“I told you, you don’t have to!” He pursed his lips, shying away at the other’s words. His cheeks were already warm, and his hyung’s concern did nothing but make the flush spread to the tips of his ears and down his neck. Hoseok quickly tugged his blanket up over his head, a loud whine escaping his lips. He hated being sick, because even though he knew he was well enough to take care of himself, the others would never listen. One of them would always insist on staying home with him for the day, and more times than not it was Yoongi. “Go back to practice, please!”

His body had really picked the worst time to self-destruct—they were in the middle of touring with a concert in only a couple of days. He had been with the rest of the members in the practice room, going over the routines over and over when things had suddenly gone fuzzy and his body had just given out, Hoseok instantly blacking out only to wake up a short while later in his bed with the others watching him with worried expressions. He hated that he was being a burden at such an important time. “Hyung, I’ll be fine on my own!”