﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ the sound of moving feet echoed all around kq's dance practice room. it was eerily silent, and the sudden coldness of the room didn't make it any better.

your breath catches and left you. another hour long of dancing for a comeback. and for what? to make your fans happy.

"mm, careful.. i died from exhaustion.." a voice could be heard from behind. there was no one but a boy similar to your age stepped out from the curtains flashing a friendly smile.