College was tiring, not just physically, the long corridors not really effecting his body as he was a dancer and this was nothing in comparison, but mentally. Yoongi was sat next to him and had that look in his eyes. He cursed his gay brain for ever thinking anything of this so-clearly-heterosexual man in the first place, but it was so overwhelmingly impossible to stop thinking about those plump lips as his tounge spread saliva over them.
"Hoseok!" He was called back to reality when he realised that Jin was calling his name.
"Yes hyung?" He replied, averting his gaze to the older male.
"I'm still not sure on the choreography, that part at the chorus always confuses me. Could you please help me after class?"
Hoseok laughed in his head, Jin never got the choreography, he had such talent but dancing had never been one of them.
"Yeah of course, meet me after class." He replied and went back to the professor who was babbling some things about the Kpop industry and how they were always trying to promote their music in the US; as the US held the largest music industry known to man and they wanted to become know - so they could spread their culture and gain more tourists. Hoseok swore he was listening, he swore it to the gods, for what it was worth, he was already condemned to the depths of Tartarus.
Class ended and the teacher assigned the class an essay due in a week, it was on the strategies a kpop group could take to become popular in the US. Great more work he had to do. He sighed and joined Jin after class, setting off down the familiar corridors towards the practice room. They had been practicing the dance for No More Dream, their debut song, for what felt like an eternity and still Jin was weak at it. He only realised Yoongi was following them when the older let out a small gasp and grabbed Hoseok's arm. He looked weak and fragile, his eyes red and his lips dry.
Hoseok saw the signs and managed to catch Yoongi before he lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Shit, no practice today. He felt his heart drop. They needed to get Yoongi to a hospital, but they didn't have the money. He hated this, starving everyday just for a chance to become famous, but it was worse when one of the others snapped and passed out, from hunger or exhaustion, or both.
"Jin go get the others, I'll take Yoongi to the car." Jin nodded, not asking questions as he rushed back the way they came. In no time at all, he had carried Yoongi back to the car. It was more of a van really, with room enough to for 8 people. He sat Yoongi's limp body on one of the chairs and turned, waiting for the other 5 to arrive.
He spotted Jimin and Tae and ushered them over. A few minutes later, the other three of them piled in and Seokjin, the only one with a driving license, drove them back to the apartment. Hoseok felt physically sick at that moment, but when Tae asked him if he was okay, he replied with a smile on his face. He was not okay.
It didn't take long for them to reach the apartment and soon they had reached the single bedroom, they placed Yoongi on his bed and Hoseok immediately went to work, ordering Jin to find whatever food he could, ordering the others to get water, a cold tower and then telling them to go to the other room and stop crowding. They did just that.
It took 3 hours for Yoongi to regain conciousness and in those 3 hours, Hoseok could feel himself going crazy. He paced the room, he tried to loose himself in music, he did everything not to think about his best friend, laying there, half dead, but nothing worked.
It was only when he finally woke up that Hoseok could breath again. And the moment Yoongi's eyes met Hoseok's; his mouth curling into a sugar sweet smile, he knew he was in too deep.
But for once, he didn't care.
