Types of fights solved by Namjoon

Taehyung finally couldn't take it anymore. "Park Jimin, what's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?" Jimin answered, clearly annoyed.

"We are entering a competition in an hour, are you really going to put that face on while performing?"

Jimin said angrily, "Well, I already have enough stress as it is, instead, I think you should be the one to explain yourself!"

Taehyung's gaze darkened. "What?" He growled. Jhope tried to calm him down but Taehyung shook him off.

"Yesterday, you ate and slept like a pig in Mr. Bang's house, as if you guys are brothers who've known each other for years. But you are strangers! You run around without a care in the world. How can you face your relatives back home?" Jimin shouted.

"Is it not good to enjoy myself while in a mysterious new world? Besides, he was so kind to us, why do you have such paranoia? And why are you complaining about me when you clearly-"

BANG!

"What are both of you saying?! How can you guys face our ARMYs like this? Shouldn't we be united in this place instead of falling apart?" Namjoon yelled at them, his eyes bloodshot. He had banged the mirror with his fist. The mirror was protected by some strange material so while the mirror did not break, Namjoon's knuckle was red and bruised.

It was unknown when, but Jungkook had lowered his head with teary eyes, with Suga comforting him with gentle murmurs. Jin's eyes were expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Both of the perpetrators looked away guiltily before scrambling to see the condition of their dear leader nim's fist.

RM shook them away. "Apologize."

"Sorry..." Taehyung whispered.

"For what?" RM cocked an eyebrow.

"For yelling at Jiminie and saying he has paranoia."

"Sorry Tae, for calling you a pig and saying you don't care about your family."

RM smiled gently and rubbed their heads. "Let's go practice the song some more, we don't have much time left." He paused for a minute before adding, "And Jimin, Tae is right, your expression really isn't suited for this theme. You should try immersing yourself into the theme and try being more bright and sunshiny in the next few practices."

Jimin pouted, "...Mmm, I'll try my best."

....

Hitman Bang chewed on his fingers while fidgeting outside the door. He checked his iProject, 20 minutes left until the auditions start. 10 minutes ago, he had checked in on the boys to give some water and found a few of them with their bodies pressed against the floor, face down, and sweating profusely.

Maybe I go beg for some extra time, he thought, after seeing how hardworking these boys were. He had thought that they'd be the carefree type, and just do some random moves on stage for fun. Now that that wasn't the case, and they were actually trying their best despite how hopeless the situation was, Hitman Bang had a newfound respect for these strangers.

Just as he was about to run to Ms. Kim(her family is very influential) since it seemed like she really liked these boys, the door opened behind him. Heavy breathing could be heard.

Hitman Bang jumped. "Aren't you guys practicing?"

"We...we're done... We're gonna just relax for...for the last 20 minutes..." Jungkook gasped between breaths. His legs felt like lead. His lungs were on fire. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and slid down his face and neck.

RM looked at him and sighed. "Kookie, you're too tired. Don't talk."

"Well... you're right. Go rest. You can go outside too if you want. There's a garden." Hitman Bang looked around and saw Taehyung who was in a slightly better state than Taehyung. He hoped 20 minutes was enough to recover some of their vigors.