BTS Sick-/Hurtfic

Panic attack - Hoseok

Requested by: _hanminxy
TW: panic attack

The practice room buzzed with the usual energy of a BTS rehearsal, but tonight, the tension was palpable. The members were pushing through yet another long session, preparing for their upcoming concert. Hoseok, known for his relentless dedication to perfecting their choreography, was especially intense today.

Hoseok pushed himself harder than ever. Sweat poured down his face, his legs trembled, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop.

"Hoseok, take a break," Jin called out, noticing the strain on Hoseok's face. "We've been going non-stop for hours."

Hoseok shook his head, his expression tight with determination. "We have to be perfect for this concert. It’s what the fans expect."

Jungkook, panting heavily, sat down on the floor. "We all want to be perfect, but you need to take care of yourself too. What’s the point if you can’t even stand on stage?"

Hoseok glared at him, frustration bubbling over. "You think this is just about me? We all need to give our best, every single one of us!" He turned his gaze to Taehyung, who was catching his breath in the corner.

Hoseok's voice cut through the room, sharp and frustrated. Taehyung, mid-spin, stumbled slightly and looked up, his eyes wide with surprise and hurt. "And that includes you, Taehyung. Stop slacking!"

"I'm not slacking, Hyung. I’m trying my best." Taehyung replied softly, his usual bright expression clouded with confusion. He had been giving his all, but Hoseok's constant corrections were wearing him down.

"You call that trying?" Hoseok shot back, his tone harsher than intended. "We have to be perfect. You can't just do the moves; you have to feel them. Focus!"

The room fell silent. Namjoon, standing at the side, exchanged a concerned glance with Jin. Jungkook shifted uncomfortably while Yoongi and Jimin paused, their faces tense. They all knew Hoseok was under immense pressure, but his words were cutting deeper than usual.

"Hoseok, calm down," Jin finally said, stepping forward. "We’re all tired. Let’s take a break."

Hoseok shook his head, his expression tight with determination. "No, we don’t have time for breaks. We need to get this right. The concert is in a few weeks, and we’re not ready."

Namjoon placed a hand on Hoseok's shoulder, trying to diffuse the situation. "Hyung, we’re all working hard. Let’s not push each other too far. We’ll get there, but we need to support each other, not tear each other down."

But Hoseok was not in a state to listen. The weight of their expectations, the fear of failure, and his own high standards were clouding his judgment. "You don’t understand," he muttered, pulling away from Namjoon. "We have to be perfect." So they continued.

When Taehyung missed a step for the third time, Hoseok couldn't contain his frustration.

"Taehyung, come on! How many times do we have to go through this? Get it right!" His voice echoed in the practice room, laced with irritation.

Taehyung flinched, "I'm sorry, Hobi. I'll do better." he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as the other members exchanged uneasy glances. Yoongi, never one to mince words, spoke up first. "Hey, Hoseok, ease up a bit," he said coolly. "We're all tired. Yelling won't make things better."

Hoseok's jaw clenched, his frustration boiling over. "I'm tired too, Yoongi! We have a concert in a few weeks, and we need to be perfect!" he shouted, don't even mind to say the honorific.