Scenario ~ you get into a bad argument.
Words ~ 2697
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~ hoseok ~
I sweat as I continue to follow Hoseok's choreography that he has been teaching me for the past week, it started off as something fun, something that we can do to spend time together but lately he has become more stressed with their comeback so he spends most of our time together practising his solo and filming himself dancing.
"Can we stop for a minute?" I ask out of breath, I hold my knees trying to inhale steadily. I'm not the most active person out there but I felt like the only way that I could see him was while he was practising.
At first he was ecstatic about me joining him for his practises and even offered to teach me some of their choreography but now I feel like a burden as I can barely follow the steps and I can tell that Hoseok is starting to slightly irritated, as would I if I spent a lot of time teaching someone a dance only for them to forget it a second later.
"Yes" He says bluntly and lets out a sigh, I dump myself on the floor and put my head between my thighs starting to feel dizzy. I was expecting Hoseok to come and join me but he doesn't, I look up to see him still dancing with sweat running down his forehead and I could see his arms and legs shaking due to exhaustion.
"Hoseok, you should rest, you will damage your muscles if you're not careful" I say worried about his wellbeing, I don't want him to feel more stressed.
"You don't have a deadline to learn the dance, I do" He says while he continues to move his body to their new song. I sigh frustrated at his stubbornness, I stretch my legs out, place my hands behind me and lean back. Even I could see that he is pushing his body too hard, it looks like his legs could give way at any minute.
"You may have a deadline to finish the dance but it's no use when you can't move because of a pulled muscle" I reply looking up at his reaction, he stops dancing and faces me seeming irritated by my choice of words.
"If you aren't going to support me then go home, I don't want you here anyway" He rushes refusing to look at me while he says it. I stay silent for a few seconds to rethink his words, I furrow my eyebrows and look at the ground feeling slightly betrayed, I glance back at him, he is still looking into the mirror with his arms folded across his chest.
"I'm sorry for caring about your wellbeing, go ahead and damage your body but I will only say 'I told you so' when you come back hurt" I reply snarkily, I get up suddenly and sway slightly, my muscles and mind still exhausted from the dance. I steady myself, after a few moments of clearing my vision and continue to stride out of the door, my legs still wobbly and weak.
I let the door close behind me and I rest my head against the wall just wanting to be in my bed already. I force myself off of the wall and slowly stumble out of the building and onto the streets towards our apartment.
~ hoseok pov ~
I hear the door click shut and I look down at my feet feeling frustrated and angry, and what do I do to relieve these emotions? Dance.
I connect my iPhone to the speakers in the room and electronic music starts to sound, I stand in the centre of the room and move to the rhythm, trying out new stunts and flips that I want to include into my solo for the new album. The members and I have been working for a long time on these dances and I have had to go over the choreography, for what seems like, a million times to Namjoon and Jin who struggle with the tight counts and sharp movements, not that I blame them. The choreography has gotten progressively harder throughout the years and even I miss counts and mess up multiple times on different occasions.
