Yoongi's POV-

Jungkook was able to help me get my bed lifted off of the ground and onto the frame.

It made me feel better that he seemed to have only a slightly less difficult time than I did getting it up off of the floor and in place.

After we got that done I had to rummage through a couple of boxes to find some sheets.

I tried to tell him he was fine to go to bed and that I could get them on the bed myself but he insisted on helping.

He just kept repeating "This is my duty as an assistant."

With every recitation of the phrase I couldn't fight the urge to roll my eyes, which only made him say it more.

Such a brat.

As we are finishing up I go back to the boxes and realize I don't see a blanket. Then I remember that I had packed one in with my lyric books and things for my studio.

I often keep blankets in my studios so I don't have to worry about not having anything if, or rather when, I get cold.

I see Jungkook looking towards the windows on the far wall and I'm about to turn to leave the room until I have a thought.

"Jungkook, would you come with me please?"

He turns towards me with a nod.

"Need help lifting something else?" He grins as he walks across the room to where I'm stood near the foot of the bed.

"Aha, so funny." I say in a mocking tone. "No, just do your 'duty as an assistant' and come with me."

"Okay, but you do know I've already had a tour right? Unless there's another floor or something I'm missing." He says as we walk back through the apartment.

I don't answer and keep walking until we cross the living room and I can hear his steps behind me getting further away. I turn slightly to see him no longer close behind but a few meters back instead.

"Are you coming?"

"What're you doing?" He asks slowly.

"I'm showing you the studio." I say with a shrug as I turn back around to keep heading towards the small hallway to the studio door. I hear him take a few steps closer to me before stopping again.

"I have something to tell you..."

"You've seen the studio. I know. Hobi is terrible at lying and almost immediately when I asked him how the set up was coming he told me what happened." I say with a chuckle, the memory of Hobi's nervous tone and how he practically yelled the confession on the phone flashing through my mind.

"But I need to get a blanket and I figured I should show you myself."

"O-oh... Okay." He says quietly as I punch in the code and wait for click of the lock before pushing the door open.

I switch on the light and hold the door as he shuffles through and follows me further in. I walk over to the stack of boxes in search of my blanket while he walks over to the desk with his hands in his pockets as he looks around the room aimlessly.

"You haven't asked who I am." I say as I kneel next to a box to search through it.

He turns his attention to me with a confused expression. "What do you mean?"

I finally feel the soft fabric I was looking for and lift it out of the box before turning to face him.

"You've asked Hobi and Yeol for information to figure out who I am and when I asked you if you'd figured it out yet you asked me if I was a producer, but you've never asked me who I am. Why is that?"

He purses his lips in thought before nodding his head towards the couch. "Is it okay if I sit?"

I nod in response as he moves towards the couch to take a seat. As I turn to lean against the desk facing him, he begins to speak.

"I think that after I met you I didn't need to know. You asked me if I'd figured it out and I confirmed my assumption that you were a producer that worked with Hoseok and Namjoon. After that, and after speaking more with you, I figured if or when you wanted to tell me you would."

He then leans back against the couch, interlocking his fingers in his lap, keeping his eyes on me.

"I'm a curious person and sometimes I tend to push people to get information or something I want from them, but I didn't feel like I should do that with you. I figured you would talk when you were ready to. When you felt like you could trust me."

I'm trying to keep my facial expression neutral, but I want nothing more then to smile. I feel elated.

His character is impeccable. And if that wasn't enough to make my heart soft, what he says next surely does.

"I don't want you to think that whatever you are going to tell me will change anything. I want to be your assistant. Min Yoongi's assistant. I don't want you to think I'm one of the people who wants something from you and will take advantage of you, because I don't want anything from you.

"I am fine to pay for my own place to stay and I am willing to commute here everyday if I have to. You don't have to pay for my housing. Giving me a job is enough."

He is different. Good find Yeol.

"Thank you Jungkook" is all I can really get out in response.

I clear my throat to try to rid myself of this lump in my throat before continuing.

"I am not just a producer for the company. I am also one of the recording artists signed there. My stage name is Suga."

His eyes widen as his jaw drops before he shuts his mouth abruptly.

"I take it you recognize that name." I chuckle.

"I do. You have so many songs with Namjoon. You must think I am an idiot for not knowing! For not making the connection. It's just that I only listen to the audio tracks so I've ever seen you before. That's why I didn't recognize you. But this totally makes sense!" He smiles as he gestures to the equipment on the desk behind me.

"Actually I am grateful you didn't. It made my meeting you much more genuine. I don't often meet people that don't know me as either Suga or Agust D. It's very difficult to find genuine people."

Suddenly I see his eyes widen before he looks back at me with an almost mischievous smirk.

"Agust D you said?"

"Yes. Why?" I answer.

"Oh nothing, I just recognize that name." He says as he gets on his feet. "Well, Min Suga, I look forward to being your assistant."

"Thank you Kook. I look forward to it as well. Alright," I push myself off of the desk and start striding towards the door with my blanket tucked tightly in my arms. "Let's get to bed shall we? It's rather late."

His eyes widen in surprise before he gives me a big smile. "You gave me a nickname! You have nicknames for all of your friends. Does that mean you like me? Are we friends?" He starts asking in quick succession.

I give him a confused look before breaking into a laugh.

"What do you mean? Of course I like you. Now come on, it's time for bed." I say as I push the button on the keypad to get the door open and hold it for him to walk through.

"Okay okay, I'm leaving." He says as he passes me to get through the door.

Once the door shuts behind me I start filing behind him out of the short hallway until he turns around quickly, our noses nearly touching.

"Your room or mine?"

My breath hitches and I nearly choke when I hear that. He takes a step back immediately, bursting into laughter before turning to run to his room before I can kick his ass.

"Brat." I mumble with a smile as I walk the same path back to my room.