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"Hyung, lets try that again," says Hoseok. Although he's being kind - patient, even - there's the beginnings of frustration climbing into his voice. Seokjin huffs.
"I want to take a break," he says, and he's tired, they're all tired, but it doesn't make persuading Hoseok any easier. He's pouting. Yoongi's sitting crosslegged by the mirror, sipping at a water bottle. The condensation gets on his hands, leaves wet patches on his t-shirt. Hoseok's eyebrow twitches.
"Once more, hyung," he says, in that no-nonsense voice of his, and it's low, and determined, and everyone in the room stops what they're doing to listen. Yoongi feels himself shiver, blames it on the cool plastic of the water bottle. He has a sudden burst of inspiration.
"Come on," he says, placing the bottle by the mirror and standing up, a little awkwardly. "We'll all run through it with you, one last time, yeah?" Hoseok throws him a look of relief, a look of thanks, and Seokjin seems to crumble, shrugging his shoulders.
"Alright," he says. "All together. You too, Taehyungie!"
The other members drag themselves into position from their various perches around the room, the music starts, and-
"Bam, bam, BAM, yes, good, hyung! That's right, and turn, and bam, and left-right-left-UP! Brilliant!"
They move in sync. Hoseok's voice is shrill above the bass-heavy music, shouting encouragements, the stress tension in his shoulders melting away as he watches Seokjin's movements with a trained eye, like a hawk. Yoongi watches the smile he loves so very much start to stretch across that beautiful face, and nearly misses a step, catching himself at the last opportunity.
They finish the dance, wipe sweat from their brows, and Yoongi smiles as Hoseok slaps Seokjin on the back, grinning. "Well done, hyung," he says. "You nailed it."
Seokjin rolls his eyes, but he's looking happier, thankful, even. "Thanks, Hoseokie," he says, and Yoongi feels a pang in his chest.
Hoseok bends to pick up his water bottle and towel, but Yoongi's already there, holding them out, silently, like an urgent child. Hoseok's face dissolves into utter fondness. "Ah, thank you, hyung," he says, and Yoongi waves a hand, faux-callously.
"S'nothin'," he says, and watches the others leave the room in a flurry of noise and footsteps and laughter. Then the door closes, and they're alone.
"You, uh- you wanna go get something to eat?" he manages, quickly, before Hoseok can follow them. They rarely get time to themselves anymore. It's starting to hurt. "Just, uh, Namjoon's going to the studio, Taehyung is out with Minho-hyung, and Seokjin-hyung, Jiminie, and Jeonggukie are headed out for noraebang."
Hoseok stares at him. "I'll pay," Yoongi adds, hastily.
There's something coy and flirtatious about Hoseok's face, and it makes Yoongi want to either curl up into a ball on the floor or beg Hoseok to cuddle him 'til he can't remember what it's like to be on his own anymore.
Hoseok slings his gym bag over one shoulder, and kisses his teeth, before replying, easily, like he knows more than he lets on. "Alright," he says. "Same place as usual?"
Yoongi coughs, clears his throat, and yet his voice is still gruff, affected. "Y-yeah," he says. "Same place as usual. Shower first?"
Hoseok smiles. "Shower first. Then food, then drinks, and then-" He smiles, and Yoongi feels his heart flutter faster than ever before. "Then," Hoseok says, "It's up to you."
He leaves the room in a swish of gleaming skin and toothy smiles and promises of the night to come, and Yoongi feels like his whole world leaves with him.
So, naturally, he follows.