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It was a stressful day for everyone. They had to be at the airport at six in the morning for a twelve-hour flight, and everyone was exhausted, either getting a few hours of sleep or none at all. Some members decided to sleep on the plane, but some couldn’t do that without feeling sick. Seungmin was glad that he wasn’t one of those members, and he was able to sleep for nearly five hours before he woke up again. He wanted to sleep more, but he couldn’t. Jeongin was sleeping peacefully next to him, though, and Seungmin looked at him fondly.
Minho, Hyunjin, and Jisung were the unlucky members who refused to sleep on the plane. They had only slept for a few hours before they left for the airport and hoped they would make it until nighttime.
They got off of the plane right on time, and everyone’s hearts clenched when they saw the multitude of people inside of the airport. They rarely had that many people watching them when they entered a new country, and Seungmin was anxious. He was sure that the others were too.
They kept Jisung in the middle, though. He had his noise-canceling headphones on so he didn’t get overwhelmed, and everyone’s goal was to keep him safe. His anxiety always got worse whenever they flew and had to weave through the crowd to get to their car. It didn’t help that they were in a foreign country across the globe.
Seungmin was in the back with Jeongin, the youngest trying to keep their arms pressed together. The guards on either side of them were holding hands as they moved to create a barricade, but they were being pushed and shoved all the same. Their large bodies bumped into Seungmin every few seconds, and his breath hitched every time.
They were halfway through the airport when that barricade broke. Some of the fans were able to disconnect the guards’ hands to the right of Seungmin, and he felt someone grab his arm. He jerked away from them, but that didn’t stop them from raking their nails down his arm, intentionally or not. His hoodie sleeves were pushed up to his elbows from the heat surrounding them, but he wished he had left them down.
It stung. He wasn’t sure if it was bleeding or not, but it felt worse than when a cat had once scratched his leg and made it bleed. He gulped, his anxiety rising.
The staff moved faster, a couple of them rushing to where the barricade broke to keep people out. The staff behind them pushed them along, and the tears in Seungmin’s eyes slowly faded as the pain decreased. He faltered in his step and gasped when Jeongin gripped his uninjured arm to pull him forward.
He was just glad that his mask hid his painful grimace and the restless biting of his lips.
The fans were kept out, but they forced the staff back until they were right up to Seungmin, sending him closer to Jeongin, who was also being pushed inward. His breath caught in his throat at the claustrophobic feeling, and his lungs constricted tightly.
He pulled his sleeves down, not minding the heat anymore, and winced as they brushed against his scratches. He was sure that they were bleeding now, and it set him on edge. He clenched his sleeves in between his hands as he was jostled left and right, his breaths quickening until they were out of the airport.
The fresh, chilly air cooled him down, and he felt oxygen finally enter his lungs. There were less people, and it was much quieter, which helped calm Seungmin’s racing heart.
His breaths were still shaky as he entered the van, but they weren’t loud enough for anyone to notice. He was the second-to-last member to enter, and he had the choice of sitting in between Hyunjin and Minho or on one of the two empty seats on Chan’s right. He sat on the opposite side of Chan, leaving the middle seat open so he could hide his face and stare out the window.
He had hoped that Jeongin would choose the other row - one of them would only have two people - but of course the maknae sat directly next to him. His thigh brushed against Seungmin’s, but the older boy shifted away from the warmth. He felt weirdly overstimulated.
The atmosphere was tense. “Is everyone okay?” the manager asked. Everyone nodded, Seungmin included. Jisung was fine since he was in the middle, and Seungmin felt bad for being jealous. Jisung deserved that spot more than him.
He pulled his hood over his head and gripped his sleeves tighter, the tensing of his muscles causing pain to shoot up his arm. He couldn’t stop his restive fingers from picking at his nail beds.
Jeongin shared a look with Chan, and they both noticed Seungmin’s weird behavior. The two maknaes were supposed to share a hotel room, but Jeongin had a feeling that Chan would follow them if he didn’t think that Seungmin was okay.
It was a ten-minute car ride, and no one said a word. Jeongin wanted to hold Seungmin’s hand in his own, but after the older boy avoided his touch, he decided against it. When they got out of the van, Seungmin’s hood was covering most of his face. Something was definitely wrong.
