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It had been a long night. It was the middle of summer and the hot, sticky dressing room was only too unforgiving to remind them of that. Tonight was the biggest performance of their career, not because of the number of people in the crowd, but because of where they were. Everyone was exhausted, and still, they managed to smile through the fatigue and gave a tired celebratory cheer with the little energy left within their bodies.
Yoongi almost impatiently collected his things and searched for his members within the room to coax them to get the hell out of the heat and finally head back to their hotel. For such a small room, it was surprisingly difficult to find his members among the sea of bodies. Fortunately, he spotted Namjoon sitting in the corner of the room talking on the phone. Yoongi wondered which friend of Namjoon’s would still be up at this time, given that it would be the middle of the night in South Korea. When the call was over, Yoongi called out to his leader.
“Namjoo-” he was cut off by his friend who was wearing the widest smile that Yoongi had only ever seen a few times.
“Hyung, come with me!” Namjoon excitedly urged the older to move forward. When he was met with slight resistance and a confused look, Namjoon grabbed Yoongi's arm and hurriedly dragged the other further down the backstage of the building.
“Where the hell are we going?!” and “Dammit, Kim Namjoon!” were all Yoongi could yell out, with a few shit’s here and there as his friend accidentally dragged him into several walls and other miscellaneous props all over the floor.
As they approached the lonely door at the end of the hall which spelled “Supply Room,” Namjoon released Yoongi’s arm. The two caught their breaths before Namjoon straightened himself, made sure that no one was behind them, and carefully opened the door leaving his agitated friend behind.
“Namjoon, what the actual fu-” Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat when he heard Namjoon call out a familiar name. Yoongi froze, finding it difficult to breath, his heartbeat racing even faster after his unexpected marathon. He stared at the cracked door and watched the light escape from the room towards the dark hall, the light stopping right before the yellow glow reached his feet.
His brain screamed at him to turn around and walk away, that he actually could care less what the person on the other side of the wall looked like. How many waking hours did he spend thinking about that person, and how many sleepless nights did that name keep him up were questions he dared not to answer. Almost all at once, his nerves began to fail him. He couldn't seem to move, and really, it was all too much.
Yoongi swallowed audibly when he heard laughter fill the room. He wanted to leave, he really did. And yet, there was a force stronger than his will that pulled him towards the owner of the new voice. He could feel the pulse pounding within his head, his mouth beginning to dry. He slowly made his way towards the door, his steps left trailing echoes behind him.
“I’m so glad you’re here, hyung. Seriously…” sighed Namjoon, as he buried his face on the other male’s broad shoulder, wrapping his arms around the other’s slender waist. The two rocked themselves side to side while the older patted Namjoon’s head.
“I’m home, Namjoonie,” hummed the older male, smile hovering his gentle, soothing voice.
Yoongi stood by the door and watched as his friend helplessly surrendered himself to the source of Yoongi’s confusing emotions.
So, that’s “Jinnie”.