Hoseok led our little parade down the hallway, my feet dragging on the carpet as he pulled me behind by our intertwined hands. If he felt uncomfortable holding my now sweaty hand, he didn't show it. He actually rather seemed to be enjoying himself, smiling and greeting every one who walked passed us. I tried to avoid their eyes, embarrassed from being led around like a small child.

I tried to subtly slip my hand out of Hoseok's, but it was to no avail. It only made the smiling man hold on nose scrunched as I tried to think of a way to get him to release my hand without coming off as rude. Even in my horrible mood, I still valued manners.

We went from room to room, Hoseok curious about every single one of them. Even though almost every room we entered looked the same as the one before it, he still asked me what the room was for. After about 20 rooms, I got a little tired of it.

"It's a studio, Hoseok. You've literally seen 10 other rooms that are exactly the same. Why would this one be any different," I snapped at the man, whose eyes had now fallen to floor at the harsh sound of my voice.

Hoseok's eyes rose to meet mine, sadness and embarrassment showing in the round orbs. His lips lifted in a sad smile, small dimples appearing at the corner of his lips. I couldn't help but find them adorable.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi," he apologized, his eyes falling to look at the floor once again, "I'm just so excited and sometimes I can come off a bit obnoxious. I'm sorry, I'll stop."

The pitiful sound of his voice made me regret snapping at him. Namjoon jabbed me in the side, pain blossoming around my ribs. Apparently I wasn't the only one feeling bad for how I had spoken to Hoseok.

"Well when you say it like that," I mumble, averting my eyes from his face, "I feel like a jerk, Hoseok. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. My bad."

I kicked at the carpet, awkwardly waiting for Hoseok to day something.

"Oh, Yoongi," he cooed, his free hand coming up to rest on my cheek, "Oh, Yoongi. You're just too adorable. How about we just put this all behind us and move on with the tour?"

I nodded and Hoseok dropped his hand from my face back to his side, still holding my other hand hostage. Turning away from me, he starts leading us down the hallway toward the elevators.

"Oh and Yoongi," Hoseok said.

"Yeah?"

"I was asking so many questions just so you would answer. I like the sound of your voice," he stated, winking at me.

My face grew hot at his forwardness, embarrassment filling me from head to toe. I hear someone behind me take in a sharp breath, but don't have time to look at who it was as Hoseok is still staring at me, expecting a reply.

"Oh... Is that so," I stammer, unsure of how to answer.

Hoseok just flashes me a smile and turns back around, pressing a button for the elevator. A quiet ding fills the lobby as the doors open, revealing the posh interior of the elevator.

Namjoon enters the elevator first, Jimin following him. When Hoseok and I enter the elevator, I try to keep my distance from the man, but it's expectantly hard to do in a small elevator crammed with bodies. With every step I take away, Hoseok takes one closer, effectively rendering my efforts useless. Eventually, I hit the wall and have nowhere else to go. Sighing, I resign myself to the fact that I will have to deal with Hoseok being in my personal space.

We stood waiting for the elevator to move. Until we realize that none of us had actually pressed the button for the second floor. Hoseok laughs, the happy sound filling the small box. His laugh is contagious and eventually I start giggling along with him.

"What a bunch of fools we are huh, Yoongi," Hoseok giggles, bumping my shoulder with his own.

"Yeah, we're-"

My answer is interrupted when Jimin leans forward between the two of us reaching out to press the button. He takes a step forward, inserting himself between Hoseok and I, causing our interlaced hands to fall apart. Jimin looks up at me, a smile forming on his face.

"Excuse me, hyung. But I needed to press the button," he says innocently but I can hear the anger burning behind his words.

I look passed him to Hoseok, who is looking back and forth between Jimin and his now empty hand, confusion written across his face. Behind Hoseok, I see Namjoon trying to contain his laughter.

When we get out of here, I'm so hitting him.

As if hearing my thoughts, the doors open with a small ding. Hoseok disembarks the elevator, each of us filing out after him. Once we are out of the elevator, I slow my strides until I'm standing right next to Namjoon.

