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Day 07

"Oh my fucking God," Yoongi moaned exhausted and dropped himself on the floor, arms and legs stretched out from him, while the sweat ran down his body. His black T-shirt was sweaty, and his white shorts stuck to his wet skin.

"Hobi-Hyung, I think your future husband needs an oxygen tent," he heard Jimin's voice and a subsequent giggle of the Maknaes. If Yoongi had not been so exhausted, he would probably have raised his middle finger and came up with a good counter, but in his condition it was not even conceivable for him to keep his eyes open.

Hoseok chuckled softly as he approached Yoongi, his heart aching with both concern and admiration. Seeing Yoongi like this, utterly spent and vulnerable, always stirred a mix of emotions within him—pride for Yoongi's dedication and talent, and a fierce protectiveness that made him want to shield Yoongi from any further harm.

"Hey, Yoongi-Hyung," Hoseok said gently, crouching down beside him. He brushed a strand of sweaty hair away from Yoongi's forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady rise and fall of his chest. "You did amazing today, Hyung. I'm so proud of you."

Yoongi cracked open one eye, his gaze weary but grateful. "Don't say that, Hobi," he murmured, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. "I know I was a mess today."

Hoseok shook his head, his fingers tracing lightly along Yoongi's arm. "You weren't a mess. It was tough for everyone. The choreographer was just in a mood," he reassured him and placed a short kiss on his lips. He did not expect Yoongi to raise his arms and pull him down. With a surprised yell, Hoseok landed on top of Yoongi, supporting himself with his elbows next to Yoongi's head.

Yoongi's eyes flew open in surprise as Hoseok's weight pressed down on him, their lips just inches apart. He blinked up at Hoseok, momentarily stunned, before a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.

"If you two are gonna fuck in here, at least let us know so we can put up some curtains," Taehyung's voice called out from across the room, followed by chuckles from the other members.

Yoongi chuckled weakly, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he gazed up at Hoseok with a playful smirk. "Well, Hobi, they've given us permission. Should we give them a show?" he teased, his hands sliding up Hoseok's sides teasingly.

Hoseok let out a surprised laugh, his face flushing slightly as he glanced at the other members. "Maybe we should save it for later, Hyung," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. He leaned down, brushing his lips against Yoongi's in a quick, affectionate kiss before pushing himself up off of Yoongi.

Yoongi sat up slowly, his muscles protesting the movement as he grinned up at Hoseok. "You're no fun," he teased, pushing himself to his feet with Hoseok's help.

"I'll have to shower for at least an hour for the whole sweat to come off," Jungkook laughed and picked himself up from the floor. "You still sweated the least of all of us!" Taehyung complained, rolling his eyes.

As they drove back to their dorm, Yoongi couldn't shake the disappointment gnawing at him. He stared out the window, his mind replaying the choreographer's harsh criticisms from practice. He had hoped to nail the choreographies, to impress not just himself but everyone else too. But today, he felt like he had fallen short.

Hoseok glanced over at Yoongi from the seat next to him, noticing the slight downturn of his lips and the distant look in his eyes. He knew Yoongi well enough to recognize when something was bothering him, even if he tried to hide it behind a facade of casual indifference. "You okay, Hyung?" Hoseok asked softly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence in the car. Yoongi blinked, turning his gaze to Hoseok briefly before looking back out the window. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied automatically, his tone lacking its usual conviction. Hoseok frowned slightly but didn't press further, sensing Yoongi's reluctance to talk about it.