Jungkook's POV-

Once Chanyeol was off the phone the four of us cleared my stuff out of his room and headed back down to the first floor (floor F... I still have to roll my eyes at that.)

Once there we exited to the parking lot, walking towards Tae's car with the plan to get my stuff loaded back in then the three of us would follow behind Chanyeol to wherever I'll be staying.

Just as the trunk was opened and the first bags were set inside Tae's phone started ringing, blaring his obnoxious ringtone of the man yelling "give it to me" over and over.

He only glances at the caller on the screen before looking over to meet Jimin's gaze as he answers the phone.

As the person starts to speak he turns away from us, walking a short distance to continue the call with a little more privacy.

With his back to us we see his head move slightly as he nods, listening closely to the person on the line and offering a few short muffled answers before hanging up.

He turns back to relay the call to Jimin that it was "him" as he referred (I gathered pretty quickly that was Jin) letting Tae know that it was getting late and he needed to head over to the studio to give "his friend" (I'm fairly certain that would be Namjoon) a ride home so if they still wanted his help they'd better hurry.

We unloaded the trunk again, Tae and Jimin helping to walk everything the few rows over to where Chanyeol was parked.

They insisted on staying a bit longer to assist with packing everything into the trunk. They apologized profusely for having to leave as well as for not being be able to help move into the place tonight before finally getting in Tae's car to go meet Jin, I mean "him", leaving me with Chanyeol.

Shortly after pulling out of the parking lot Chanyeol got a call and has been on the line for about fifteen minutes now.

Trying not to eavesdrop on his conversation I attempt to focus on the upbeat song playing over the radio.

After just another minute or two Chanyeol ends his call with a goofy laugh and a "talk to you soon."

Only the radio can be heard after his call ends and I start to get a little anxious.

"Chanyeol-sunbaenim," I begin, trying to end the awkward silence that's started to settle between us. "About how far is this place from campus? I know you said earlier it was close but is it like within walking distance or...?"

Chanyeol chuckles before answering, "I don't know how long it would take walking, but it's only about a twenty-five minute car ride. A little faster if traffic's light."

I nod in response with my lips pursed. Twenty-five minutes. That's not bad.

"Oh!" Chanyeol suddenly exclaims. "I am supposed to give you Yoongi's contact info so you can call him in case you have any questions or need to get ahold of him for something."

"Yoongi? Is he the owner of the place?"

"Yep, exactly." He nods as he slows the car and signals right to turn into a long driveway in front of a gorgeous high-rise apartment building. My jaw instantly drops while my eyes widen at the sight.

"Are you ready for the number?" He asks casually before turning his head to look at me.

Upon seeing my face he begins laughing hysterically, which I do not find amusing in the least. My jaw clamps shut and I scowl at him as I realize what's going on.

"I knew it. This is a joke right? A prank?"

His laughing calms down a little and he shakes his head, "It's not a joke I swear! I was just not expecting that expression. I'm sorry if I offended you." He finishes, still chuckling a little.

I cross my arms over my chest. Still extremely suspicious.

"Where are we? Why are we here?"

"This is the place. Well, the building where the place is." He says, looking out the windshield and giving a small wave.

I turn almost my whole upper body and nearly press my nose against the glass, trying to take in every detail of the building.

Parallel to where the car is stopped there is a wall of crystal clear glass with a set of large glass doors in the middle that separate the cobblestone driveway from a brightly lit, modern looking lobby.

I can see beyond a few couches across the room, unnecessarily far from the door if you ask me, is the reception desk where two gentlemen stand behind computers.

I then move my eyes to the two men in vests and black pants as well as a woman in a vest and a black skirt standing just outside the glass doors off to the side a bit by a podium of some sort.

The three of them are standing shoulder to shoulder looking very interested in the binder the women is flipping through.

My people watching is interrupted when I hear the click of the car door opening and turn back in Chanyeol's direction to see a man in the same vest and black pants outfit as the other three people I observed holding the car door while Chanyeol climbs out.

I hear my door click open as well and look up to see a different man gesturing for me to get out. He gives me an odd look before immediately switching back to a very professional smile with a nod as I turn to exit the vehicle.

I bet that my face resembles that of a child who's seeing Disneyland for the first time.

I know these are valets, I'm not that dense, I have just never seen or experienced anything like this before.

This place is unbelievable, and I haven't even been inside yet.

The man that opened my door offers a quiet "Hello sir, how are you?" as I stand up and shuffle out of his way so he can shut the door.

I smile, eyes still wide as I mumble out "I'm fine thank you" in return.

Chanyeol appears at my side while the women I saw earlier walks to him to take the keys in exchange for a white slip of paper.

He puts the paper in his pocket then turns to me with an amused smirk, "Nice right?"

"Nice? This place is incredible!" I answer back, sounding much louder than I intended to.

He lets out a laugh as he pats my shoulder before he turns towards the glass doors and begins striding towards them.

"Hey, what about my stuff?" I raise my voice to get his attention.

He halfway turns around as he says, "I let them know we had some stuff in the trunk as well as the back seat. They'll bring it up shortly."

I turn my head back in the direction of the car to see them loading my bags onto a cart. I watch them take one of my boxes from the car and place it on the cart with my mouth agape slightly before turning back to see Chanyeol again started towards the doors.

I jump at the sight and quickly walk to catch up to him.

Once through the doors he immediately walks to reception, seemingly as a courtesy to not just ignore the gentleman and walk passed.

The man's face brightened in recognition as soon as he met eyes with Chanyeol's before he raised his arm in the direction of the elevators.

I followed Chanyeol to the elevator furthest from us, him stopping just short of the doors before glancing in my direction, presumably to see if I was still following, before pushing the button.

The elevator ride was quiet, but not uncomfortably so. At least not for me.

While Chanyeol answered some texts on his phone my mind was going wild. How was it that such a fucking awful day could end like this. This is surely too good to be true.

"I never gave you my friend's number." He says from beside me while opening his contacts.

I quickly move to my pocket taking out my phone, getting into my contacts to add the new number as Chanyeol reads it off to me.

"His name was Yoongi?" I ask while my thumbs hover over the keyboard waiting for confirmation to type the name in.

"Yes. I think you'll like him once you get used to him."

What's that supposed to mean? I wonder to myself as I quickly type the name, making sure to hit save before locking the phone and returning it to my pocket

"You may want to send him a quick text or something. Just so he can save your number too." He says while looking above the elevator door at the red numbers as they count up.

I pull my phone back out, tapping on his contact to send a text, but I am again left hesitating with my fingers twitching above the screen, not typing anything.

Chanyeol must have seen me hesitating while thinking way too hard as he suggests to just send a message letting him know who I am and that I'll be the one watching his place.

With that I start typing.

Hi, this is Jungkook.
Hopefully Chanyeol has spoken
with you already but I am the one
who will be watching your apartment
while you're away.
I look forward to helping you
and thank you for the opportunity.

I tilt my head slightly to the side as I read the message over for the fifth time. I feel like I should add to it, but what else do I say?

I don't know this guy and I don't know how he converses over text. I decide to just quickly press send before I can change my mind.

Just as I'm about to lock my phone it begins to vibrate as his name flashes on my screen.

He's calling me?

I clear my throat before raising the phone to my ear.

I feel nervous. Why am I nervous?

"Hello?"

"This is Min Yoongi." He says before he pausing and it's quiet for longer than necessary. Like he's pausing for dramatic effect to allow me to be impressed or some shit.

"And this is Jeon Jungkook." I answer back, being sure to speak clearly and confidently.

"Good. We have some things to go over."