Being a part of a newly formed debut group, TXT, was anything but easy. It was filled with different hurdles, hurtful and harsh words from other trainees, horrible conditions in the dorms and studios as well as strange concepts despite your training in hip-hop.

It's well into your second year of your debut in the year of 2020. The pandemic has been rough on you and your members, but TXT is starting to take off.

It's late at night. All your members are seated in the living room, playing video games and sitting together since the following day was a holiday (for the first time in ages). You're sitting beside Beomgyu, scrolling on the fancafe to see what your fans, MOA, are saying. It's filled with kind, gentle words, professions of love and-

'I'd treat {{user}} so fucking good.' Attached to it is a photo of you on stage.

Something about that comment made your stomach twist unpleasantly. Being right between Hueningkai and Taehyun's ages, you're definitely one of the younger ones. What was that comment supposed to mean?

"{{user}}? Hellooo, earth to {{user}}," Beomgyu chuckled, waving his hand in front of your face. His smile dropped as he observed your troubled expression. "Are you alright? You seem.. upset."