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“And cut!” The director called out, and the seven men relaxed.
They were used to being on camera, their stage personas were extremely close to their real personalities, but they still had to keep mostly to the script that they had agreed upon. Add alcohol into the mix and everything became just that much more tricky.
The difference was not noticeable to anyone but themselves, but an edge of tension slowly seeped out of them. For all except one. As soon as the cameras were off and the staff started to turn away, Jin’s happy mask faltered.
Namjoon was sitting right next to him and noticed the change immediately.
“Jin Hyung..”
The mask slipped back on as quickly as it had faded before as Jin turned to face him, effectively blocking Yoongi out of the conversation with his shoulder.
“Yes?”
There was something in his eyes that had Namjoon changing what he was about to ask.
“Are you.. Do you think we should pack up some of this food to take back home?”
The relief was evident in Jin’s eyes, confirming to Namjoon that he had made the right decision. Jin nodded quickly.
“Yes, let’s do that. I’m sure Jungkook will be hungry again later.”
With that, he stood and walked away to find the boxes to pack the food. Namjoon watched after him thoughtfully. He glanced at Yoongi who was still sitting as he was, still lost in his own internal world. He wondered if the other had noticed but opted not to say anything yet. He had realised a long time ago that although Yoongi often appeared to be spacing out, he was actually very observant.
He turned to Hoseok and realised that his friend was fairly tipsy. He laughed a little. Hobi was not a big drinker. When he did drink, he lost his bouncy happiness and turned quiet. The maknaes were still laughing and chatting. They hadn’t yet noticed that anything was amiss. Those three got lost in their own little world sometimes.
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As Jin walked away, he heaved a sigh of relief. Sometimes, he thought, Namjoon was just too damn perceptive. He shook his head, trying to brush off his lingering feelings. His brain just refused to stop though.
“He said he loves him. Not me. Not me. He’s never said it to me.But he .. just said it during a broadcast. How much of it was acting? Just giving the fans what they want?”
His ears went red as he remembered his reactions on camera, mentally kicking himself. Did he have to say that Yoongi had only sent him five texts? Did he have to make it seem like he remembers everything Yoongi had ever said to him? Did he have to feed Yoongi that empty shell?
What was he thinking?
He laughed wryly. He knew what he was thinking. He was jealous. So jealous that all he could think of was doing something to stop the words coming from Yoongi’s mouth. No matter how hard he’s tried over the years, he just can’t stop feeling this way.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and spun around, heart in his throat, and then huffed out a breath.
“Joonie. Is there something you needed?”
“Hyung, you were standing here talking to yourself. Are you alright?”
“No, no. Ha, ha, ha. I’m fine!”
Jin winced at the fake laughter coming from his own mouth. To cover it, he picked up the boxes and headed back to the table to pack, and organise the younger ones into helping.
Yoongi was, of course, nowhere to be seen.
Jin shrugged, irritated. Grumbling under his breath he continued to direct everyone, until they were all ready to leave. At some point, he looked up and saw Yoongi watching him, a puzzled expression on his face.
He ignored it, ignored him, while rallying everyone into the cars and home. As expected, the hour long drive left Jungkook hungry again, so as soon as they walked into the house, the youngest started rummaging through the takeout boxes.
Jin normally would have stayed to tease him or bicker a little before heading to the common room (in hopes of Yoongi deciding to be there), but today he simply walked straight through to his room and shut the door gently behind him.