Just - MAP OF THE SOUL 7

Intro: Persona

JIN'S POV

It was the last show of the tour, and as soon as the final song ended, we all collapsed onto the floor, completely drained. My body was heavy with exhaustion, drenched in sweat, yet my heart still raced with the high of the performance. There was something about being with ARMY, no matter how exhausted we were, that always gave us this extra jolt of energy. As we walked off stage, the cheers of the crowd echoed faintly, and through the cracks in the heavy curtains, I caught glimpses of fireworks exploding in bursts of color against the dark sky.

Finally, we were free to breathe. We crammed into the van, sticky and worn out, heading straight to the hotel.

By the time we got there, hunger had fully set in. The exhaustion melted away momentarily as we rushed to the hotel's restaurant, where dinner was waiting for us. It was meant to be a quiet celebration, just a final meal after weeks of non-stop work. The long table was filled with staff, and the conversations were light, flowing easily as everyone shared stories about the tour, laughing and talking over one another.

I could feel the weariness sinking into my bones as I slumped into my chair, barely holding myself upright. Then, out of nowhere, Taehyung and Jimin burst back into the room, practically glowing with excitement, as if they had just made some groundbreaking discovery.

"You guys won't believe this!" Tae almost yelled, his eyes wide and a huge grin stretching across his face. "There's a rooftop here—with a jacuzzi!"

Jimin nodded, still catching his breath. "It's massive, and it looks incredible at night. The view is insane. You have to see it."

The others chuckled, and a few of the staff chimed in, mentioning how famous the hotel was for its rooftop views. I smiled weakly, but honestly? I wasn't in the mood. My bed was calling me louder than any rooftop could.

They kept insisting, talking about how beautiful it was. "Hyung, you'll regret it if you don't see it!" Tae said, waving his hands for emphasis.

I just shook my head, waving off the invitation. "Thanks, but no thanks. The only ceiling I want to see is the one in my room."

Yoongi, sitting next to me, gave me a small nod, like we were silently agreeing to skip it. It felt like we always knew what the other was thinking, especially when it came to avoiding extra effort.

"Oh, come on, hyung! It'll be fun!" Jimin pouted, dramatically clinging to Yoongi's neck and smothering him with playful kisses on his cheek and forehead. Jimin was always like this, especially with Yoongi. It was no secret among us that he had a huge crush on him, but Yoongi was completely oblivious, as usual.

I turned to Yoongi, trying to keep my face serious. "You should go, though. Think about it—Jiminie... shirtless... wet... in the jacuzzi. This is your chance, Yoon."

Yoongi's eyes widened, and his expression went from neutral to completely flustered in a matter of seconds. "Well, f-fuck you" He stammered, trying and failing to look unaffected.

I smirked, leaning back in my chair. "Sure, sure. You totally don't want to see Jimin shirtless and soaked. Got it."

Yoongi gave me a half-hearted glare, cheeks slightly flushed. "Shut up, Jin-hyung."

"Fiiinee...'" I teased, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

He let out an exasperated sigh, though I could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Whatever. Just don't start."

We both chuckled, and I could tell Yoongi was trying to shake off his embarrassment. Still, I had to admit, teasing him was a highlight I didn't want to miss.