Each of them obtained a key to their rooms, and the manager had an extra for each. Seungmin wasn’t paying a lot of attention, so Chan took Seungmin’s along with his own key. The manager looked concerned, but Chan assured him that he would handle it. Chan also took Seungmin’s luggage with him, and if the younger boy noticed, he didn’t say anything.
They went up the elevator to the second floor where all of their rooms were located, and Seungmin walked silently beside Jeongin. Everyone else had noticed that something was off now, and they were all quiet, making it even more awkward.
Seungmin stopped when Jeongin stopped, and Chan opened the door to their room. Jeongin waited for Seungmin to enter first, then he and Chan followed. Seungmin immediately went to the bathroom.
“Do you know what happened?” Chan asked Jeongin. The maknae shook his head.
“I think someone touched him in the airport, but I didn’t see anything else. The barricade broke right next to him,” he said worriedly. Chan nodded with concerned eyes. He left his suitcase near the door and put Seungmin’s at the end of one of the beds.
Chan sighed and sat on the bed, gesturing for Jeongin to sit next to him. “Let’s wait for a few minutes until he comes out himself. He could just be tired or—”
Chan was cut off by a choked sob coming from the bathroom.
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Seungmin noticed how Chan took his key and luggage rather than giving them to him, and he knew that he would have to talk to the leader. He had hoped that no one would notice, but he was foolish to think that.
He went into his hotel room as soon as he could and locked himself in the bathroom. He felt his hands shaking as he sat on the floor and threw his mask on the ground, his gasps making themselves known.
He hadn’t realized that he was barely breathing.
He felt tears burn his eyes and looked down at his arm. He was hesitant as he pulled up his sleeve, and he choked down a loud cry when it rubbed against his wound. The scratches were on the top of his forearm, and he couldn’t stop the sob that left his mouth at the sight of it.
There were three red scratches running down three quarters of his arm, and they were still bleeding. There were a few lines of blood running in between each scratch, and he only then realized how sharp that person’s fingernails were.
He sobbed once more before there was a knock on the door.
“Seungmin-ah, can you let me in, please?” It was Chan. Seungmin’s breath caught at his gentle yet urgent tone. “Let me help you, baby.”
He let out a small whine. He was overwhelmed by everything - the airport, the noise, the fans, the burning sensation on his arm, the way his lungs constricted and he could only cry out.
“Please, hyung.” Jeongin. He heard the maknae’s wavering voice, and his chest only hurt more. He reached his uninjured arm up blindly until he found the door handle, then he pressed down on the lock until it clicked.
The door opened immediately and Chan crouched down in front of him. “Shh, Seungmin, you’re okay.” He let out another choked sob in between gasps, and Chan held his face gently. “Take a deep breath for me.”
He tried, but he gave up after one inhale, crying louder. Chan looked at his arm and cursed.
“Jeongin, go get Minho,” he said, pulling his key out of his pocket. “It’s the room across from yours.” Jeongin nodded tearfully, and Chan gave him a small smile, but it was rendered useless when Seungmin sobbed again.
Jeongin rushed out of the hotel room, a tear falling down his cheek as he opened the other room’s door. Minho was sitting on one of the beds and looked up in alarm.
“Jeonginnie? What’s wrong?”
“Seungmin hyung’s hurt and Channie hyung needs your help,” he said quickly, his breath catching on a cry. Minho was up immediately and brushed a hand through the maknae's hair before they went back to Jeongin’s room.
“He’ll be okay, Jeongin-ah.”
Minho entered the bathroom and saw Chan kneeling next to Seungmin, holding the younger boy’s head to his chest and combing through his hair while Seungmin’s injured arm rested on his lap. The sobs and gasps coming from his mouth broke Minho’s heart.
“Jeongin-ah, go to Binnie’s room. I’ll call you when we sort this out, okay?” Jeongin nodded, and once Minho moved to sit on the floor, he left. He couldn’t stand the sight of his best friend crying so much. Seungmin very rarely got like that.
He took a deep breath and wiped his face as he left his room, leaving Chan’s key on one of the beds. He couldn’t be freaking out when he knocked on his hyungs’ door. He needed to be able to tell them what happened.
He knew which two rooms the other members were in, but he wasn’t sure who was in each one. He chose to knock on the one on the left and was relieved when the door opened almost immediately.
It was Felix at the door, but he saw the other three behind him. Felix’s eyes widened when he saw Jeongin, and he immediately pulled him into a hug.
