You and I (If We're Together We Can smile)
Authour: lemonaid
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 1528
Ship: Jimin×Namjoon
Summary:
When the leader of the top hallyu group BTS has a very special announcement to make at their press conference.
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The reporters are seen to fill the seats in the conference hall. There are more than 20 of them, all equipped with pens and papers, some even have laptops with them.
All seven of them stand gathering around Namjoon. The leader is giving a prompt pep talk just to ease the tense atmosphere that has been around them for days. The BBMAs was sure a momentous occasion. Two days has passed yet it still feels as though it just happened minutes ago. It has been a couple of sleepless nights for them. Even so, they are much wakeful from them adrenaline, not to mention the stress and anxiety.
"You guys know what to say, right? One person at a time. We got this."
"We're more than alright Joon-ah. It's you that we're worried about," Hoseok replies.
"Yeah. Are you positive about this?" Seokjin nudges his arm.
"It's a little late to ask that don't you think?"
"Joon-ah," Yoongi starts. "This is a big step you're taking, for us too. Bangtan is everything to all of us, but so is your happiness. Whatever the outcome is after this, we got your back."
"Thanks, hyung. That means a lot to me you don't even know."
"Hey what brothers are for?" Hoseok squeezes his shoulders, earning a fond grin from the rest of them.
"Jimin-ah, you okay? Look alive please," they laugh at Taehyung's witty remark. The mood feels milder at last.
"Jimin hyung hasn't spoken since last night. I think the soul has left his body," Jimin shoves Jungkook away and Taehyung holds him back from kicking the maknae further, while the hyungs tell them not to fool around in the background.
Out of them all, he seems the most nervous about the whole thing. Jimin is naturally one to think deeply of things. But today, he's exceptionally edgy. Actually, that's an understatement. He really feels like dying.
"I'm okay, I guess. Just nervous that's all."
"2 minutes guys!" their manager alarms. A couple of staffs come to check on them, making sure their makeups are not smudged and their hairs are in place.
They do the usual group cheer before lining up at the entrance. The moderator is now doing the opening for the conference.
Jimin peeks into the hall and he becomes more nervous than ever upon seeing the number of press present. He bites his lips and clasps his sweaty palms together, his feet carelessly tapping the uneasiness away.
"Hey," Namjoon mutters at the back of his head. Jimin can feel his breath like an inch away. "You'll be fine. We'll be okay. I promise you."
Namjoon's words sound heavy in Jimin's ears, but his chest feels light, and his voice is indeed the only thing he needs to find comfort. Jimin remains silent and reaches to hold on Namjoon's hands, and he understands. He nuzzles against Jimin’s hair and hums, while his palms are resting on his waist. Hoseok, who’s standing right behind the two, notices one of their managers is staring, and she gives him the look. He shrugs back at her, telling her to just “let them be” through inaudible mumbles.
