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"Dying wouldn't feel that bad right now."
Ahri sighs while throwing herself on the hard floor, her whole body dripping with sweat from practicing too much.
The whole group works out until their skin takes on a glossy shine and the salty drops invade their eyes.
As they keep moving the sweat is a welcome addition, cooling and helping them to feel like they've worked hard. It's only when their feet come to a stop and that the blowing wind shows them just how wet their clothing has become.
"Agreed." Jimin breathes heavily as he dries his sweaty forehead with a towel, which is wrapped around his neck.
"We need to practice a bit more," Hoseok mumbles while making his way to the girl's dead-looking body.
He takes hold on both of her hands, trying to pull her body up, but her stubborn self resists to lay on the cold floor.
"Get up, Ahri!" Hoseok orders in devastation, trying to pull her up with all his might.
Namjoon chuckles while looking at the funny scene. Sitting down against the wall, he gazes at his beloved members with a faint smile on his lips.
"No!" She argues childishly, unintentionally kicking him away with her feet.
Hoseok stops in his tracks, looking at his female member with a deadpanned face, his eyebrows slightly raising. "Did you just try to kick me?" He asks in a lower voice, pointing at himself.
Yona's eyes widen as the realization hits her, slowly but surely backing away from him.
She chuckles nervously while holding her hands up in surrender, trying to get on his good side with a smile. As she sits up, Hoseok slowly takes many steps towards her, keeping his eyes on her during the process.
"You remember when I told you that I love you the most?" Ahri flashes a nervous smile, desperately trying to save herself from the upcoming storm.
