It had taken him a while to fall asleep. Finally he had found the right balance. It was a loose thing somewhere between memory and fantasy, a time when he had fallen asleep with Namjoon on the couch. He just remembered the one moment when he'd woken up and looked at Namjoon and thought about kissing him and then, for that brief moment, he twisted things a little so that would somehow be a good thing. He couldn't spin the thought or fantasy any further than that without reality kicking in and without feeling creepy, as if he was somehow taking advantage of Namjoon even in his thoughts. But the brief memory, that moment, it was nice. And as long as he pushed everything else away, he could find some rest in it.

Needless to say, he hadn't gotten a lot of sleep and he had a lot of things to take care of. Meeting Ten was just something on his list. It was strange to think that. Once he had had a crush on Ten. Of course he had never really acted on it, Hobi was the man for that, but he still remembered. Seemed like another life. Was another life, really.

Yoongi looked up from the paperwork he had just been staring at, nodding at the two guards in the room. "He can come in."

Namjoon hadn't been able to understand why it was such a big deal for Yoongi to be somewhere without guards. Damn. Namjoon. He would have to deal with him too, sooner or later. His chest hurt and he ignored it, just got up when Ten came in, nodding his head.

"Hey."