Yoongi walked out of the lift and led the way down the hall. He listened to Namjoon and then nodded, while he sat the cat down so he could unlock the apartment. "I have a keyboard. I play most days and I compose sometimes. I was going to do songwriting, something like that, but I just couldn't."

It felt too raw. Too close to all these emotions he could never get closure on. That said he opened the door and stepped in, turning around to smirk at Namjoon. "Breathe in deeply. The smell of an apartment without any mould."