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"It was amazing", Jungkook pads his feet quickly as he stares up at the jumping point, smiling.
"Maknae indeed", Taehyung mutters, still shaking from the horrifying jump minutes back. It's getting dark already, the darkness making it even more creepy and dangerous.
"Jimin-ah?"
Jimin is staring down at his shoes, lost in thoughts. Minutes back, they have finished the jumping game, for a run episode shoot. Not all of them enjoy this, he knows, but he also knows that everyone can pull this off, more or less, except...the sunshine of Bangtan...Hobi. Hobi's turn was the last, the Sun having set already, and just like it, the rest of the six members panicked silently as they watched their sunshine look down at the void, expressionless, not even a slightest bit ready to jump. But as the rule had it, he jumped. He doesn't know about the others, but his heart stopped momentarily when Hobi said, "3...2...1...Bangtan forever!" and he squeezed his eyes shut.
The dancer, sitting on a chair, his head lunging down, trembled as his eyes turned a deep shade of red. He was taken to their dorms earlier than the others, Seokjin with him to take care of him.
"Want to go back."
Both Jungkook and Taehyung turns to him. "Now? Not gonna stay for the-"
"No. Y'all enjoy. Feeling...uh-tired?" He slowly walks away towards one of the cars, the staffs immediately catering to his needs.
After entering the dorm, he hears some sound of plates and spoons, and walks towards the kitchen. He sees Seokjin helping himself to some leftovers. As he turns around to leave for his room, Seokjin notices him.
"Hob-ah is up in the terrace."
"Oh. I'm going there then."
He makes his way upstairs, and to the terrace. But sees no signs of the elder.
"Hobi hyung? Hobi-?"
Jimin's heart aches to what he sees.
A figure is kneeling down, hands supporting the head, as the whole frame visibly shakes. The moonlight is making his lean frame look even more vulnerable. Jimin walks up to him, and kneels beside him.
"Hyung." He pats his back, rubbing soothing circles over the fabric.
Hobi flinches and calms himself. "Jiminie."
Jimin sees his eyes, still red, tears staining his pretty face. His eyes are sparkling. He runs his thumbs over the tears on his cheeks, Hobi breaking into another silent sob in the process.
"Why I-why is it-why I feel so...afraid...like..."
"Shh, hey. Hyung, it's okay."
Jimin feels a huge weight crashing down his heart as Hobi keeps on sobbing, questioning and doubting himself critically on his acrophobic self. His brows are crinkled, face radiating anger mixed with fear...frustration...and Jimin's eyes itch.
"Why-everytime...I feel so-afraid of...the fans...they say I'm...scared-why? Jimin, why?"
Jimin gets up on his knees, and almost like it comes to him, he wraps the elder's head in a hug, flush against his chest. He presses a kiss to the fluffy hairs, which smells coconuty.
The shaking and sobbing tones down, it seems. And Hobi slowly pulls his head away, looking at Jimin.
"Thank you. For being there." His eyes are no longer filled with tears, but are red. Jimin feels he can really cup his cheeks and kiss him now.
Jimin smiles, unsure how to answer this. He gets up on his feet, or so it seems. He goes off balance, and lands straight on Hobi's lap, bringing a cute shriek from the elder. And then, it happens.
"Jimin-mmm..."
Before he can say anything, Jimin wraps his arm around him and pulls Hobi down, latching his lips to him.
Amidst smiles and tears, Hobi has never felt so happy and safe.