Namjoon hid away in the first bathroom that he could find, hyperventilating and finally letting the tears that had tried to escape him free. He hoped that the noise from the stadium and the games currently going on meant that nobody would find him, let alone hear him.
Hiding his face in his hands, he tried desperately to calm down or to at least sticking one hand in his mouth to quiet the desperate noises.
It was a long time since he had a full-on meltdown like this. In all honesty, he thought he had grown out of it. His free hand sank in his hair to pull it as he sank to the ground in the stall, desperately trying to stop the noises, but his body was disagreeing with him.
He couldn't hold it in.
Namjoon hadn't realised how some part of him was still holding onto Fire, at least the idea of him. Add that betrayal together with Seokjin's betrayal... it was too much.
Part of him had always known that Seokjin could do better than him, he was just an editor, a popular one, but still just an editor. Seokjin on the other hand was a content creator, loved by millions of people from around the world.
How was he, Kim Namjoon, ever meant to compare with that?
He just did not, that was just how the world was.
He was so stupid, he thought it was the universe sending him a sign, turned out it was just Seokjin. He should have known, what the hell is the chance that a good geared nice person would just take pity on him, and from there on, just keep sticking around and helping him? Even flirting? That was not something that happened!
He was stupid for thinking so.
Stupid stupid Namjoon, thinking that he was worth his friends! Stupid Namjoon thinking that he of all people was worth a cute boy who could clearly do better than himself.
He hadn't even realised that the hand that was pulling at his hair had started hitting himself with it instead "stupid stupid Namjoon." the words mumbled as they could not be contained inside of him.
"Oh, Namjoon." the door to the stall he was in had opened without Namjoon even realising, seemingly in his distress he had forgotten how locks worked as Seokjin stood there with all their stuff, dropping them to the floor, before himself dropping to his knees in front of Namjoon "Hyung is sorry. Hyung is so sorry. I forgot how you don't deal well with surprises, I promise you, I swear on everything Joonie, whatever your mind is telling you is a lie. Hyung has not handled this well, and I am so sorry baby, I would never do something like that against you! He doesn't know, I promise you he doesn't know, I was the one who wanted just wanted to do a prank when I saw that you two were flirting, it just might be a prank that made you pout and skulk, not this far. I promise." Seokjin had pulled him into a hug, while it was not something you should do normally, Seokjin knew Namjoon, had known him most of his life, and he knew that Namjoon needed at that moment was human touch and somebody to calm him down, something to ground him.
He guided Namjoon's head to his shoulder to let him cry "breathe for Hyung, I will explain everything afterwards I promise. It's going to be okay; we are going to be okay; we always are. Namjoon and Seokjin. Always. If everything goes wrong, it is just the two of us, I promise, I wouldn't do that to you. Hyung just wanted to tease both of you, but lost focus."
Seokjin couldn't stop the words that were falling from his mouth at the speed of a damn waterfall, desperately trying to explain what had happened. He knew logically that he needed to be calm at that moment, Namjoon needed him, and it really didn't help if both of them panicked.
"I am so stupid..." Namjoon had finally stopped crying but still sniffled into Seokjin's broad shoulders. The older took it as a good sign that at least Namjoon had wrapped his long arms around Seokjin in a hug.

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The Bottom Namjoon Collection!
FanfictionA collection of many different Namjoon centric / Bottom Namjoon, stories that I have written over the years!