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Surprisingly it is Seokjin, who doesn't cry easily.
He doesn't cry when Namjoon finally confesses after staring a tad to intently at him during class. Neither does he cry when the police officer tells him about his deceased father, nor throughout the latter's funeral. He doesn't cry when he notices how his little brother Taehyung only wears long sleeved shirts, even when the thermometer reaches 30°C. Soekjin doesn't cry when Taehyung finally wears a genuine smile and a t-shirt, which shows his fading battle scars.
It's not Soekjin crying when Namjoon comes home with a beaten up puppy from the streets with a missing paw. He doesn't even cry while crawling out of the completely crashed car with a broken wrist, leg and a slight concussion.
Years later Seokjin is not crying when he finds Namjoon and some other random person sucking each others faces off and hears Namjoon tell the other what he's going to do to his new fuck buddy. He doesn't cry after Namjoon chases after him and kisses him in a passionate not erotic way. Neither does he cry during their time apart, when he finds out that Namjoon has been fucking people left and right. Namjoon's moans created in the room behind the closed door at a random party don't make Soekjin cry.
Only after he hears his own name being moaned behind the same closed door he freezes and watches somebody unknown to him leave the room. Only while he approaches the room and finds a sobbing mess called Kim Namjoon, does he feel the long forgotten sobs build up in him and he lets everything out as he rushes over to his sobbing mess and throws his arms around Namjoon.
Soekjin doesn't cry because Namjoon is but because just then it actually hits him how much he missed him and actually needed the other.