"Thanks for the help there, buddy," I whisper, my anger causing the words to come out harsher than I expected.

"What can I say? It's funny watching you get all flustered," he giggles causing me to scowl at him, "I'd be careful if I was you, though. Seems like Jimin's the jealous type and I highly doubt he's too happy about Hoseok sniffing around his territory," he advised.

"I am no one's territory," I spit out at him.

"Mhm. Tell that to the little carrot top that's been fuming since he saw Hoseok holding your hand. And that wink? Oh boy, you could just see the anger coming off of him," Namjoon states still amused.

Deciding that speaking to Namjoon is no help, I speed up until I am side by side with Hoseok again. Looking over at me, Hoseok smiles, the small dimples appearing again. He opens his mouth to say something when a small head of orange hair pushes passed our shoulders, planting himself between us Jimin looks up at me, an innocent smile lighting up his face and causing his eyes to crinkle. A look of annoyance flashes across Hoseok's face at the interruption, but he soon covers it up with a smile. If I hadn't been watching, I would've missed the emotion completely.

"So earlier, Jimin called you Hyung, Yoongi. How old are you?" Hoseok questions.

"24, almost 25," I state, my eyes returning to stare straight ahead of me.

"Ohhh, so you're my Hyung too! I just turned 24," Hoseok said, his words filled with excitement.

"That's cool. Namjoon will be 24 later this year, won't you Namjoon," I inquired, trying to redirect the attention off of me.

"Mhm," Namjoon hums before he is interrupted by the shrill sound of his phone ringing. All of us stop and turn towards the source of the noise.

Digging it out of his pocket, a grin slowly spread across his face and I don't even have to ask who it is. Only one person could get that kind of reaction out of Namjoon.

"Jinnie," he greets, bringing the phone to his ear, "I thought you were busy all day..."

Hoseok looks at me, confusion filling his features.

"Jin is Namjoon's boyfriend. He's a model and was supposed to have photoshoots all day today," I explained, stepping away to give Namjoon a little privacy for his conversation. Leaning against the wall, I slide down until I'm sitting on the floor. This phone call will probably take a while anyway.

Jimin and Hoseok follow my lead, sliding down on either side of me.

"A model and a music producer, I wonder how they got together," Hoseok mumbles to himself, his words trailing off.

"They met when Namjoon was scouted on the street for a few modeling gigs. With that stature and those looks, who wouldn't scout him," I said, shrugging my shoulders. I remembered the day well, I had been there when the scout approached Namjoon, who quickly shut down the offers, "Of course he rejected the offers, at first. He never really dreamed of being a model, he just loved music so much, you know? Well I told him later that day that he should take them up on it. If only for ugly people like me, who could never be models," I said, laughing at myself.

"Well he went to the shoot and he met Jin there," I smiled, "I remember Namjoon coming home that day and telling me he just saw an angel."

"He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen, Yoongi," I said, mimicking Namjoons voice.

"I guess things just kind of took off from there," I said, reminiscing on those early days, "Have you ever wondered what true love is? Look at Namjoon and Jin together and you'll see it."

"Do you want that, Yoongi?" I hear Hoseok ask softly.

"What?"

"Do you want true love?" Hoseok repeats, his voice coming out stronger this time.

Jimin leans in closer, his interest piqued.

"Oh, uh, I'm not sure," I stammer, uncomfortable at being put on the spot, "I guess I used to. But I guess I eventually came to a point where I kind of accepted being alone, you know? Not everyone gets true love," I said, smiling at where Namjoon is talking on the phone, "But getting to witness the happiness of those that do is pretty cool, too."

"That such bullshit," Jimin states matter-of-factly.

"Excuse me?" I ask, flabbergasted.

"I said, "That's such bullshit," Yoongi," Jimin states, anger seeping into his words, "Everyone deserves true love. Every single one of us has someone out there for us. We just have to find them," he turns his head, his eyes boring into my own, "and once you do, don't let them go."