Destined Love | Min Yoongi

Chapter 42

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Yoongi's P.O.V.

My breathing is uneven as the song comes to an end yet again. By now I'm worn out with practicing so much, I'm exhausted and I need to stop. But I can't. I can't do it. I have to keep going. I have to.

I can't get this one set of moves right. It's driving me crazy. I can't get it. I can't do it-

"Yoongi...." I hear a voice pulling me out from my thoughts. Hobi. "Everything alright?"

I just shake my head, not giving a verbal answer. Nothing is going right. We've been practicing for ages now and I can't get this damn choreo right. I keep getting it wrong, no matter how much I practice. I keep getting it wrong.

"I need help with the part right after the second chorus." I explain, seeing Hobi with a confused expression.

"It looks good to me..." He ponders to himself, but I don't believe him. It's not right, I know it. I just know it.

"No, it's not right." I disagree quickly, shaking my head. "I know it."

"I think you just-

"I just need you to show me what to do again. I'm telling you, it's not right." I state firmly, growing slightly irritated. Hearing this, Hobi immediately walks closer to me and takes form. He says nothing else, just starts helping me out.

We work at it once or twice before deciding to turn the music on again. It feels louder than before. It's echoing through the room and my ears are ringing. I ignore the feeling, just as I'm ignoring the sudden pain in my shoulder coming up again. I also ignore the stares of the other members who have taken a break and decided to watch.

And then the part comes up. The part I can't get quite right. And I fail. Worse than any other time. I trip over my own feet. Maybe I was too focused on getting that one part right, that I failed to focus on everything else. Yet again, I've failed. That's when I snapped.

I threw my arms in the air, shouting out in frustration. I dropped low to the ground, noticing all eyes were on me again. I just stayed in that position, holding my head. I'm going crazy in this room. I've been barely anywhere else in the past week. I swear, no comeback has ever felt this exhausting. I've never felt so drained before.

"Yoongi, what's actually wrong?" Namjoon now attempts at asking. "The move looks as close to perfect as it can be."

"Well there's something wrong." I insist, accepting no other possibility. I'm not satisfied with how it looks, so clearly Hobi and Joon are missing something.

"I think you've been focusing on it too much." Namjoon says softly, hunching down to my level. "It's fine, Hyung."

"No." I reply, shaking my head. Nothing's feeling fine at all. "No, it's not."

'How about you leave it for now and come back to it later?" Namjoon suggested, looking back over to everyone else in the room before continuing. "We're all leaving now anyways."

"Yeah, alright." I sigh, defeated. I know I have no other choice at the moment. "I'm going to head over to my studio, then."

"Your studio?" Joon echos. I hum in response as I begin to get up. "To do what?"

"Work on some music, what else..." I reply, picking up the jumper that I flung to the side of the room in the middle of a song about half an hour ago. I put it on, despite how hot and sweaty I felt.

"You sure?" Namjoon questions, walking behind me as I exited the practice room. "Maybe take a break..."

"I'm good." I state, not straying from my path. I'm just about to step foot into my studio, when a hand is placed on my shoulder. Luckily, the one that isn't giving me searing pain.