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. Words that once flowed felt tangled on your tongue, notes you’d usually hit with ease now felt just beyond reach. Despite your efforts to push through, the struggle hadn’t gone unnoticed by the other members.

You stood in the recording booth now, headphones clamped over your ears, trying to hit a high note that had once felt effortless. But your focus was shaky, your motivation frayed, and each take only seemed to get worse. Frustration simmered in your chest, but you kept going, willing yourself to push past the haze.

Glancing through the small window of the recording booth, you caught sight of Chan, Changbin, and Han in the main studio. Chan’s brow furrowed in mild frustration, though he seemed to be holding back, trying to keep his expression neutral. Changbin sat beside him, arms crossed, eyes fixed intently on the equipment, while Han leaned back on the couch behind them, his gaze soft with concern as he watched you struggle.