𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

37

I brought out my ID, showing it to the lady in the kiosk in front of us. She took it and looked between the four of us, skeptical. "And who are these with you?" Her brows knitted together as she peered between us, and I held back my frustration with a soft sigh.

"This is Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook, they are my guests. Beside me is Kim Namjoon, and he is soon to be an instructor. We're here to see Mr. Min and his guest, Mr. Jung." I folded my arms across my chest after taking back my ID, and watched as the woman spun in her chair and typed something into her computer. Following a few long moments of silence, the woman motioned for us to go back.

I stormed past her desk, and as we made out ascent up the stairs, I mumbled the little profanities I had been holding back.

"Is it always this hard to get in here?" I heard a soft voice speak, and I glanced back at the blond it belonged to before shaking my head. "No, typically she just lets me go in, no question!" I shrugged, leading the group down the hallway and to Yoongi's door.

"Does he even know we were coming?" Another voice whispered, and I shook my head again. With a gentle knock to the door, we waited. After a few moments of hushed voices and rustling of items, the door flung open and the ravenette poked his head out.

"Oh!" He gasped, eyebrows raising as he opened the door and gestured for us to come in. Quickly Jimin pushed past us all and slammed himself onto the brunet sitting on the couch, engulfing him in a deep, bone crushing hug.

The rest of us filed into the room and I closed the door behind us all. Namjoon sat on the opposite side of the couch from Hoseok, and Jungkook trailed off to he and Jimin and joined the embrace. I ended up following Yoongi and getting caught up with him. He sat down in his wheeled leather chair, and I took seat across him in another chair. I crossed my legs beneath myself and pushed my messy brown bangs from my eyes, "So can I ask a couple questions?"

"Sure of course. Shoot." Yoongi smiled, pulling the black cloth mask over his nose down and around his chin. I fumbled with my fingers in my lap and tilted my head. "So will Namjoon and I be practicing in another studio, or will we be using yours?"

The elder pursed his lips in thought, tapping his fingers against his thighs. He hummed softly before regaining eye contact with me. "Do you want to use my studio? Because I'll more than let you. If you two want your own to make home, that's alright too. Whatever you need we can get." He glanced over to where Namjoon sat on the couch, and it was evident the silver haired boy had been listening to us.

Waving him over, I stood from the chair I was in and let him sit, then I eased myself in his lap, resting my back against his chest. I grinned at the presence of his arms around me and clasped my hands atop his. The elder across from us flashed a small gummy smile before swivelling in his chair. "Anything else?"

"Yes actually," Namjoon spoke. His voice was smooth and mellifluous; the vibrations from his chest were soothing to the touch. "I'd like to ask about requirements for teaching. Is there leeway? Or are there rules to attend to?"

"There aren't a set of rules really. Moreso there are just 'checkups' every month to check whether or not your teaching is proving to work. Checkups are the surprise performances you'll be asked to attend, that you can't say no to." Yoongi huffed, shaking his head slightly. He outstretched his arms as Jimin walked by and caught the blond in his grasp, pulling him into his lap to embrace him. "The only advice I can give is to always have two songs you know by heart prepared for those instances. Other than that it's all up to you in regards to anything else." He shrugged and squeezed the blond close to himself, and couldn't help but laugh at the squeaky whine he emitted to be let go.

"Okay sounds fair enough, thank you." Namjoon nodded curtly before adjusting me within his grasp and lifting me up, hooking his hands beneath the bends of my legs. He carried me over to Hoseok and Jungkook, dropping me down across the boys before returning to Yoongi to speak some more. The blond in the elder's grasp managed to escape and accompanied the rest of us as well.

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{a/n: Sorry for slow updates! Classes are proving to be a heavy load this year! Promise I haven't forgotten about this story <3 You all rock! Thank you for staying alongside me <3}