Before we start, I just want to say that no matter what situation Yoongi is in, no matter where he is, he always has his earbuds in.

My music is all I need. It's all I've ever needed. I don't have any friends, no family to talk to. All I have are my earbuds. They're the only thing that keeps me from killing myself.

The crowd clapped as I finished my piano piece. I've memorized this particular one all too well, yet they don't ask where it came from nor how I'm playing without the notes. Though...They never asked in the first place. Except one person. "I'm gonna have to hire you, kid! You really attract crowds! What's that song ya play called? I've never heard it before!"

"It's...Uhhh..." I put my belongings in my bag and my earbuds in my ears. "...I wrote it." His jaw dropped as he patted my back. "How are you not an idol yet? Why aren't you in Seoul producing music?" I wonder that too. Why am I not there? Why am I still here in Busan? "Don't touch me." I mutter without knowing. He lets go quickly.

Digging into his pocket, he finds a little card and hands it to me. "I'd love if you could play full time! Have a nice day, dude!" And with that, he walked off, leaving the card in my hands.

- - -

I unlock the door to my apartment. It's as empty as always. I plop myself onto the couch and adjusting my earbuds. I stare at the  card that was given to me. So his name is Lee Sungman. I throw the card to the left of me, not really wanting to make an effort to call.

- - -

"It took you long enough!" Sungman said as I walked into the shop. "One week! You waited one week to call! That's a new record, kid!" He ran behind the counter, searching frantically for something. I just watched him in confusion. "Oh yeah! Kid," he stopped searching and looked up at me. "I never got your name." I fiddled with my fingers. "Yoongi...It's Min Yoongi..." He smiled. "You're a shy one, eh? Cute. Now," he continued to search, but all of a sudden made a distressed noise. "I can't find it..!" He sighed. "Yoongi," I looked up quickly. "Go into the back room and get Taehyung for me." He smiled, and I nodded.

- - -

I opened the door, to see a young boy. Well, he seems younger than me. He was too engrossed in is phone to notice me walk in. "E-Excuse me..." He paused his game and looked up at me. Standing up from the boxes he was sitting on, he approached me. I took multiple steps back until he had me against the wall. He got so close I could feel his breath. I think i'm going to have an anxiety attack. Oh my god. "Are you...New?" His voice was deep and husky, not matching his face at all. He looked so... Innocent. I nodded, my fingers were trembling. It's happening. I'm having a fucking anxiety attack. He took a step back and bowed. Looking me in the eye, he smiled. "I'm Kim Taehyung! Nice to meet you!" I can't move. I can't I- "Are you okay? Did I scare you? I'm so sorry!" He bowed multiple times, freaking out. "I'm so so sorry! I'll try to bring you to Ajosshi!" He grabbed my hand. That triggered something, and I pulled my hand away. I started digging my nails into my skin. He looked relieved as hell, though. "I'm so glad you can move! I thought I paralyzed you!" I was still shaking badly. He saw this, and looked genuinely sad. "I didn't mean to scare you. Are you... Okay?" No, I'm not. Without realizing it, I shook my head. "Do you need anything? I have crackers in my backpack if you-"

"My earbuds..."

"Huh?"

"Play music.."

"Music? Okay..." He played something in... English, I think? I slowly calmed down. "I'm pretty sure you came to get me because Ajosshi needed me. Be right back~"

- - -

He came back with a little paper nametag with a string around it. I realized he had one too. It read 'V'. He put the one in his hand around my neck, my heart pounding. He was really close again. I looked at my tag. It read 'SUGA'.

"SUGA..? V..?" He smiled. "Yup! That's what customers call us! Mine's V for victory!" He looked very proud of it. Giggling like a child, he pat my head. "Awwww, you're so short!"

"Go to hell." I mumbled. He just laughed. "I'm always told I'm from space, so i'd rather go there! Then I can go home!" He smiled. "What year were you born?"

"Uhhhhh, 1993..."

"Awwwh! You're older than me!" He pouted.

"Boys! It's time for work!" A muffled voice came through the door. "Coming, Ajosshi!" Taehyung said. He looked at me and smiled. "Let's go, SUGA Hyung!"

- - -

After showing me what I needed to do, Sungman opened the store. Not many people came in at first, but they slowly made their way. "SUGA!" I turned around to see Sungman smiling. "Ya think you can play a piece of yours?" I nodded and headed to the back room to get my notes and shuffled through it to find one good enough. None of them are good enough. What the hell are you talking about...

I finally came across one I wrote for an old friend of mine. He never listened to it, Yoongi. Why do you still have it? You wrote it for him before he headed to Seoul to become an idol. You tried to get in contact, tried to show him your work. He never responded. He had such an amazing voice. I still hope that maybe one day, he'll sing the lyrics I wrote for it. I hesitated, but grabbed the piece and walked over to the piano, my hands shaking. You haven't played this in years. Don't mess up. Don't. Don't. Don't. Putting my hands on the keys, I took a deep breath.

Seokjin, this one's for you.