“Innie? What’s wrong?”
“Minnie hyung… hyung is hurt and Channie hyung and Minho hyung told me to wait here,” he sniffled. The others gasped.
“What happened?” Jisung asked, walking up behind Felix.
“His arm was bleeding, and… and he was crying so much. I’ve never seen him like that before, hyung.” He hiccuped again, and Felix pulled back to wipe his tears.
“Shh, he’ll be okay, Jeonginnie,” Changbin soothed, walking up to his side. “Let’s sit on the bed, okay?”
Jeongin nodded and sniffled, and Felix led him further into the room. Hyunjin opened his arms from where he sat on the bed, and Jeongin dove into them.
The others were even more worried at Jeongin’s behavior; he wasn’t one to act so desperate for touch and affection. Hyunjin held him close and Jeongin’s tears stained his shoulder.
A few minutes later, Changbin asked, “Was it very bad?”
“I don’t know,” Jeongin said. “It looked like… like scratch marks. They were really red.” Jisung and Felix’s eyes watered at the thought of Seungmin being hurt like that. “But he was freaking out. I think he was really overwhelmed or anxious or something.”
Changbin rubbed Felix’s shoulder when the younger boy sniffled. He was the oldest in the room, so he took control of the situation. “Let’s wait until hyung calls us, okay?” The others nodded and settled on the bed, all touching Jeongin in some way.
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When Jeongin left, Minho kneeled in front of Seungmin.
“Can you hear me, Seungmin-ah?” Seungmin nodded into Chan’s chest. “Can I look at your arm?” He nodded again, still crying as his other hand clutched onto Chan’s shirt.
Minho held his hand gently while he lifted his arm. Some of the blood was drying and scabbing over, but the rest of it was still dark and fresh. It dripped down the sides of his arm, making his already-thin arm look half-covered in red.
“It’s not too bad, Seungmin-ah,” he said, mostly telling the truth. It looked painful. “I need to clean it, but I’ll wait until you calm down a little more, okay? Take deep breaths.”
Seungmin hiccuped, but his breathing began to slow. He looked up at Minho after ten more minutes, his breaths shaky but stable. He was still sobbing, albeit quieter. Minho gave him a smile.
“Can you stand, Min?” Seungmin nodded, and Chan held him carefully as he stood, wobbling slightly. The bathroom counter was wide and spacious, so Chan gripped under Seungmin’s arms and carefully lifted him onto it. His injured arm was right next to the sink, and Chan rubbed his thigh.
“I’m going to wash your arm with soap and water, okay?” Minho said, making eye contact with Seungmin. He watched as Seungmin let out more soft sobs, and he felt terrible about what he was about to do, but he knew it was necessary.
“It’ll be okay, Minnie.” Chan held his free hand tightly. “Squeeze my hand, okay?” Seungmin nodded, tears still falling. Chan could only look at him with pain and empathy.
Minho turned the faucet on and counted down from three before he gently pulled Seungmin’s arm into the stream, and Seungmin mewled painfully. His head dropped and he squeezed Chan’s hand impossibly tighter, not expecting it to hurt as much as it did. Chan shushed him and petted his hair.
Seungmin tried to yank his arm away, the unrelenting pain only increasing, but Minho held it firmly. The wound was still open in some areas, which made the sting even worse. Minho worked as quickly as he could, rubbing the hotel’s bar of soap in between his hands to make it sudsy so the solid bar didn’t have to put pressure on Seungmin’s arm.
He pulled Seungmin’s arm out of the water, and Seungmin gasped, unsure if that made it feel better or worse. Minho applied as little pressure as he could as he washed out the wound, and Chan brought Seungmin’s head to his shoulder, his cries slowly easing.
That was, until Minho moved his arm back under the faucet. Seungmin let out a long, loud whine before his sobs started up again, his attempts to tug his arm away fruitless. Chan just squeezed him tighter.
“Shh, Seungminnie, just breathe,” Minho said gently. “I’m sorry, but it needs to rinse for a few minutes for it to be clean. The pain will get better in a minute, I promise.” Seungmin just pushed his face further into Chan’s shoulder, embarrassed but mostly hurt and scared.
Minho was right, though. Only a minute later he felt the pain decreasing, and he felt like he could breathe for the first time since they exited the plane. He was sniffling as Minho turned off the faucet and gently dried off the skin around the injury, not quite touching it.
