Hoseok: That's why they call me Master, sweetheart. Now it's your turn. Say it.
Yoongi: If you want my help that badly, you need to give me something in return. Something I can't get anywhere else...
Namjoon: If they want to take you back, they have...
After some time, the tent flap swung open and Yoongi walked out. His gaze met yours and he rolled his eyes again.
"Good God, woman," he said. "All you did was stab him in the leg. Why are you so noisy?"
He walked away before you could even put an answer together.
The other men walked inside, leaving you and Jimin alone. He didn't say anything to you, but continued to pat the top of your back reassuringly.
After a few minutes, the men came out again, glaring at you. One of them jerked his head at you, signaling for you to go inside. Jimin helped you to your feet and walked you in.
Hoseok had a wrap around his neck and one around his leg, which he was fiddling with as you walked in. His color had mostly returned; his smirk had fully resurrected itself.
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"I appreciate you getting the last word," he said as you approached his bed, "but you still lost the challenge."
You collapsed next to him, your hands shaking as they reached out for his wraps. You stopped yourself, putting your hands in your lap and trying to hold them still.
"Heol... What is this reaction?" he asked. "I thought you'd be gloating."
You dropped your head. His breathing softened.
"You're not supposed to fall in love with me, sweetheart."
You raised your head and frowned at him. He laughed.
"There she is," he said. He sighed and looked around. "Would someone get me off this damn mat? Leave this bed from someone who's really injured."
He started to stand, but you raised your hands towards him. "You're injured. Stay."
"I'm fine. I've been stabbed far worse than this. Besides, if I'm going to bleed to death, I'd rather do it on my own bedsheets, thank you."
Jimin helped Hoseok to his feet and helped him limp towards the entrance. You jumped up after them, putting Hoseok's other arm over your shoulder. He looked at you and smiled, his hand wrapping around to pinch your cheek.
"You're cute when you're concerned," he said.
"Don't make me regret it," you returned, shrugging off his fingers.
His lips pressed together, a smile curling at the ends.
"I think that'll be a problem," he said. "Because your regret is what fascinates me the most."
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Hoseok slept most of the afternoon, and you could only doze from time to time. Your guilt kept you awake. Night fell hard, the evening chill taking over the tent. You threw your blanket on him, taking care not to hurt any of his wounds as you tucked in the sides of it.
