hope + yoonseok [rewrite]

EIGHT

"Hey! Hyung? Are you okay?"

Hoseok yelled from 6 ft behind me as we walked through the crowded halls. I coughed endlessly and my head was pounding. Hoseok caught up to me, catching me into his arms.

"Hyung, how did you get sick?!"

"Im fine Hoseok. I am. You need to practice your dance. Don't worry about me."

Hoseok shook his head.

"No, I'll take care of you."

"Seok, your competition is in two days. Please, just practice. Im begging you."

Hoseok took my hand and walked me towards the dance room, which wasnt too far from where we were at that moment.

He knocked on the door and his class glanced at us. I felt way too many eyes land on me, it was his hand in mine. I struggled to let go, his grip was too tight.

"Mr. Kim I'd like to skip practice today. My friend here is sick and no one is able to take care of him."

"Hoseok, competitions are soon. If you're planning to skip you better work your ass off. Im not gonna let you slide if you don't do well. It's not about winning its about presentation. If your sloppy routine turns to shit because you haven't been practicing, you won't be able to compete at all. Got that?"

Hoseok wasn't scared of how strict his coach acted. Honestly I'd also be furious too but not to the point that I would start looking down on them. I felt even more of a burden.

"Hoseok, just practice please. I'll wait until you finish if that makes you feel better. Just don't get in trouble because of me."

I sincerely advised.

"No, we're going home. Your parents aren't here so I'll take care of you."

His voice was muffled though that's probably just me. I started to feel heavier one step after another. I didn't know what to do. He was too stubborn.

"Are you tired?"

He whispered.

"Why are you whispering?"

"I didn't. Your ears are probably plugged."

I shrugged.

"My head is killing me. I feel like shit that's been stepped on. Icky and dead."

"That- uhm didn't make sense but okay?"

"It does, if you think about it."

"Hyung, are you on crack?"

"Speaking of crack, I'm craving crackers."

I started feeling hungry.

"Are you normal? Like at all?"

"No I'm sick at the moment."

Hoseok face palmed himself.

"Let's just get you home. Don't talk. You're losing your voice. Honestly you sound like gollum."

"Its that bad?"

"Yes, now stop talking. Let's play a game while we walk home. If you talk I get to punch you."

"No fai-"

He interrupted me with a punch on the shoulder.

"Ow whAT THE-"