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Coming to practice had been a terrible idea.
Yoongi was vaguely aware of the tension. He’d been trying to stay present all day but knew he’d been out of it. Usually, on a good week, that might have caused concern in the others but this week, they were all overworked and exhausted, stressed beyond belief.
There had been more arguments in the last week than there had been when they’d first gotten together, when they hardly knew each other. He wasn’t sure what had sparked this particular fight. He’d had only a moment of relief that they’d stopped dancing, that he could stay still for at least a few minutes, when the arguing had started.
His heart was pounding in his ears and their voices were muffled as he stood on the outskirts of the group, squinting at the light in the dance studio. His head pounded and he wavered slightly, dizzy.
Shit. Pressing the heels of his hands against his temples, his stepped closer to them. He’d been a bit in denial about it, but he was sick, and it wasn’t getting better the way it was now. The buzzing in his ears grew and he drew in a sharp breath.
His head hurt and his limbs felt heavy and he reached for the first person-Hobi?-unaware of the argument reaching its fever pitch. He had no idea who did it, or even if it was an actual punch or an elbow flailing but it caught him anyway, slamming hard into his left eye.
He dropped hard on his butt, automatically curling a bit in on himself with a cry at the new, sharp pain, completely unaware of the silence that followed.
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It was dumb. The fight was dumb and Hoseok knew it even as he participated in it. He was exhausted, stressed, his nerves stretched to the point of snapping. They all were. So, when the argument reached a boiling point, when the anger did, when someone grabbed his arm, it was more of a reflex than anything else.
His elbow when he’s spun caught something, and his anger stalled, puttering out at the cry of pain that followed, at the sight of Yoongi on the floor behind him. It silenced everyone and they all sort of froze while Yoongi curled in on himself, sitting on the floor with his face in his hands.
While Hoseok stood, a little dumbfounded, it was Seokjin who dropped to his knees in front of Yoongi. He reached out to grip Yoongi’s wrists and the guilt twisted in Hobi’s chest when Yoongi flinched before allowing Jin to pull his hands from his face.
Namjoon knelt on Yoongi’s left side and swept his sweaty hair off his forehead to get a better look, a surprised noise making it past his lips. “Shit. Hyung, you’re burning up. Why didn’t you say anything?”
Yoongi didn’t answer verbally, although he did tilt sideways, into Namjoon’s chest, eyes closing. Hobi couldn’t focus on much past the fact that his eye was swelling already. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook had all gathered pretty close as well, the anger and frustration drained out of them in favor of concern.
The guilt expanded when Hobi thought about it. Yoongi had never been the most verbal about what he was feeling; he tended to downplay things a little too much. Generally, he thought they had all gotten good enough at reading him to tell before things got bad, but this past week they hadn’t.
“We’re going home,” Namjoon said firmly, glancing up at all of them before hauling Yoongi up to stand with him. Yoongi wavered on his feet and Namjoon only hesitated briefly before sweeping Yoongi up into his arms. It was a testament to just how bad things were that Yoongi didn’t protest the action.
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He was vaguely aware of the talk going on over his head but didn’t pay much attention to it. He’d caught Namjoon saying something about trying to get them a few days off and that was fine because all he really wanted to do at the moment was sleep.
Yoongi cracked his eyes open and groaned at the light and curled further into Namjoon, ignoring the others and the fact that they were all crowded into his and Seokjin’s room. He was very grateful when Namjoon and Jin made them all leave and the light was turned off. He was out almost as soon as he was able to lie down.
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When he woke up, it was almost three in the morning, nearly twelve hours after they’d left the studio that afternoon and his headache had let up some. Yoongi uncurled himself slowly on his bed and swung his legs over the side, taking a moment for a wave of dizziness to pass before he got to his feet. His throat burned and he glanced over towards Jin’s sleeping form before moving slowly out of the room to get some water.
He still felt like shit, but wasn’t as out of it as he had been earlier. Not surprising. This was the longest he’d slept straight through in what felt like years. He stumbled into the kitchen, and was halfway across the room before he noticed the other person at the kitchen island.
He blinked several times. Hobi looked to be asleep, sitting with his head resting on his folded arms. Yoongi stepped closer to him, and frowned. His eyes were swollen like he’d been crying and Yoongi’s fingers automatically went to his own, to the bruising that was still there were Hobi had elbowed him.
He moved towards the cabinets to get a glass as he wondered what he should do about it. That sleeping position definitely wasn’t comfortable. Yoongi had fallen asleep at his desk enough times to know. He really needed to go back to bed as well. His legs still felt a little bit like jelly.
When Hobi’s brow wrinkled and he let out a faint noise in his sleep, he went over, reaching out to put a hand on the younger boys shoulder. He didn’t have to shake, though. Hobi jerked as soon as he tightened his grip, eyes snapping open. He blinked several times, rubbing a hand over his face and Yoongi wondered if he had been having a nightmare.
Hobi stared at him a moment. “Hyung, what are you doing up?” He stood suddenly, reaching for him. “Aren’t you still sick?” Yoongi swatted his hands away when he began fussing, trying to take his temperature.
“What are you doing out here? You shouldn’t be sleeping here.”
Yoongi saw the guilt on Hobi’s face when he looked away and Yoongi sighed. He drained the rest of his water and set it in the sink. Then, he reached for Hobi’s hand and started dragging him back to his room.
“I…what are you doing?”
Yoongi turned to him, considered for a moment. “It’s cold,” he said with a shrug, “will you sleep with me?” It wasn’t something he did a lot. It wasn’t even something he particularly needed at the moment. In fact, he might have been happier just curling up in a ball under his blankets.
Hobi’s face scrunched up. “But…”
“I’m not going to stay on my feet much longer,” Yoongi admitted, “are you really going to say no?”
When Hobi just stared at him with slightly wide eyes, Yoongi turned and tugged him towards the bedroom again. It was a big deal for him, after all, and if Hobi needed it, then that was fine.
They were quiet in the room, trying not to wake up Jin, and Yoongi pushed Hobi until he was lying on his back in the bed. He lay on his side, back pressed against the other boy and pulled the blankets up.
It was a minute later when Hobi turned until he was spooned up behind Yoongi. “Thank you,” he said quietly into Yoongi’s hair.
“Go to sleep, Hoseok,” he grumbled back. His lips twitched upwards when he received a quiet huff of a laugh in response.