Run Away| Seongjoong and Yunsanhwa

Finale (Can't Wait To See What You Do Next)~

cw// passing out, panic attack, nosy interviewers are nosy (if you see any parallels to any irl interviewers...no you don't, please don't sue me.)

But right now he's feeling pretty good, hopefully, it lasts.

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Their new comeback is exciting. Seonghwa feels out of his element, but in the best way possible. Not only with the new position but just getting back into the swing of things. He missed the last two comebacks, and that hasn't happened before. So between more English lessons, going back to the gym to build up stamina, memorizing a new rap and learning to write his own, he's drawn thin but happily.

It's just, that deep down, he's dreading every part of the comeback process that isn't simply performing. They have more than a few interviews lined up, meaning that Seonghwa has to speak for an ample amount of time in every interview, where they'll likely ask him repeatedly questions that will make him feel uncomfortable and he'll have to play PR in discussing his own life and the traumatic experiences that he's already been through.

Just the thought of it makes him grit his teeth.

"Hey, love," Yunho says, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You seem stressed, are you okay?"

"Just thinking," Seonghwa murmurs, reaching up to drape his arms around Yunho's shoulders for a hug.

"About interviews right?"

"Yeah" Seonghwa sighs.

"The company is making a no-topic list though, so hopefully there shouldn't be any issues with anyone asking you things that make you uncomfortable."

"But that doesn't mean it won't happen."

Yunho presses another kiss to his cheek, "You can't worry yourself with the what ifs. But if someone tries anything KQ will sue the shit out of them."

Seonghwa laughs, but it's breathless. "I think I have a meeting in thirty minutes." he groans.

"Didn't you just get out of an English lesson?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Well, you'll be amazing."

"How are you amazing at a meeting?" Seonghwa laughs, pulling away.

Yunho just smiles and walks away.

Seonghwa leaves the room and enters the meeting feeling refreshed and far less overwhelmed.

-

Seonghwa fiddles with the hem of his jacket for the hundredth time as his stylist puts concealer on his under eyes. Another stylist noona runs up to him from where she was finalizing Yeosang's outfit and swats his hands away from the jacket hem.

"Stop it, before you destroy it!" she says, her tone firm (but he knows she's not truly angry.)

"Sorry noona," he murmurs.

Now that he can't mess with his jacket, his hands intertwine as he begins to wring them together. He's never felt this anxious before a performance since their debut stage when he worried if they'd even make it big, he's never felt this deep, horrific, sense inside of him that something is going to go wrong when there's no reason for anything bad to happen.

He woke up feeling like this and it's only gotten worse the closer to the performance they've gotten. He thought about taking two anxiety pills in the morning but decided against it when he considered the fact that it would be medication abuse and he never...he couldn't...intentionally...not since when he was seventeen and he overdosed...

He only took one pill.

The members look happy and are acting just the same as they usually do before a performance, and he watches them with mirth, but he can see the way they look back at him apprehensively.