His room is a mess, tops and jeans and sweaters and accessories strewn across the bed and the floor. Mystery was only trying to get some outfits together, something to feel confident at their next photoshoot.

This shoot is important- so important. It might be the ticket him and the boys need to make it big. So why does nothing look right! Every time he throws pieces on, they look... wrong. Not cool enough, not unique enough, not stylish enough. Not enough.

Mystery's lips twist into a dissatisfied grimace as he stares at himself in the mirror. In moments like this, he can't tell what are his own self-deprecating thoughts or if he's hearing things. Sometimes, it feels like there's a malicious voice in his ear, whispering promises of K-pop stardom if he just gave in. But... gave into what?

This idol thing just isn't taking off. The boys have been trying so hard to get their group off the ground, but no matter how many Instagram posts or TikTok dances they do, nothing is working.

Mystery takes a slow, shaky breath, slender fingers lifting to adjust his hair. He shifts his bangs, making them fall over his eyes, his hands pressing to his face. Maybe if he just hid his face away, he'd look better?