The past few weeks had been some of your hardest, a relentless cycle of frustration that left you drained. Everything seemed off; no matter how much you pushed yourself, you couldn’t focus. Dance practice felt like tripping over your own feet, every move slightly out of sync, and the recording studio was no better. Dance moves that once came to you easy felt difficult to master, remembering the choreography was now something that felt so hard to do. Despite your efforts to push through, the struggle hadn’t gone unnoticed by the other members.

Today's dance rehearsal was no better. The choreographer was going over the dance a thousand times, yet you still couldn't catch on and seem to remember what move comes next. All motivation you ever had was completely gone, along with any ounce of energy you had within yourself to push through. It frustrated you, knowing that you were once so good at remembering the movements to not even remembering one whole sequence. But you weren't the only one getting frustrated.

Hyunjin stood at the front, his eyes subtly trained on you through the mirror as he watched you forget what move comes next every single time you all did a run-through of the whole choreography. You hear his loud, frustrated sigh as the choreographer gives you all a water break. It was obvious he was holding back any criticism or harsh comments. You could feel Hyunjin's what felt like a glare as you walk to your water bottle, making you feel ashamed and almost humiliated for being suddenly so bad at something you were once constantly praised for.