erase all sad memories. hold my hand and smile.
Authour: Jya
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 2223
Ship: Jimin×Hoseok
Summary:
After a brutal weekend in Macau, Jimin is completely and utterly exhausted both physically and emotionally. He's ready to crawl into his bed, fall apart and then fall asleep. Hoseok however, refuses to let him face his demons alone.
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“Get some sleep, guys. Have a good night.”
“Thanks,” Namjoon spoke on behalf of all of them.
The seven of them were wordless as they entered their building in near single file, Namjoon punching in the code, nodding to the security guard stationed next to their front door.
Jimin was grateful for the silence. He was utterly exhausted and he didn’t have the energy to speak. He couldn’t handle anymore questions, or interviews; even waving at fans had become difficult. His fans made him happier than anything, but he’d reached the point where the muscles in his face couldn’t even maintain a smile. When the windows of their black SUV had finally been drawn up, he’d sunk back into the seat, crossed his arms and fallen asleep. It had taken seconds.
Now he was in that state after a nap where you know you’re playing roulette dozing off. You might wake up feeling refreshed, you might wake up feeling lost and confused, and you might wake up feeling more tired than when you fell asleep. He had definitely landed on that last square tonight.
They approached their dorm room door and Jimin leaned heavily against the wall as he waited for Jin to punch in the second security code. He messed it up on his first try, and now Jimin was concerned that his legs weren’t going to hold him long enough to get inside. He was sure the others could see his limbs shaking.
Finally the panel beeped and Jin pushed the door open, Namjoon waiting outside for them all to file in. Jimin followed behind Yoongi, Taehyung behind him. At least he knew if he fell backwards Taehyung would be there to catch him.
He stumbled slightly, but caught himself on the wall.
“Hey, careful,” a voice came from behind him. It wasn’t Taehyung, but Namjoon. Big hands steadied him, one on his shoulder the other under his arm. “You ok?”
“Yeah,” Jimin muttered, hardly able to find his voice. “Just really tired.”
He managed to collect himself and he continued into the entryway, kicking off his shoes.
“Jimin gets first shower upstairs,” Namjoon announced as jackets and shoes were shed, kicked aside and tossed over banisters.
“What? No it’s fine. We can rock-paper-scissors for it,” he argued. But even those words took effort, and he knew he wasn’t hiding it well.
“Rock-paper-scissors for the rest of the order. Jimin, go ahead.” Yoongi’s words were firm as he locked eyes with Jimin.
Jimin quickly looked away, feeling guilty. Everyone else was exhausted too. It wasn’t fair to them.
“Go clean up, baby boy.” Hoseok’s hand found his shoulder, squeezing gently. “Call if you need anything.”
Jimin wanted to protest, but Hoseok offered a radiant smile which seemed to both brighten the room and void any objection Jimin was about to make. You simply couldn’t say no to that face. That smile. Finally he nodded and dragged himself up the first few steps, one at a time, leaning heavily on the railing.
