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Chapter 1

Break time isn't something that Hoseok considers a luxury. A 5 minute stop from work for water and a few pats of towel on his damp forehead isn't much of a help to rest his sore muscles, but that was before he was casted by Bighit.

Ever since he got that "you can start training by next week..." call from the company a week after his audition, Hoseok doesn't just consider break time a luxury but a rare diamond within his reach but he somehow can't grasp.

It was after 3 hours of dance practice and an extra half hour of warm up exercise when the instructor receives an urgent call for a meeting and dismissed the group of exhausted teenagers until he comes back. Hoseok plops down the hard floor with a loud groan, his wet tank top sticking on his back like a second skin.

Hoseok closes his eyes to block the blinding fluorescent light and reaches for his bag on his side and unzips it without moving an inch; his fingers finding his earbuds because even after a year of training he isn't really fond of the obnoxious sounds the younger trainees make while they're supposed to be resting. Because of his position, each step the running teens are making sends a vibration on the floor and results to loud thudding sounds in his ears.

He tries to twist his body to the direction of his bag, not wanting to get cramped muscles just for getting a pair of earbuds. But before he can even raise his back an inch from the floor, he heard a loud scream, an equally loud gasp and felt a large warm body drop on his chest- so hard that the wind was knocked out of his lungs.

"What the hell." Hoseok wheezes, the words turning to incoherent noises because of the heavy weight still resting on top of him. The entire room went silent -Hoseok isn't one of the really respected trainees which was rumoured to debut in a year, but he is one of the first trainees of their batch and with his dancing and rapping skill, he's pretty much considered a senior that you can't touch unless you're in his circle of friends.

The body on top of him moves with a grunt, strands of black hair tickling Hoseok's neck. He raises his arm, the one not being tackled by the hips of the lying boy, and pokes the other's head. "Hey, You alive?"

The boy grunts again, twisting his body to face up and rolling onto Hoseok's stomach. The boy's face is twisted in a painful expression and Hoseok laughs, because if anyone should be hurt it was supposed to be him. "You okay?" he tries again.

The boy squeaks out a soft "...Yeah" and Hoseok laughs again. And as weird as it is, it seems the boy has recognized his laugh because the boy's eyes widen in surprise and he stands up too quickly and bows at Hoseok, "i'm sorry hyung- i mean sunbae."

Hoseok smiles at him and raises both his arm, "It's fine, I'm okay. Help me up?" The boy nods eagerly and grabs Hoseok's hands. after stretching his arms and rubbing his chest, Hoseok reaches for the boy's head and ruffles his hair. "Call me hyung," he says and the boy's eyes widen again. "And next time, don't run around and crash landing on someone else's chest."

The boy laughs and Hoseok notes that the red flush on the boy's cheeks really compliments the stupidly adorable wide smile plastered on his small face.

The instructor came back a minute after the commotion inside the room started back again.