Word Count: 3251
By Paljuresji and Matchataelatte
Secrets.
They come in all forms and sizes – like surprise boxes – and are meant to be personal. They often create or destroy the root of a person’s stability. They are meant to be hidden in the sea of the mind and they are not to be shared unless the keeper of keys and mysteries decides to do so, willingly.
That is how secrets were supposed to work. Private. Personal. Just like a little diary, they were; a silent whisper in a silver night that no one, no soul, was meant to hear.
However, when put into a stressful situation and mixed with a pinch of sleep deprivation, those rules became easy to bend…
“Don’t fall asleep! Open your eyes!” Jungkook kept repeating in his head as he lazily looked at the MC who was interviewing him and his group of friends. Those 6 men who were closer than family to him…
Jungkook couldn’t wait for the show to be over.
They had completed schedule for two whole days and hadn’t been able to rest for 24 hours straight. He needed to sleep but the MC kept going; asking about the album, the songs, the inspiration behind the verses…
“Please let it be over!” He pleaded in his mind. He really needed to go home and sleep for a while. His doe eyes were teary, water clouding his sight, and his head pounded as if a hammer had been hitting the walls around his mushy brain.
The fatigue was always one of the things that made everything worse, in Jungkook’s opinion. It was what made him question whether or not he was doing the right job, what made his muscles and body beg him to stop. But the thought of his loyal fans, the purple galaxy that existed only for his family and himself, always managed to motivate Jungkook to keep going. Keep fighting. Keep singing.
However, right now, the only thing he wanted was to pass out on the comfort of a bed. He wanted to drown in the fragrance of the sheets and let his body be absorbed by the fluffiness of pillows that resembled pairs of white clouds. It was what he deserved, part of him concluded. But, sadly, his wish could not be granted.
After having discussed professional matters with the whole band, the MC started to ask funnier and more personal questions. Out of politeness, Jungkook provided a smile to the camera. But, on the inside, he felt like dying; just wanting to doze off.
“Who takes the most time getting ready in the morning?” Jungkook heard from the man. He laughed a little when all fingers pointed at Jimin.
“If you could only eat Kimchi or beef for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?” he heard Yoongi answering next, who proudly confessed that he would ditch kimchi for a plate of meat any day. Steak was nice and lamb skewers were even better, the rapper argued.
Jungkook turned to look at his bandmate almost immediately; as soon as the answer had left the older’s mouth. The little smile that the rapper had given as he spoke was enough to give Jungkook a dose of extra energy. A little boost.
There was something about Yoongi that always made him want to act like this. Something about him made Jungkook smile all the time, gave him the strength he needed to survive his demanding days…
Jungkook adored Yoongi, was the truth. He admired him to no end and had always felt blessed to be in the same group with him.
Yoongi had always been his favorite hyung, the one who would always spoil him by buying him food and the one that could not bring himself to tell Jungkook off (because everybody knew that the older man had a soft spot for the youngest of them all). But… Jungkook faced a problem. This one being that he loved his hyung in a way that a dongsaeng shouldn’t love his elder.