“There’s a first-aid kit in my carry-on,” Chan whispered. “It’s near the room door. There should be bandages in it.” Minho nodded and left the bathroom quickly.
Chan moved to stand directly in front of Seungmin and hugged him properly, Seungmin’s free arm clutching at the back of his shirt. “You did so well, Seungminnie. Are you feeling better?” Seungmin nodded and breathed out shakily.
Minho came back with the first-aid kit and set it on the counter. “I just need to bandage your arm, Min, then we’re all done. Okay?” Seungmin nodded again and flinched when he felt Minho grab his hand. “Hold it here,” he said, holding Seungmin’s hand in the air. Minho worked deftly as he unraveled some of the bandage and wrapped it snugly around Seungmin’s arm.
He patted Seungmin’s shoulder when he was done. “Seungmin-ah?” he murmured. Seungmin’s eyes appeared over Chan’s shoulder, and they were red and strained. “Let’s move to the bed, okay?”
Seungmin nodded, but he was drained both mentally and physically. He had been on edge for over an hour and was finally able to relax. So, when Chan’s arms left his waist, Seungmin’s arms went up to his neck and pulled him closer, using his elbow rather than his injured forearm.
“Seungmin?” Chan asked, confused. Seungmin wanted to tell Chan what he wanted, but he couldn’t get his mouth to work. Whether it was from exhaustion or anxiety, he didn’t know.
Chan was standing in between his legs, so Seungmin decided to wrap his legs around the older boy. Surely Chan would understand that.
Chan gasped in surprise, but he immediately complied. One of his arms scooped underneath Seungmin’s bottom, and the other secured his back as he lifted him off of the counter. Minho led the way to the nearest bed, and Chan sat down at the headboard, giving Seungmin the choice of leaving or staying in his embrace.
Seungmin didn’t have the energy to move.
“Can I call Jeongin?” Minho asked. “He’s worried about you.” Seungmin nodded, wanting the firm stability of his best friend. He felt bad for worrying the youngest, but he hoped his explanation could wait until the morning. They had a free day to explore the foreign area and take pictures, but he already knew that he was going to spend the day in the hotel room. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be the only one.
Minho called Jeongin. “Hey, Jeongin-ah. You can come back now… Yes, he’s okay…” He pulled the phone away from his mouth. “Can the others come, Seungminnie? They’re worried too.” Seungmin nodded. He didn’t really care who came, he just wanted someone to stay.
Minho sat silently beside Chan until the others arrived not even a minute later. They all entered hesitantly, and the concern in their eyes tripled when they saw Seungmin in Chan’s lap. The younger boy was definitely not one of the most tactile members, although everyone thought he was one of the best to cuddle with.
“He’s okay now,” Chan said quietly, rubbing Seungmin’s back. “He’s just tired.” Seungmin barely heard a word, though, as he drifted off into a much-needed slumber.
Jeongin moved to sit on the edge of the bed in front of Chan.
“What happened, hyung?” Felix asked, his eyes still wet.
“We’re not really sure. He had really bad scratches on his arm from someone’s nails and Minho cleaned it for him. He was having an anxiety attack the whole time, I think he was overwhelmed.”
Jisung’s heart went out to the younger boy. He knew what it was like to feel that way while they were at an airport, but he always had members surrounding him, and Seungmin didn’t. He wished they had paid more attention.
Hyunjin pulled on Jisung’s arm and brought him to the other bed. “I’m staying,” he said firmly.
“Me too,” Felix said, joining him. Chan sighed.
“That’s fine. We have to tell the manager, though.”
“I’ll call him,” Changbin said, voice straining with anger. Chan knew that Changbin was furious with management for letting this happen, but he also knew that they did as much as they could. They weren’t anticipating nearly as many people to be there, and Chan was just glad that no one else was hurt.
“Don’t get mad at him,” Minho warned. “It’s not his fault.” Changbin just nodded before he left the hotel room, taking a key with him.
Chan leaned his head back and sighed. He hated that Seungmin hadn’t told someone about his arm, but he couldn’t be upset at the boy - not after what had just happened. He would give him a good lecture about it, though. Seungmin knew that the others would be glad to help him with anything, and even if he wasn’t hurt badly, the amount of anxiety the younger boy had was horrible. Seungmin should have told someone that he felt bad or was hurt, then half of this whole situation could have been avoided.
