"What's your opinion on this, hyung?"
Yoongi yawned. "I'd do it."
Namjoon hummed and turned back to Hoseok. "You should talk to Mr. Bang though."
Hoseok wrinkled his nose. "But it's not his business."
In the corner, Seokjin sighed. "Unfortunately, you're wrong. It'll affect their success."
"Even if Mr. Bang doesn't want him to say it on stage, he could always say it over Twitter or something, right?" Taehyung suggested, sitting down on the couch. He squinted. "But I guess they review all of that, too, huh?"
"That's why I want to do it on stage," Hoseok said. "They can't stop me."
"They can cut your mic."
"Which is why he shouldn't tell them he's doing it," Yoongi said. "They won't know until it's already out there."
Seokjin sighed again. "That feels wrong though. It is kind of the company's secret as well. It will affect their success. Hope-ah, It'll affect your success too, you know. And I guess you'd have to ask the company and all the staff members as well, since it could affect them in the long run, and--"
"Hyung, you know that's unreasonable," Yoongi interrupted. "Mr. Bang knew he was taking a lot of risks when he hired us. What if Hobi's secret was that he had some bad disease? That'll affect our success, but that doesn't mean he should keep quiet about it. It's hurting him."
Hoseok gave Yoongi a grateful smile.
"Yoongi hyung's right," Namjoon agreed. "It's your secret."
Seokjin leaned forward in his chair. "Trust me when I say I'm not trying to be mean or anything. I'm really just worried that you're going to get a lot of hate."
"There's always a lot of anger at first," Hoseok argued. His eyes were bright, full of hope. "If I do this, it might change the way the world sees this kind of thing. Think about it."
"I think you should do it, hyung," Taehyung said. "Why not?"
"Just be careful," Seokjin pleaded. "Don't go anywhere alone for a while."
"And definitely don't look at Twitter," Namjoon added. "Stay as far away from that as you can."
Hoseok nodded. "I will."
"So when will you do it?" Yoongi asked, lacing his fingers under his chin.
Hoseok tilted his head thoughtfully. "On tour. In LA."
"Smart," Namjoon said, tapping a finger to his temple. "Americans are more accepting."
"And English is basically global now," Taehyung noted. "People won't say they were fake translations or anything."
"Good point," Seokjin nodded.
"What are we talking about?" Jimin asked, walking in from somewhere. He looked like he'd been napping. His blond hair was kind of ruffled and he was wearing a black sleep shirt and shorts. He sat down next to Taehyung.
"Hope-ah coming out," Seokjin said. "He wants to do it on stage, when we're on tour in LA."
Jimin brightened by about 100 degrees. "That's awesome!"
"We were just going over everything," Namjoon explained. "Hobi hyung's decided he won't tell Mr. Bang first, because he probably won't let him do it."
Jimin frowned. "Mr. Bang's cool though. Maybe he'll let you."
"That's actually fair," Yoongi agreed. "We're kind of giving him a hard time, aren't we?"
"How about this," Taehyung started. He leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees like he was about to propose some horribly wonderful plan. "You ask Mr. Bang. If he says it's fine, great. If he's not okay with it, you tell him you won't, but do it anyway."
"Ah," Seokjin said. He gave Taehyung a praising look. "Do that."
"They'll cut his mic the second he starts to talk about it."
Everyone turned to see Jungkook standing in the kitchen, eating noodles.
"Where'd you come from?" Namjoon asked.
"I've been here this whole time," Jungkook replied. He shoved more noodles into his mouth, doe-eyes wide and innocent.
"Where were you though?" Seokjin questioned. "We didn't see you."
"Under the table," he explained, as though it were completely normal. "What?" he asked, as if their confused expressions were uncalled for. "It's cool down there."
"In any case, he's right," Namjoon said. "They'll cut his mic."
"Maybe," Yoongi said. "But Jimin's right that he should try."
