3 A.M. on Ao3
Waiting can become exasperating. A punishment. Even more so for those who long to see someone in particular.
For them, it was a test of great significance. Every day, every minute was worth counting.
It is true they had breaks in between, but they never felt like enough to do everything their hearts asked of them.
The heavy boots and dull-colored uniform taught them a relentless discipline. They never underestimated any task, though they hadn’t expected it to feel like a slap of reality. They know now that that time of “free” youth had to come to an end—the one they called their own. It tasted of will. From choreographies to daily drills; from sheet music and scribbled notebooks to records and jammed printers. They learned so many things, good and bad. Now they know.
They had returned.
Back to the routine where that youth had been turned into music, dance, and the screams of fans. They were ready to release everything they had kept inside these past two years into songs that would make anyone shout in euphoria.
But first, they had something of utmost importance to take care of.
At least Jimin and Yoongi did.
Waiting can become exasperating—they know that better than anyone.
“Two years will pass in the blink of an eye. You know that, right?”
“I know.”
The younger had answered. That statement would serve as a coat for the cold days that would soon come, giving them both the strength and patience they needed—especially him. He wanted to hear it from his own lips; Jimin thought that if it came from him, then it was absolute truth.
That truth arrived two years, fourteen days, and thirteen hours later.
Now, the younger stood behind the door to the apartment, feeling the cold air of the hallway slip shamelessly into the place he had missed during his sleepless nights. He keyed in the code without really looking; it had become mechanical.
Jimin didn’t hesitate to enter. After all, he had never been a visitor.
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