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It's not uncommon for us to hang out at the arenas we perform in for an hour or two after the shows. It grants us safety and privacy when we do go back to our hotels and gives us a little while to rest from the intense dancing we have to do.
Despite performing for the third day in a row, in blazing hot Nevada, all three of the maknaes plus Seokjin have enough energy to power four and a half houses, running and jumping around, talking and giggling about who knows what. Namjoon steps back to read quietly, and Hoseok and I sit on the black leather futon. I scroll through Twitter, reading all of the ARMYs wonderful memories and thoughts about our concert, each story of how we as a band had saved someone's life bringing a vague smile to my lips. Hoseok fondly watches the four lively boys play, his hands resting on his crossed legs.
I haven't slept a lot lately, courtesy of the lovely 16 hour time difference between Vegas and Seoul as well as just flat out insomnia and working nearly nonstop for three days. I've never been more tired in my life, I think.
I don't mind staying long after the concerts. Honestly, it makes me quite happy to see my best friends smile and laugh with each other. Right now, though, I just wish I had a place to lie down and doze off for a few minutes. This schedule is killing me...
"Hyung," I hear as someone grasps my arm. I open my eyes, not even realising I'd closed them, and shoot my head up, looking at Hobi drowsily. He's smiling his gentle and familiar smile, the one that always brings me comfort in times of high stress and anxiety. "You're falling asleep over there. It'll probably be a while before we leave, you have time to nap." I shake my head with a yawn.
"I couldn't now, Hoba." I say. "It's too noisy." But he doesn't seem to like that as an answer.
"I can help you," he says sweetly, shrugging his shoulders. "Fall asleep, I mean." I tilt my head, not really accepting but not saying no either. He uncrosses his legs, his feet landing on the floor. "Come here, Yoongi-ah. I'll play with your hair a little," The statement kind of catches me off guard and I stare at him for a second, my eyes flicking between him and the futon for a moment before I hesitantly crawl over to him. He has me lie down in his lap, one arm bent under my head and the other stretched out across his legs. My hand dangles limply off the edge of the seat. I'm nervous for some reason, though I know I shouldn't be. He's not going to hurt me I have to remind myself over and over.
Hoseok wouldn't hurt anything, not even an inanimate object. He's just too sweet.
My breath shudders and my body aches with mistrust. I guess I'd never really been touched very lovingly by really anyone before. Yeah, people have hugged me and stuff but it wasn't personal in ways that I'd needed. I can trust Hobi. I've known him for over ten years, how couldn't I trust him?
But the moment his fingers tangle in my hair, his nails softly grazing my back, all tension I once had leaves my body. I sink into him, my eyes falling shut and I think a quiet groan slips past my lips. I let out a stiff breath as he mumbles something I don't hear, basking in his warm touch. Already feeling so far from the waking world, and the laughter from the boys is fading quickly. His fingers clench and gently tug, not hard enough to hurt but it sends a shiver down my spine that I stifle. He scratches gently, starting at the nape of my neck and moving up.
I stop thinking about 10 billion things at once, solely focusing on the sensation of Hoseok's hands touching my hair, face and spine. The lovely tingly feeling that spreads all throughout my body, relaxing me to a point of bliss.
I don't remember when I fell asleep, but Hobi shakes my shoulder gently, pulling me out of sleep. "Yoongi," he coos, patting my back rhythmically. "Are you ready to go?" he asks, smiling comfortingly. It's always his smile that lifts my mood, whatever it may be. I nod and stretch and then slowly stand up, holding onto the younger to support my body, still sleepy from being loved so kindly. The tracings of his hands lingering.
We step into the cool air of the night, and I breathe deeply. I don't know what time it is and I honestly feel a little dazed and disoriented, but Hoseok guides me right to where I need to be, whispering quiet instructions and directions. I sit next to him in the car, my head falling on his shoulder when I begin to nod off, and he just lets me rest. Everything falls into place.