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Massive drops of salty, watery droplets, drip off his forehead; heavy panting fills the otherwise dead silent room, apart from the loud chugging coming from Hoseok, as he tries to drink as much water as tolerable. Taehyung looks up, his sweaty bangs stick to his forehead, causing some of the sweat to drip into his eyes.
This practice session, is proving to be a particularly hard session. An idol should find this obvious, as whenever they have a comeback or a concert to prepare for, practices are always more intense than usual. But not for Taehyung, he claims it always takes him by surprise, failing to ever be ready for an intense training session.
"Is that it for today?" Seokjin asks hopefully, as if reading Taehyung's mind.
"Yes, oh god, please let that be it for today. My legs feel like cooked noodles, I'm going to need a wheelchair for the rest of my life!" Taehyung complains, dramatically falling to the floor, like a discarded children's toy.
"Stop being so dramatic, Tae, we all know we've gotta do this again tomorrow, but yes that is it for today," Hoseok quickly informs, before going back to his intense chugging of water, acting like it is a competition, of who could drink the most amount of water, in the shortest amount time.
"Thank holy fuck!" Yoongi groans, collapsing onto the cold floor; at this moment, with all of their skin burning and sticky from sweat, laying on the cold floor feels like the best idea.
"Watch your fucking mouth," Seokjin scolds, stretching up, groaning at the satisfying crack, his back gives.
"You just swore!" Yoongi defends.
"I'm allowed to swear, you're not. You're only a child!"
"I'm only one year younger than you! Besides, mentally I'm like thirty years older than you."
"Hush, hush, now little fetus, we can't all be knowledgeable like me."
"Nuh uh, you wanna be old, then you take it all, old man. Want me to get your walking cane? Or do you need a wheelchair?"
"No, but Taehyung does, he was asking for it earlier."
Taehyung's head shoots up, from where he was packing his bag, getting ready to go back to the dorm, and just relax, without being unnecessarily attacked by his hyungs, "I literally didn't ask, to be ATTACKED like this."
"Everyone, shut up. Let's go, I wanna get into the dorms and sleep," Namjoon orders, his voice stern and assertive.
Seokjin nods, his posture suddenly straightening, obeying Namjoon's every command like a well trained puppy. As the elder picks up his bag and walks past Taehyung, the younger pulls him aside.
"Hyung, you should basically just put a sticky-note on your forehead, saying 'fuck me Namjoon,' you're acting like a puppy."
Taehyung isn't surprised, when Seokjin's bag comes flying into the back of his head.
