Way Back Home

Reflection

If we bump into each other while passing, would it be fate?

After the award show was finished the boys climbed into their car, still a little awestruck at the award that sat beside them in a seat of its own. They sat quietly as an excited buzz hovered over them all.

This night was incredible.

They won Artist of the Year.

They'd spent years working hard, hardly sleeping, and pushing themselves past every limit and boundary. And all that work had led them to that one moment, those few minutes standing on the stage and holding that award in their hands. And it was worth it, every grueling, painstaking second of it.

"So..." Namjoon broke the silence in the car. "Should we celebrate?" The guys looked up at him kind of blankly. "Because I kind of already called and got us a table at a restaurant."

Jin snorted loudly at Namjoon's words, which set all the guys into fits of chaotic laughter. The full weight of the nights events hit them and suddenly everything seemed somehow lighter, better.

When their chuckles died down and they wiped the happy tears from their eyes, the boys nodded in agreement to their leader. They should celebrate.

The traffic was heavy in the city, especially with all the people leaving the award show, but soon enough their car pulled up to one of the fancier restaurants in the city and the boys headed inside. The interior of the restaurant was modern, with lots of red and silver everywhere. And the dark-wood grand piano in the middle of the room had Yoongi itching to get his fingers on it. It was a nice place.

Namjoon led them up to the hostess and gave her a smile. "Hello, we've got a table for seven, it's under Kim."

"Right—right! Uh, right this way." The girl's voice shook anxiously as she greeted them. Judging from her nervousness, she was a fan, but she didn't scream and cry at the sight of them, she respected their space and led them to their table. It was a nice thing for her to do.

"Here you are. Is this table okay?" She mumbled quietly, her eyes occasionally flittered nervously towards Hoseok before dropping again. Yoongi noticed how the menus in her hands shook a little.

"It's great, thank you," Hoseok sent the girl a smile, making her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

As the boys took their seats around the table, the hostess stood by nervously, her hands still shaking. With nervous fingers she pulled out a small notepad and pen.

"Can I—what um—what can I get you all to drink?" She stumbled cutely over her words, most likely because Hoseok was smiling widely up at her. Six sets of eyes moved back and forth between Hoseok and the waitress, waiting for one of them to either snap out of it or make a move.

Shaking his head in amusement, Namjoon turned to their waitress, "Martinis, please, gin."

"Of course, I'll get those right now." Her words came out shakily and she scuttled away quickly.

Hoseok stared after her while the guys shared a look.

"She forgot to leave the menus," Jimin chuckled quietly.

"Yeah she seemed kind of—"

"Cute." Hoseok cut off Jin's sentence before he could finish it.