five times jinjin was their pillar of support, and the one time he wasnt able to be.
Jinjin stirs awake at the ungodly hour of three in the morning, breaking through his slumber like a bubble popping in the sun. He blinks blearily at the wall, trying to figure out why he’s awake this late, and then tries to figure out why MJ is awake this late; he’s pretty sure those are his hyung’s feet dangling over the edge of the upper bunk.
So he’s understandably confused when MJ drops to the floor on his feet lightly and pads out of their shared room. He slips out quietly, barely making a noise for someone so loud, and shuts the door behind him with a soft click. Jinjin’s pushing himself up before he knows it.
He wanders out into the living room with his blanket around his shoulders. The lights are all off, and the bathroom is empty, and Jinjin is so confused because he can’t find MJ anywhere, where the heck is his dumb hyung–
He does a double take at the balcony doors and sees a tiny opening. Jinjin blinks and heads straight for it without thinking, and slides the door open.