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Hoseok Has A Seizure

okay hi, imma throwing this in wild to get the ball rolling. please send me some ideas you'd love to read.

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An average practice day, in which things take a turn for the worse.

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Yoongi's POV -

Average morning. We were all up at 5:30 this morning for yet another day filled with practice, practice, and - shocking - more practice. With a new comeback coming up we've been working non stop solidly for a month. I think, between us all, we've had an amazing 3 hours sleep, as practice finished late into the night. It' still fuckin' night now in my eyes, but duty calls.

The whole team looks nasty. Jimin has more bags under his eyes than Taehyung does in his Gucci collection, and Namjoon has just broken 4 plates in a row. Actually, I don't think his eyes are open yet.

The whole motion of dancing non stop is really starting to weigh on us. As excited as we are to share this new album with ARMY, we just can't wait for it to be over with.

There's no time for food after cleaning up the smashed china so we all head for the practice room.

"Once again, you're all late!" the dance instructor barks when Seokjin opens the door. "How do you expect to be perfect when you can't put your backs into it? We're all just as tired as the next, just suck it up and get it over with."

There's no arguing with the dance instructor. He's either your best friend or your worst enemy. Looking over at Jimin, he's about ready to snap. Just like the rest of us. But with the instructor in this state of mind, we have enough sense to just keep our mouths shut. Just one more week left of this routine to go and then we can finally slow down. We've got this.

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Jimin's POV -

I think my back is about to fucking break.

The same verse in the song. Again. Again. Again. I don't know who the fuck it is who keeps getting it wrong as I daren't turn around, but they're about to get my foot up their ass, that's for sure. Now, I'm usually the most patient in this group, but I'm tired. And we've just spent the last four hours dancing to the same damn verse on repeat.

It's not long after our instructor throws down his towel in angry despair. Without a word, he storms out the room, more than likely to collect his emotions before telling us what we're doing wrong. I know damn well that it's not me, as, like usual, I'm putting all of my effort into this.

As soon as the door slams, Namjoon's voice erupts. "Hoseok. What in the hell is wrong with you!?"

Finally, I turn around to face the 6 boys, almost in disbelief that it's Hoseok that's been causing the last 4 hours of pain. Hoseok is the best dancer in this group; I'm almost jealous. If we were given the chance to do one contemporary dance then I know I would shine the brightest. ARMY recognises me as an excellent dancer, but sometimes - especially when I'm this type of mood - that's just not good enough.

Hoseok bares a grim smile. "Sorry. I just can't quite get that turn perfectly on beat. I could do it yesterday I'm sure I could. I just-"

"We don't want to hear it," Jungkook interrupts, which is completely out of character. Like always, Jungkook picked up the dance straight away, and has been completely nailing it since, much to Namjoon and Seokjin's annoyance, who have only just managed to fully complete the choreo last week.

Namjoon looks at Jungkook for a second before turning back to Hoseok. There's nothing but anger in his face. "Can't you just get it together? It's not like little Miss Perfect to get it wrong."