6 months later
I squat underneath the stage, fanning Jin vigorously as he gets ready for his re-entry. “Do you need water?”
He nods soundlessly, eyes closed against the breeze of my fanning and I press the water bottle into his hand. He drinks gratefully, the cheers of fans drowning out my commands into the headset. I repeat them again once they quiet down, then cue Jin’s platform to rise, quickly taking his water bottle.
I grin, amused by his ability to pretend his exhaustion doesn’t exist the moment ARMY set their eyes on him. The screams power me to crawl out from the underbelly of the stage to meet Jimin as he rushes into the dressing room.
I assist in getting his clothes changed, shouting for the visuals to be displayed before Namjoon’s solo begins. A stylist pats at his sweating forehead trying to dry some of the perspiration before he ruins his style.
“My voice gave out on the last note,” he says, his expression one of pure disappointment. “Did you hear it?”
I pause to look Jimin in his eyes, ignoring the multitude of voices coming from my headset. “You sounded amazing. You powered through it, and gave ME chills. You made it sound like it was a part of your emotion,” I smile warmly, taking his hand into my own. “I’m proud of you.”
Although his shoulders still slump with the weight of his mistake, he clasps his hand around mine and sighs into it. “Thank you Noa noona,” his smile mirrors my own, pushing his half moon eyes into non-existence. “I hope ARMY is too.”
Several people of the stage crew tug me away to look at a supposedly broken mic stand, trying to talk over the general commotion of the room when something doesn’t quite sound right. Jimin follows me, instead of finishing his dress change, RM’s solo music doesn’t play, there is no mic on this side of the stage. I find myself being hoisted into Hoseok’s arms and on a platform that leads to the main stage. I begin to panic, attempting to step off the platform, but Hoseok tightens his grip around me with a smile wider than his cheeks can withstand.
When we arrive to the main level of the stage, the applause is deafening. The lights shine so brightly into my eyes that it takes a moment to adjust. Once they do, much to my dismay, I notice only me and Hoseok are on stage.
“What the hell is going on?” I whip my head to Hoseok, attempting to get out of his grasp.
“You’ll see noona,” he guides me by my shoulders, propelling me down to the cross section of the stage.
When we make it to the cross section, Taehyung and Jeongguk pop up from their own platforms just as Hoseok releases me. The crowd goes wild all over again.
“ARMY, we want to introduce you to our manager Lin Noa!” Tae’s voice booms, the noise vibrating in both of my ears.
“It is the one year anniversary of her being with us,” Jin continues, slinging an arm around me, with a bouquet of yellow roses in the other. “And we wanted to celebrate her!”
‘Aws’ erupt from all angles and I feel my eyes prinkling with hot tears, a smile of embarrassment and gratefulness taking up my features. Namjoon and Jimin come into view holding bouquets of their own. All three of them bow then overload my arms with the flowers, hugging me for good measure. I bite my lip to resist getting more emotional than I am when Jeongguk pulls me into his side grinning.
“Suga hyung,” Jeongguk sings into his mic. “has a special thank you. He had been struggling to write a solo song for 6 months!”
“And he just finished it last month with the help of Noa!” Namjoon quickly adds. “She was his inspiration and he wanted her to hear it in the first ever live performance!”
“Suga hyungggggg!” Hoseok cries dramatically and my jaw hits the floor when I spot him.
He’s coming down from a lift in the ceiling, something he insisted he could never do when we rented the venue. My neck cranes to follow him as he lands on the main stage, that same beat he showed me months ago vibrating the stadium. He steps out of the crate, waving to the crowd and putting up a finger heart. They go insane.
“Noa,” he says once the audience stops screaming as loud. “You have taught me so much about myself. About life. About you... I can only hope this song is accurate to what we have experienced over this past year.”
His red suit sparkles in every direction as he gets into position for his routine, his eyes somehow finding mine despite the distance, “Repeated seesaw seesaw game, I was tired of being tired of this. Repeated seesaw seesaw game. We were tired of being tired of each other.”
A knowing, bitter smile twists my lips as tears stream down my face. I watch in awe as he performs, the boys giddily joining in the dance routine when Yoongi breaks into the chorus and when it's over, I try to drown out everyone’s screams with my own.
Every word he speaks encapsulates us perfectly.
It was perfect.
I rush down the cross sections, roses falling out of my bouquet, my ear pieces falling out onto my shoulders. I stand before him, the crowd going ballistic, eyes trained on his own that still making my heart rate spike.
I whisper into the air between us, “Are you still on the seesaw?”
“Only if you’re joining me again,” his smile is intoxicating, convincing me that there’s something in him, in me, in us. Something that hasn’t been destroyed in the storm of our broken souls. Something that can withstand the war we bring out in one another.
“Seems like I never left ” the words slip out of my lips just before I feel myself being lifted into the air and spun around.
I giggle and stare down at Taehyung’s smiling face, then let spread out my arms, freely flying in the air.
For once I’m left floating in the air. And I don’t plan on coming back down.
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SEESAW | min yoongi | complete
Romance"Why do you push me away?" "I hate the fact that you can control me. As if I was a part of you. As if we were one. And yet," he pauses. "I can't control you. I don't phase you." ~ Credit to Le_Mochi for the amazing cover ♡
