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Jiho knew exactly where his brother would be. He made sure that no matter how busy he was, he kept tabs on his little brother. He had eyes everywhere in the city, eyes that belonged to only him. Eyes in the club that his brother was performing in that night.

Yoongi had always been passionate about music. Ever since he was a tiny little thing sitting on their mother’s lap, tiny little hands banging down on the keys of a piano. She taught him to play, gave him a piece of her that he could carry with him no matter what, and Jiho had done everything in his power to encourage him to pursue it after she was gone.

He just wanted his brother to be happy. He wanted Yoongi to have all the freedoms that he himself as the heir to the Min dynasty could never have for himself.

Jiho had stood at the back of the crowd, hidden in the shadows as he watched his brother come alive on stage. His presence commanding, the crowd eating out of his hand. Yoongi was brilliant.

Jiho was so proud.

He had worked very hard to make sure he had this time off for this. The clock striking 12:03am on March 9th as he walked up to where his brother stood at the bar after his stage had ended.

“This round is on me.” Jiho said from behind Yoongi, grinning as his brother turned around at the sound of his voice.