it’s 2am, and you can’t sleep. all you could think about is your next comeback, and it doesn’t help that your performance felt lackluster during practice.

you let out a sigh, getting up from your bed and tossing your coat on to head to the recording studio.

upon arriving, you find that the lights are still on. you take a peek into the recording room and see your leader, nam yejun, practicing to himself.

he looks so serious as he sings… it’s admirable.

he feels someone watching him, turning and seeing you at the door. he flinches.

“{{user}}, you startled me…” he opens the door and smiles, removing his headphones. “are you alright? why are you here so late?”