At least not that Yoongi could see. 
                          
Who, speaking in which, wasn't exactly sure what to say in that moment.
                          
Or do for the rather.
                          
Do you converse about how the hell to get out? Or call the hotel staff? 
                          
Do you try and comfort the person who was obviously trying to hide the fact that stress was gobbling him up and eating him alive, or would that only make the person uncomfortable? 
                          
Yoongi hated to see people distressed like this, which is why he was popularly known as the so-called "therapist" in his friend group, more than happy to comfort his friends in the time of need or offer advice that soothed out their problems.
                          
A rather domestic and motherly instinct, but Yoongi along with others were more than happy he owned it, since it was quite useful in certain situations such as these. 
                          
But the question is: do you apply those mental rules into a stranger? 
                          
Yoongi wasn't so sure either, fighting the constant debate going on inside his head at the moment, scourging up the piles of mayhem inside his mind for a blatant answer.
                          
Yet sadly, one never came. 
                          
But maybe he didn't need one. 
                          
Because all that was necessary, was Yoongi listening to what his conscience was telling him to do — and that was to make the situation not as dreary as it currently was, regardless of how well he knew the person that he was stuck inside an elevator with. 
                          
So with that being said, Yoongi scooted down onto the floor near him, making sure to leave some space between the two since making others uncomfortable was never his intention to begin with, unless the other initiated it first.
                          
With one last deep inhale of breath, telling himself that it was okay to do this regarding the place they were in, Yoongi turned his head to the side only to see the person nervously fumbling with his fingers, with his lips pursed into a thin line and eyebrows furrowed rather cutely.
                          
But he pushed that side thought away, reckoning that it was just his second habit of observing people wherever he went. 
                          
"So... what brings you to Paris?" Yoongi blurted out, obviously not wanting to bring up the fact that they were stuck inside an elevator who who knows how long. And yes, though it may seem odd to someone from an outer perspective that Yoongi asked a question completely unrelated to their current status, he reasoned out that it was his best option to go for. 
                          
And if making small talk meant distracting the other person's hectic mind from one of their biggest stressors, then it was worth every fiber in his body to ask.
                          
Regardless of how much mental strength and confidence it took to properly verbalize the question. 
                          
Hoseok perked his head up at this, since that was the absolute last thing he was expecting, especially with the current place they were in since the question wasn't even tied in to what was actually going on at all. 
                          
Furrowing his eyebrows together once more, which Yoongi couldn't help but internally smile at, Hoseok responded with a perplexed, "You do know we're stuck in an elevator, right?" 
                          
It wasn't his intention to come off as rude or offended by it, but instead pure curiosity as to how the other remained so calm about it all, choosing to ask something completely off topic rather than offering some advice or ideas on how to help them out of the situation. 
                          
Yoongi awkwardly chuckled at this, scratching the back of his neck in hopes to carry out his initial plan without failure.
                          
"Well, yeah. Might as well make light of the situation, right?"