Half unconscious and automatically, he followed the boys to the main stage.

 

He felt dizzy, in a good manner.

 

Raising his arms and bowing at once, he tried to make sure he looked every single fan possible in the eye.

 

His breath was itchy, his brain started to put together what he wanted to say when it was his time to speak, but the feelings were too many and too strong to convey.

 

He barely registered Namjoon being handed over the award. A beautiful piece, he later perceived. He was too busy trying to bring himself back to focus.

 

He stood between Jin and Taehyung, his hands together in a grateful prayer, eyes scanning over the crown of thousands.

 

Although it was all hitting him with the strength of a truck, he was on cloud nine.

 

That's where he knew he belonged, that's what home felt like.

 

On stage, delivering himself with arms open, to all the people who came here for them.

 

On stage, doing what he'd always been born to do.

 

On stage, together with his brothers.

 

On stage, secretly admiring...

 

Him. 

 

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