It was late, much later than Hoseok wanted to be at the studio still. His muscles were tensing and starting to twitch from overuse, the music making his head hurt. He finally admitted defeat with frustrated tears in his eyes, he still hadn't perfected that sequence yet. Hoseok made his way home solemnly, exhausted mentally and physically.

It was nearly one am and he barely managed to shove his shoes off before he was crawling into bed. He found himself nestling against your side, face burying into your chest. Hoseok wrapped his arms around your waist and inhaled deeply, willing himself to relax and unwind.