Hyunjin was caught off guard. Had Minho just grabbed his ass? That wasn't part of the choreo. He'd never done that. And yet it wasn't weird and didn't make him uncomfortable. Instead they both bursted out laughing once the video was finished.

"Did you just grab Hyunjin's ass?", Felix asked, a grin on his face. "Hey! I've already claimed it!" Changbin rushed to the other three, wrapping his arms around Hyunjin's waist and pulling him closer, dragging him over the floor. "Hyung!" Again they all were laughing.

Hyunjin really adored Changbin. They were pretty close and he always managed to make him laugh. It was nice sharing a dorm with him. Throughout his hiatus he'd always check up on him, being one of the only ones that knew about his eating disorder. Hyunjin wasn't proud of it, not at all. But he was thankful about the fact Changbin helped him out a lot.

So when he could lean against his chest while his arms were wrapped around his waist, he felt home again. Changbin definitely was one of the best people around.

Though Hyunjin did notice how Minho's smile seemed to disappear for a few seconds. The reason for that stayed unknown.  Because as soon as he fully looked at him, Minho returned his smile. Perhaps he just zoned out.

Either way Changbin had really gotten comfortable in his position, keeping Hyunjin close without a chance of escaping. Not like he had a problem with it — his body was pretty warm and comfortable. And most importantly, Hyunjin got a nice view of his muscles. He was known for having a thing for that. Not lie he was hiding it. There was just something about the feeling of strong arms around him.

"I'm afraid it's time to let go, Binnie. It's time for the work out", Chan spoke as he approached the members on the floor, smiling at the sight. Hyunjin was all snuggled up to Changbin, while Felix was snickering and Minho was trying hard not to show his jealousy.

Right. The work out. Hyunjin really didn't feel like going. He was already exhausted from the practice and working out was his least favorite activity. The smell in the gym was horrible too, worse than in the dance room. And yet he had no choice but to follow the others to the other side of the building, right where their private gym was. They didn't need to get changed, they'd get even sweatier either way.

At first he thought he might just start with a few easy exercises, but he already found himself struggling at the bench press. Usually Changbin or Chan were there to help him out, but he didn't feel like interrupting them.

The first minute was going alright, he struggled but could manage. Though soon he ran out of energy, causing his arms to shake and him struggling to lift the weight up. Panic settled within him. What was he supposed to do? His heart was pounding in his chest. Just before he dropped it on himself, Minho picked it up and put it back on the racks, allowing Hyunjin to take a deep breath.

"You shouldn't be doing this exercise alone, especially when it's way too heavy for you", the older male scolded him. Though instead of looking angry, he had a worried expression on his face. "Are you alright? You know this thing could crush you."

It really could. And it almost did. If it weren't for Minho, who had managed to save him before it was too late. "I'm sorry, I forgot to change the weights." A sigh from Minho. Hyunjin could tell the other was worried and he really felt stupid for not checking, but he didn't feel like it was necessary. The first couple pushes were pretty easy, he didn't know why it became so difficult all of a sudden.

"Let's take a break and grab something to drink." Hyunjin nodded. Perhaps that was the best thing to do. Though right when he was about to get up, he felt a sharp pain in his head and how his body went limp. The last thing he could remember was the faint sound of Minho gasping and how he landed on something soft.

Thankfully Hyunjin woke up just a few seconds later, his head in Minho's lap and Felix rushing to get him some water. "You don't need to call the ambulance, Hyung. He woke up", Minho spoke, turning his head to face the leader.

Confused Hyunjin looked around, Minho helping him to sit up properly, so he could get the chance to drink. Though he still allowed the male to lean against him. "Have you eaten anything today?", Minho whispered, not wanting every single member to hear. As a response he merely got a headshake, which instantly made Minho sigh.

Hyunjin knew he should. He knew he was supposed to eat and take care of himself, but somehow he wasn't hungry. Besides, it wasn't the nicest feeling being the only one without abs in the band. Everyone did — except for him. That alone gave him the feeling of being less attractive.

"You should drink now and then we're going back to the dorms and making you something to eat." It wasn't a question, Hyunjin wouldn't get to decide whether he wanted it or not, he knew. There was no arguing with Minho. Just as he was told he drank the water Felix had gotten for him, before slowly getting up with the help of his Hyung.

Perhaps working out really wasn't he thing. He nearly knocked himself out with the weights and then managed to pass out just a few seconds after. Both of the accidents were his very own fault. Nobody else's.

Once Minho had told the other members they'd be leaving so he could take care of Hyunjin, they left the studio and let the driver take them home, where Minho instantly walked Hyunjin to his dorm, so he could rest in his own room. And he insisted on Hyunjin getting some sleep in his bed, while he prepared something to eat.

The second he was alone, Hyunjin exhaled. It was a difficult day already. He lifted the blanket up just enough for him to be able to look at his stomach. Years of dancing, yet he didnt have the same muscles the others did. Was it really because they all worked out? Seungmin hated it. So how did he managed to stay in shape like that?

His thoughts got interrupted by a gentle knock on his door, followed by Minho slightly opening it to be able to peek inside. "Come, let's eat." Had he really zoned out long enough for Minho to be able to prepare something? With a nod he got up, slowly walking towards the kitchen and sitting down on one of the chairs. It was unusual to be alone with the other. Normally other members would be there as well, not just the two of them.