“Hyung,” Minho murmured. “Go to sleep.” Chan nodded. They hadn't eaten much on the plane, but they usually didn’t eat on the night after a flight. They would wait and sleep through the jet lag, then have a large breakfast.
“Help me get under the covers.” Chan gathered Seungmin securely before he stood, his arms straining slightly at his deadweight. Seungmin’s legs fell from around his waist to hanging outside of his hips, which made it easier to lay down. Minho stood and pulled the blanket back before Chan sat down, then he held Seungmin’s injured arm gently so he didn’t jostle it too much.
He made sure that they were comfortable and that Seungmin was still pressed against Chan’s front as he put the blanket back over them. Seungmin’s arm was more visible now where it lay on the mattress, and the others winced at the expanse of the bandage.
“You guys too,” Minho addressed the room. “We’ll talk to him in the morning.” It was about eight o’clock, but they were all tired from jet lag and stress, even those who had slept on the plane. They couldn’t do anything for Seungmin while he was asleep anyway.
Changbin came back while everyone was getting ready to sleep. “He’ll talk to us tomorrow,” was all he said before moving to the second bed. He was a lot calmer than he had been before, and Chan assumed the manager had talked him down. He nodded in acknowledgement.
Hyunjin pulled Jisung with him as they lay down, but Felix moved to Chan’s side.
“How bad is it?” he asked worriedly, carding his hand through Seungmin’s hair.
“It’s not too deep. It is pretty long, though, and some of it was still bleeding. It should be closed by the time he wakes up, I think.”
“And mentally?”
Chan looked into Felix’s big, round eyes glistening with tears, and gave him a reassuring smile.
“Not as good. He was really tired after Minho cleaned his wound. He was so upset, though… It was a little scary.”
“That’s what Innie said.” Felix sighed and curled up facing Chan.
“Just try to sleep for now, Lix. We’ll talk it through in the morning. He’ll be okay.” Felix nodded and closed his eyes.
He didn’t sleep as much as he wanted to, his mind too occupied by the younger boy.
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Seungmin woke up to a headache, a puffy face, a dry mouth, and a sore arm. He groaned and turned his head, realizing that he was lying on a sturdy chest. Chan’s chest.
He breathed in shakily when he remembered the night before. Now that he was calmer, he was just embarrassed. He had overreacted completely; it was just a scratch, nothing to cry home about.
“Seungmin?” He looked up and saw Chan staring down at him, concern evident in his expression. He tried to push himself off of the older boy, but his arm gave out and he let out a small cry. Maybe it hurt more than he thought it did.
Chan put his hands on Seungmin’s rib cage and helped him sit up, then he sat up himself. “Do you want a pain reliever?”
Seungmin shook his head stubbornly, and Chan sighed. It’s not that bad, Seungmin told himself. He looked at his arm and the white bandage covering it, then he saw the small bits of red seeping through it. Shit.
“We’ll have to look at it again today, okay? It needs to be rebandaged and the manager wants to look at it.” Seungmin just nodded. He had expected that.
He looked around and saw all of the other members staring at him. He stumbled up to his feet, only for Minho to hold him from behind.
“Careful, Seungminnie. You need water. Just sit down for now.” He glared at Minho, trying to get his way, but he failed. Minho looked at him knowingly, and his words were not up for discussion.
He sighed and sat down next to Chan, then Minho uncapped a water bottle and gave it to him. He felt like he was being babied and didn’t like it.
“We need to talk about this, Seungmin,” Chan said, taking on his role as the leader and oldest. Seungmin stayed silent. “Why didn’t you tell someone you were hurt? You can’t lock yourself in the bathroom like that. What if you passed out? Then what would we do?”
Seungmin thought about it from the others’ perspective and realized what Chan was saying.
“It didn’t hurt that bad,” he mumbled weakly.
“That doesn’t change the fact that you were injured and having an anxiety attack, Min. You shouldn’t deal with that by yourself.”
“It wasn’t an anxiety attack,” he grumbled, fingers tracing the condensation on the water bottle. “I can take care of myself. I always have.”
“Hyung.” He looked up and saw Jeongin sitting on the end of his bed, worry and frustration in his gaze. “I’ve never seen you like that before. You were… You were near hysterics. It scared the shit out of me. I would much rather have you come to one of us and let us take care of you rather than for that to happen.”
