"I already know where your music is, I searched all morning." Seriously. Three hours dedicated to finding it but he did. He sang a little of his song, amused by it. STD was pretty funny, how did he even think of that shit? Reaching out, he idly grabbed the walkie and pressed the button, pulling it up to his mouth. "Hobi? Tae? One of you get back to me, I need a status of Jungkook. Over."

He set the walkie down and turned his head back from the phone, smiling at Yoongi with no cares in the world. It was so free. He felt so good. Better than he'd felt since ... since ever. He couldn't remember when he'd last been happy. "I couldn't sleep last night, too excited, so I went around the lockers and I found yours. I found your pad and I sort of ... smushed our stuff together."

It was art. It was beauty. "It's incredible. We mesh so well. I mean, you're better but you have more experience. I wish I could catch up but I'll always be behind."