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.

You stood in the dance practice now, hand running over your face as you exhaled deeply, watching everyone dance as you try to remember the sequence. But your focus was somewhere else, motivation was almost nonexistent, and each time you attempted a dance move it seemed like your dancing was just getting worse and worse. You felt yourself start to become frustrated at your own struggles, but you kept going with the tiniest bit of motivation you had left.

Looking through the mirror of the dance practice room, watching everyone one by one, you caught Lee Know's eye. He almost was glaring at you, his own frustration radiating off of him that not only was it you that felt the tension. You could tell he was trying to hold back, to not lash out at you, but it wasn't long until his patience would run out.