Jeongin lifted a hand to wipe a tear off of his face, and Seungmin had never felt like such a shitty hyung. He knew that he had cried a lot the night before, but he hadn’t realized how much it affected Jeongin.
“Innie…”
“No. Don’t apologize. Just never do that again.” Everyone was surprised at the vindication in Jeongin's voice. Seungmin gulped. “You… You can’t expect us not to care. You can’t expect us to just sit here while you cry in the bathroom because you think you can handle it on your own. And you were injured on top of that. You’re smarter than that, hyung. Why did you do that?” Jeongin’s voice was wobbly and watery, and he looked like he was about to burst into tears. Seungmin was frozen.
When Seungmin didn’t say anything, Jeongin covered his face as he let out a loud sob, and Felix was immediately rubbing his back. Seungmin’s chest tightened, and he pushed out a breath.
“Seungmin,” Chan said, much more gentle than Jeongin. “He’s right. You’re smart, and I know you like being independent, but sometimes it’s okay. Humans aren’t supposed to be alone all of the time. You’re supposed to have people to lean on, and you have seven right here. If you’re upset, stressed, hurt, anything, you know you can come to us. We love you, Seungmin.”
Seungmin’s eyes burned again, and his headache only got worse. He got to his feet, water splashing out of the bottle as he threw himself at Jeongin. Felix immediately grabbed the water bottle before he got soaked, and Seungmin shoved his face into Jeongin’s neck.
“I’m sorry, Innie, I’m so sorry, hyung’s so sorry…”
“I know, hyung,” he whispered. He hugged Seungmin back tighter.
Everyone waited patiently until they were done crying before speaking again. Minho figured that the lecture was good enough for now; it was nine o’clock in the morning after a flight. “The manager will be here in a few minutes, Seungmin. He’ll look at your arm, okay?”
Seungmin nodded, pulling back to wipe his face. He wiped Jeongin’s too, trying to make amends. Jeongin gave him a small smile and he was able to return it.
“Hyung,” Seungmin said to no one in particular. “Can I have pain medicine?”
“Of course, Min.” Minho was closest to the bathroom where the first-aid kit was, and he knew there were a few pain relievers in there. He found their usual one and opened the small packaging, giving the two pills to Seungmin. Felix gave him his water back, and he swallowed it thickly.
The door opened not even a minute later, and the manager came in quietly.
“Hello, hyungnim,” Chan greeted.
“Hi.” His eyes fell on Seungmin. “Are you feeling better?”
Seungmin nodded. Chan moved his legs and gestured for the manager to sit down next to Seungmin, and Seungmin turned to him obediently.
“I’ll look at your injury first, okay? Then I need to know what happened.” Seungmin sighed and nodded again.
Seungmin looked down and again saw the light red color dotting some of the bandage. The manager found the edge of the wrap and unraveled it quickly, slowing down when he got to the final layer over his skin. Seungmin gasped when it was uncovered.
The lines were jagged and they were worse higher up on his arm. There were three lines of dried blood that were about a millimeter thick. The manager pulled the bandage off of each cut, the blood sticking to it and making Seungmin wince each time.
“Holy shit,” someone whispered. He had to agree.
“You cleaned this, Minho?” Minho nodded. “Okay. We need to run it under the water and let some of the dried blood come off of it, okay?” Seungmin nodded and stood with the manager, moving back to the bathroom sink. Everyone else waited in anticipation until they were done, but the wound didn’t look much better when they came out - only a little thinner.
They had one more bandage they could use, so the manager put it on his arm this time. Then he sighed. “Tell me what happened, Seungmin-ah.”
“Um… Someone got through the security guards and scratched me. It happened really fast, and I didn’t realize how bad it was until we were in the hotel room.” He didn’t say any more and heard Jeongin sigh behind him.
“Okay. We weren’t expecting that many people to show up, but I know that’s not an excuse. We won’t let this happen again. We’ll have more staff around you all next time and we’ll anticipate a larger crowd, I promise.”
“Thank you, hyungnim,” Chan said. They spoke for another minute before the manager left, letting the members have their day off.
Jeongin put his arm around Seungmin’s shoulders. “I love you, hyung. Sorry for snapping at you.”
“It’s okay, Innie, I understand. I’m sorry for what I did.” Jeongin squeezed him, and Seungmin rested his head on the maknae’s shoulder. "I love you too.”