"I made Kimchi Fried Rice. Is that alright?" "Yeah, 'ts fine. Thank you, Hyung." Even though Hyunjin didn't have the appetite, he'd never say no to Minhos food. It was always the best.

Yet as he ate, he couldn't help but glance at the other male every now and then. Since when had he been so.. gentle to him? They never hated each other, of course not. But usually Minho had that sarcastic tone to him. In front of fans it would always be him scaring Hyunjin just for the laughs. And when they were around the other members, they didn't talk as much. So why was Minho being so sweet to him now? Was it really just because he had passed out? Though that would be a valid reason.

"Hyunjin, why aren't you eating?" The male dropped his chopsticks and looked up, clearing his throat. "Sorry, I was just thinking about today." Slowly he began eating, looking down at the food instead now. "You're not eating enough. You can't just skip meals and then go to the gym. Actually, you can't skip meals at all. You could start feeling unwell during practice too."

He exhaled and nodded, letting Minho know that he understood. But Hyunjin couldn't help it. He couldn't help the way he was thinking.

"Bring the others here this evening, I'll cook dinner." Again, Hyunjin nodded. Though this time he had a smile on his face. It had been a while since they all ate together, as it was much more difficult with their packed schedule. They rarely all came back at the same time. Though since everyone ends the day with practice, they should be getting home at the same time. Perfect.

On that day Hyunjin did not attend practice. Chan himself had talked to him once again, letting him know that it was way too dangerous for him to do so in his state.

The next time he saw the others was at dinner. Just spending time together was nice. And because everyone was having so much fun, the evening turned into a gaming night.

Jeongin along with Seumgmin brought all of the games they could find. Card games, board games — anything. And now it was a rough battle between Felix and Chan, who were the last two players in this round of uno. It was already way past 12 a.m. but no one cared enough to stop.

That was until Hyunjin felt his eyes getting heavier, the sounds fading out and his head flopping to the side, hitting something soft and very warm. He could faintly hear the voice of Han, barely making out the words 'asleep' and 'bed'. Everything after that was silent. He had fallen asleep. Where? He had no idea. And he didn't care. Especially after a warm blankets covered his body and someone massaged his head.

Only around twenty minutes passed until a loud groan woke him up. "You woke him up", Minho exhaled and stopped the movement of his hand in the younger man's hair. With sleepy eyes he looked around the room, until they met Minho's. And it was like seeing the first snow in that season, so special and beautiful. So comforting and quiet. The eye contact was long, until Chan's voice interrupted the moment.

"I think it's bedtime now. We all need rest before tomorrow." Nobody really agreed, but everyone helped cleaning up. Except for Minho, who was still trapped under Hyunjin's weight. If he wanted to, he could most definitely just push him away, though he didn't. And while the younger didn't know why, he wasn't going to ask nor was he going to think about it for any longer.

Unfortunately for him, he soon needed to get up and get back to his own dorm. Even if Changbin offered carrying him, he declined the offer. What if he was too heavy? That would be humiliating for sure. The best option was to just walk.

By the time he was in his room, he barely had enough strength to take off most of his clothes, leaving on his boxers and shirt. That was the best way to sleep.

Or was it? The following morning he was just as grumpy as always, when Chan was waking him up. "Hyunnie, I got breakfast for everyone", he could hear the oldest say, yet that was not convincing enough. Food. Again. Hyunjin thought the hatred towards food was in the past. Why was it coming back now out of all times?

Still, he couldn't disappoint the band again. Unmotivated he got up from the bed, only putting on a pair of sweatpants before getting to the kitchen and forcing the croissant down.

The entire week went just like that. Hyunjin going to sleep late, waking up early, forcing himself to eat and then tend to his busy schedule. That was until Minho was supposed to help him out in the gym, once Chan was confident enough to allow Hyunjin to do so.

"He wants to. He just lacks motivation. Do you think you can help him with that?"

Hyunjin heard the leader saying those words to the man that was now standing in front of him, prepping the lat pulldown machine. "Your arm muscles are defined already, but I want to test how much weight is too much."

So that's how he ended up sitting down, adjusting his posture and pulling on the bar. "Not bad, pretty good even. Think I can add more weights?" Once he got the nod of confirmation, he did just that and it went on for a while, until Hyunjin was no longer able to pull it down.

After that exercise he was already proud of himself. That was until he saw the leg press. "Oh come on, not that thing. Hyung, I really don't need to train my legs today." Though Minho did not listen, continued adjusting the weights and impatiently waiting for the other male to get started. 

It was much more difficult. Way too difficult. To the point Hyunjin was sweating uncontrollably and his legs were shaking.

The exercises just didn't seem to stop. By the end of their session together, Hyunjin was panting and barely able to stand. Yet as soon as he saw Minho come back with two bottles of water, he found the strength to walk over to him.

Unfortunately, fate did not think he had deserved that water yet, as he managed to trip over one of the gym equipments, pulling Minho down in the process of him trying to catch him. So now both were stacked on top of each other, faces just inches apart. Carefully Minho tried getting up, hitting his head instead and hissing in pain.

"Weren't you two supposed to be working out?"

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