Your POV:
Thankfully the routine took my head away from the hug. I felt like I just found a piece of myself that was missing as I happily danced with the choreographer. I've learned 3 choreographies already, one of them was incomplete.
"If you have any ideas about that last one, please tell me. I'm having a dancer's block" He said.
"Sure" I smiled at him and he smiled back.
"When the guys arrive, could you start with the stretching and stuff?" As soon as he said that the boys arrived.
"Leave them to me" I said and smirked at them as they sat on the floor.
"Thanks, I'll go get some water" He excited the room and I turned to the nervous boys.
"Alright guys, on your feet. Dance practice starts now"
~Time skip~
Everyone was panting on the floor except Tae. The doctor said he could dance again, but he had to take it slow, so he stopped midway and sat on the back. The choreographer sat on the corner of the room and stared impressed at me while I lay on my back.
Two hours straight, that's the maximum I could push my body. No one was panting like I am. Actually, it seems like I will have an asthma attack. Definitely I'm not that much capable of physical activities anymore.
"(Y/N), are you okay?" Jimin asked me.
"Yeah" Was my whispered reply.
"You already did too much (Y/N). Go rest for now" The choreographer said and offered his hand for me to get up. I just looked at his hand, not having the energy to give him mine.
"I'll help you" Yoongi's voice came from behind me and he put his arms under my own just like he did in the bathroom the other day, but this time he pulled me up carefully.
I dragged my exhausted body to the back of the room and I let myself fall on the floor again beside Tae. Jungkook gave me a water bottle and I just nodded, drinking it slowly so I wouldn't feel sick.
"Taehyung, come back now" Said the choreographer.
"Okay" He said and got up from my side to join the others.
I started to watch their practice but I was so tired that I closed my eyes for a minute and they didn't open anymore. Next thing I know Yoongi is talking to me.
"(Y/N), wake up. We're leaving." He lightly shook my shoulder. I whined in response and closed my eyes again. He chuckled "You want me to carry you again, princess?" This definitely made me open my eyes.
"No need, thank you" I said and got up, but I was too fast and my vision got dark. When they cleared Yoongi had his hands on my waist and I'm leaning on him.
"Are you sure you don't want me to carry you?" His voice was a mixture of amusement and worry.
"I'm fine already" I said, a little cranky. But then I felt guilty because he was only trying to help, then again, he is always trying to help. Why is he the only one that's always around? "Thanks though." I started to walk to the door and I heard him behind me.
Author's Note:
My internet is not working that well but I'm fighting against it to give this chapter to you guys. There's one more!
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