perfect idol. || j.hs.

iv

he almost forgot he came to this restaurant with his 6 parteners in crime, but lucky him, they found him passed out in the bathroom and were clever enough to get him out of there.

"he doesn't look that bad after a whole night of drinking, what the fuck did he do now?!" yoongi worriedly exclaimed, grabbing the steering wheel tighter. he was the one who got worried first, and noticed that he was gone for more than 20 minutes. yet jimin was the one who slithered under the stall, cried on hoseok's chest while he was unconscious and took him out. he even tried cpr, but hoseok reeked of vomit and jimin's stomach wasn't the strongest either.

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"care to exlain to us why the fuck you were passed out in a bathroom stall, smelling of intense vomit and didn't wake up until what, 10 hours later?!" the mint haired boy half yelled at hoseok as they were all watching his every move closely. hoseok just got done washing his teeth and face, and plopped himself on the couch, letting out a huge sigh.

"leave me alone. it's not that big of a deal. i'm fine." he spat as he looked down, but quickly looked back up as he heard muffled sobs.

'jimin please don't cry-"

"hyung, what happened?" the younger one cut him off as he whiped away his tears with his sweater paws, making hoseok instantly melt. jimin was hoseok's weakness.

"i just got sick from the food. and as you guys know, i'm pretty weak, so i guess i passed out." hoseok cupped his face into his palms, because he was so so tired, and skippig breakfast wasn't usual for him. "do we have practice today?" a part of him wished for the answer to be no, but a bigger part wished for the answer yes. burning more calories wouldn't hurt.

"we do, but you can rest if you want-"

"no. in no way shape or form am i resting. let's get to work." he cut off namjoon as he got up, on his way to his room to change in his practice clothes.

"fuck you, jung hoseok, work harder. you could've avoided this."