The studio was a symphony of grunts and the rhythmic thud of sneakers against the polished floor.
Hoseok, his face obscured by a heavy mask that matched his sleek, black outfit, weaved and spun, his body a whirlwind of controlled movements.
But the rhythm of his breath was erratic, a harsh rasp that cut through the music.
"Hyung..." Jimin whispered, his brow furrowed with worry. "A ...Are you okay???"
Hoseok, his smile strained, shook his head. "Just a bit...tired!!"
His words were barely audible, muffled by the mask.
Every exhale was a struggle, and beads of sweat dripped from his brow, painting dark streaks across his skin.
Jungkook, his usually playful demeanor replaced with concern, shifted his weight, his eyes darting between Hoseok and Namjoon.
"Maybe you should take a break??!!" Yoongi suggested, his voice subdued.
Hoseok's smile faltered, his eyes flickering for a moment towards the members before returning to the mirror. "N..No hyung, I'm fine. Just...a few more minutes!!"
The silence that followed was thick with unspoken worry.
Namjoon, their leader, clenched his jaw, his gaze fixed on the door.
He knew how much this meant to Hoseok, how much he wanted to perfect this routine.
But he also knew how dangerous this was, how his own health was being jeopardized.
"H...Hobi, hyung!!!" Taehyung said, his voice laced with apprehension. "We can help you with the mask!!."
Hoseok's shoulders slumped, the forced smile vanishing completely. "No!!" he whispered, his voice trembling. "I need to do this myself."
The others exchanged glances, their faces etched with helplessness.
They couldn't risk making a scene, not now.
They couldn't expose their desperation, not when their careers hung in the balance.
But watching Hoseok push himself beyond his limits, his face pale, his breath catching in his throat, was torture.
"Just...take it easy, Seokie!!!" Jin offered, his voice soft, a gentle plea disguised as a casual remark.
"We'll be here when you’re finished!!"
Hoseok nodded, his eyes closed for a moment, as if gathering himself.
He took a deep, shaky breath and launched back into the routine, his movements now more frantic, desperate.
The others watched, their hearts sinking, knowing they were powerless to help.
They were trapped, caught between loyalty and fear, forced to remain silent while their friend risked everything for the sake of them.
The sweat slicked Hoseok's skin, his brow furrowed beneath the mask.
Every breath felt like an eternity, a struggle against the heavy metal that constricted his face.
His legs burned, his chest ached, but he pressed on, pushing himself further with each jerky movement.
Yoongi watched, his face etched with concern.
He wanted to yell, to tell Hoseok to stop, but the fear of reprimand held him back.
"Seok!!"he whispered, voice barely audible, "Maybe you should–"
Namjoon cut him off, shaking his head subtly. "Let him finish. He’s close!! He won't stop util he completes..."
Jimin’s eyes were wide with worry, mirroring Yoongi’s anxieties. "He's going to faint!!" He murmured, his voice laced with fear.
Jin, his face pale, fought back tears. He yearned to rush to Hoseok's side, to peel that suffocating mask off his face.
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Fanfiction"Today you are going to have a new band mate .... hope you guys gonna like him ... well his name is Jung hoseok ..." In which BTS had 6 members but suddenly they found a new member is going to join them soon .. named J...
