"Hyung, please! It's not that hard!"
"Says the best dancer in the group."
Hoseok freezes and thinks over my comment. "Well, true, but I'm telling you that you are way overthinking this choreography."
I turn away from him. "I am not!" I fall face forward onto my bed and roll onto my back. "My body cannot physically move like that!"
He sits at the foot of my bed as he slaps my knee. "You can't give up. You'll get it; I know you will."
"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm basically the least flexible member in the group."
He snickers to himself. "I mean, Yoongi-hyung is even less flexible than you are, and he can do the move."
I sit up and glare at him. "He's short enough. I'm the tallest."
"Jin-hyung is only a few centimeters shorter. Sure, he messes it up, but he can still do it."
"Hoseok!" I take a moment to breathe and lower and soften my tone. "Please, just leave me alone right now. I'll practice harder tomorrow, but right now I can't deal with it."
Pitifully, he smirks and pats my leg a few times. "I understand, Joon. You've been under a lot of stress lately, what with the title track for the new album and the comeback and everything. Take your time."
"Thanks, hyung."
"I'll go tell Jin-hyung." He gets to hit feet.
"Why?"
"Oh, he went looking for you when you stormed out of the car. I told him I would check your room first. Come out when you're ready, Namjoon." After flashing a smile, he steps out and closes the door behind him.
No more than thirty seconds later, someone knocks on my door. "Namjoon?"
"Go away, hyung."
Seokjin knocks again, this time harder. "Come on! Open up. Let's talk about it."
"Please not right now. Later, I promise." I shove my pillow over my face.
"I thought we agreed on talking about the negative things when they happen?"
I've had enough. In frustration, I throw the pillow at the door. It isn't loud or intimidating, but I think it gets the point across. "Jin, not now!"
The air goes quiet, and the guilt already settles in my gut. I just yelled at my hyung, who did absolutely nothing wrong. I sigh. "I'm sorry, hy-"
"Don't be," he interrupts. "I understand, Namjoon. Don't you dare start feeling guilty."
He might know me too well. "Too late. I'm sorry."
"I know." He smacks a hand on the door. "I'm going to start dinner. I'll let you know when it's ready, and you're eating, whether you like it or not." He doesn't speak again, and I figure he had walked away.
I spend sixteen minutes playing the new choreography in my head and the next thirteen wondering why I can't get it right. It's another eight minutes full of self-irritation before Jimin opens my door. "Hyung! Dinner's ready!"
"I'm coming, Jimin." He disappears from my line of sight as I regretfully leave my bed. Still thinking over my situation, I make my way to find the rest of my group. I see Jin in the kitchen with Taehyung and the other four messing around in the next room. I head into the kitchen.
"Hi, hyung!" Tae greets.
"Hi, Tae." At my voice, Jin stops stirring whatever food is in the pot and turns around. I smirk at him. "Hey."
He returns it. "Good to see you up and about. Set the table and it'll be ready by then."
I nod. "Sure thing, hyung."
Jimin offers to help, and I let him. By the time I set the last place down Jin us bringing out the pot of food. "Here you go." He stands back and smiles in accomplishment. Suddenly, he frowns. "Wait, where's my water bottle? Jungkook, if you took it again, I swear-"
He defends, "It wasn't me this time, Seokjin-hyung!"
Still skeptical, he sighs. "Maybe I left it in my room..."
"I can go get it." I already take a step away.
"Namjoon, you don't have to," he tells me.
I assure him with a smile. "It's no problem. I'll be right back." I joke with a wink, "Be sure to save some for me."
He scoffs a laugh. "Whatever. It should be next to my bed. Thanks again."
With a nod, I head toward his room. When I walk in, I don't see the bottle on his nightstand, and my eyes immediately move around the room until I spot the lid under his bed.
Sighing, I drop to my knees and reach under to grab the bottle, but my hand touches something else. I pull out a small box before the water bottle. I'm about to open it, but I refrain. This isn't your property; it's Jin's. I shouldn't even touch it. I should put it back.
I give in to temptation and slowly lift the lid.
It's completely filled with polaroids. The one on the very top is recent, a picture of me and Hoseok. I smile as I flip through them, each and every one of them truly showing our ridiculous and immature sides.
Then, I stumble upon one of Jin and me. It's a selfie taken by him, and I sit behind him with my mouth stuffed with food. He's laughing, and I can practically hear the picture. I move onto the next one.
My eyes go wide.
My jaw drops.
I lose all breath in my lungs.
The second my eyes land on the polaroid I immediately turn it over so that I can't look at it. It was only for a millisecond, but now the image is burned into my brain.
Jin took a nude photo with his Polaroid.
And I just saw all of him.
Before another thought enters my mind, I turn the picture back over to make sure I'm not dreaming.
"Namjoon?"
In pure panic, I shove the photo into my sweatshirt pocket and kick the box under the bed. I turn to see Jin standing in the doorway, looking at me strangely. "What took you so long?"
I will never see him the same way again. I gulp, the picture still crystal clear in my head. "I...uh...just found it."
"Just now?"
"Y-Yeah. It probably fell off and rolled under your bed," I tell him.
He seems to think over my words. "Oh. Okay. Well come on. Your food's getting cold." He smirks at me. "And yes, I saved some for you."
I have to put the photo back, but not while he's in here. "Okay."
"Come on," he urges impatiently.
Reluctantly, I get to my feet. I follow him back to the others, my hand pinching the edge of the polaroid in my pocket the entire time.
