else for a bit too long in his opinion. "Yugyeom dances with them. And Yugyeom and I finally convinced Jungkook to join."

"Yugyeom?" Mark asked, frowning a little.

"Yes, this family moved in down the street, the Kims, and they have three boys—one JB's age, one a year younger than Youngjae, and one BamBam's age, so the youngest, Yugyeom, is thick as thieves with BamBam here and Jungkook."

As Mrs. Im finished speaking, a key turned in the lock of the door and it opened, letting two boys in.

Seokjin had only seen a few pictures Mark had brought with him, and all of them were now four years old, but he was startled by the appearance of the remaining Im brothers.

On the one hand, he recognized Youngjae in an instant. He had the same broad face that seemed to be made for smiling, his features the softest and most like their mother's of all the Im boys.

But Jaebum.

Had Seokjin met Jaebum and Mark on the street, he would never have guessed they were related, and almost certainly would have assumed Jaebum to be the elder.

He had BamBam's height—another trait they seemed to have inherited from their father—and angular features, but his weren't as wildly dramatic as BamBam's. In fact, his appearance was…just about perfect. He was tall and thin with high cheekbones and slim, dark eyes, two moles above the left eye giving his face even more personality. Both ears were pierced and his eyes were lined with black makeup, all of it combining to make him by far the most intimidating of the brothers.

There was a beat of silence as Mark looked at his brothers, before BamBam leapt to his feet. "Jaebum! Youngjae! Mark's home!" He dragged Mark over to them and practically shoved him into Youngjae's arms.

It was awkward for a moment, neither seeming to know what to do, and then Mark straightened a bit and pulled Youngjae closer, allowing the (slightly) smaller boy to tuck himself into Mark's narrow chest.

"Hey JaeJae," Mark muttered.

When they broke apart, Youngjae was sniffling and Mark didn't seem to trust his voice, but even then the younger boy drew slightly closer to Jaebum, away from Mark.

And Jaebum.

Jaebum's face was emotionless and his posture was rigid.

"Bummie," Mark said, tentatively.

"Hi Mark," Jaebum said, wrapping an arm around Youngjae, who let himself be pulled against Jaebum's side.

"How'd your dance thing go?" Mark asked, clearly forcing himself through each word.

Jaebum shrugged. "It was fine."

"They were so good!" Youngjae gushed, seeming to come alive. "Yugyeomie and Jungkookie did really good, too!" He stood on his toes to say this over Mark's shoulder, to BamBam, and for a moment his eyes met Seokjin's. His entire face turned bright red and he seemed to be almost trying to hide behind Jaebum.

"Yeah, this is Seokjin," Mark explained, motioning to Seokjin, who stood and greeted both boys. Youngjae avoided eye contact. Jaebum shook his hand, but there was nothing friendly about the way he was looking at Seokjin.

Perhaps sensing the tension, Mrs. Im said, "Well, I'm sure everyone is tired—We can catch up more in the morning."

They all nodded and Seokjin followed Mark up the stairs. "You don't mind sharing with me, do young?" Mark asked as they walked.

Seokjin shook his head, the tiredness beginning to really sink in. Even though he'd never shared a room before—his parents' home had plenty of extra rooms, even with Mark there—he didn't mind the idea of having some company that night.

On the second floor, there were four doors, two on either side of the hallway. BamBam took the first door to their right, Jaebum and Youngjae the first door to their left. Motioning at the other door to their left, Mark said, "That's the bathroom—sorry, there's just this one and one downstairs that's kind of our mom's, so we'll have to share this one with them." Then he opened the door to their right.

It was clear Mrs. Im had put time and effort into preserving Mark's room. Though it was clear little had been changed, it had obviously been dusted and vacuumed regularly.

It was the room of the fifteen-year-old who had first arrived at Seokjin's house so long ago now. It was surreal; there were posters for the bands Mark had liked, the bookshelf held all the books Seokjin had loved and the TV shows he had followed. The bedspread had been his favorite color. There was a picture of Mark with what had been his family—now barely recognizable.

Stepping closer to the picture, Seokjin saw it wasn't just the Im family—there were some other kids there.

"That day, we were each allowed to bring a friend to go out to lunch and a play in the park," Mark said quietly. "I…didn't really have anyone I wanted to bring, so I let Jaebum bring Jinyoung as my friend."

Which explained why BamBam had his arms wrapped around a boy with huge eyes, Youngjae was resting his hand on the head of a boy with bright orange hair, and Jaebum was standing with his arms around two boys—all three about fourteen or so. But looking closer, Seokjin saw that, almost stealthily, Mark was glancing at one of Jaebum's friends, and their hands lingered close, as though they'd just let go for the picture.

"So Jaebum brought Hoseok and Jinyoung," he tapped the faces behind the glass, "BamBam brought Jungkook, and Youngjae brought Jimin mostly because Jungkook is Hobi's brother and Jimin is Jinyoung's, so…"

"Jinyoung's Jaebum's friend?" Seokjin repeated doubtfully, looking a bit closer at the dark-haired boy. He was less gangly and awkward-looking than Jaebum and the other boy—Hoseok? Hobi?

"Yeah."

"Not yours?" Seokjin prodded. He never would have asked the Mark in the picture this, but Mark had changed. He liked different bands, read different books, followed different shows, had a new favorite color, and seemed to consider Seokjin's question seriously.

"I kind of thought it might be going somewhere," he admitted after a moment. "But then…I left."

Seokjin sighed, but there was also a bit of excitement. He had something to take his mind off of homesickness now; he was going to play matchmaker.