They were punishing him. Namjoon was sure of it. They took pleasure in his deep sighs and his constant remarks of disbelief. How would he do this? How could they do this?

It was only expected. Being the absolute worst at dancing, as expressed by Hoseok himself, obvious that, he’d trip over his lanky irresponsive legs mid dance, then get caught out by the two host’s weekly idol, and made to back-hug every member, in a borderline romantic way. Not only that but expressing his deepest apologies for ruining group formation, promising to improve and expressing his love for them all as a leader.

Difficult, yet he had successfully made it through five members, with a lot of squirming, complaints and laughter; Yoongi had also elbowed his ribs, with a straight face silently threatening to kill him if his lips brushed his ears, let’s just say his punishment took a little longer with Suga.

He had finally made it to the last member and all was going well, as he refrained from showing major reactions to the situation unlike the others had. Namjoon’s arms snuggly wrapped around his waist, head tilted towards his ears, he was just saying the last few of his words when the MC had cut in.

“Ah~ this isn’t fun” the first MC spoke out much to the agreement of staff crew and the wretched members in his group.

“You’re right, tell him you love him then end it with a kiss on the cheek...” the other followed his statement.

Gaining a chorus of roars from the other members the staff members, in all he was doomed. They both sighed, their heads drooping down in embarrassment, finding the blank white studio floor more than intriguing.

“Wait- Hold on, isn’t this too much?” Seokjin shot up in complaint, his hands flailing similarly to his traffic light dance; for which Namjoon had to move his head back