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The day of the highly anticipated awards show had finally arrived, and as the excitement buzzed in the air, my worry for Wooyoung grew exponentially. Despite his talent and dedication, he had been battling his inner demons lately, struggling with his appetite and finding less solace in his anxiety medication. The weight of uncertainty settled heavily on my shoulders, casting a shadow of doubt over the evening's events.

As I observed Wooyoung preparing backstage, his usually bright smile appeared somewhat forced, his eyes betraying hints of exhaustion and unease. It was clear that the pressure of the event, combined with his personal struggles, was taking a toll on him. My heart ached, for I knew how much this performance meant to him and the entire team.

Attempting to offer support, I approached Wooyoung, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Wooyoung, how are you feeling?" I asked, concern lacing my voice. His gaze met mine, and for a fleeting moment, vulnerability flickered across his face.

"I'm doing great," he replied quickly, attempting to dismiss his struggles, but the fleeting glance he cast away betrayed his true feelings. It was evident that he wasn't doing well, and his attempt to mask his inner turmoil only deepened my concern.

As the time for his performance approached, the air crackled with anticipation. The stage lights bathed the venue in a mesmerizing glow, as if beckoning Wooyoung to step into his moment. I watched as he took a deep breath, his face a mix of determination and nervousness.

As the curtains began to rise, I couldn't help but hold my breath, sending silent prayers and positive energy his way. It was his time to shine, to let his talent transcend the doubts and fears that had plagued him. And as the first notes of the music filled the air, I felt a glimmer of hope, believing in the power of his passion and his ability to captivate the audience once more.

As Hoshi and I sat among the audience, surrounded by fellow idols, actors, and fans, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. The stage was set, the music began to play, and Wooyoung took center stage, his presence commanding attention.

I couldn't help but be captivated by his performance, his graceful movements and expressive gestures enchanting the crowd. His talent was undeniable, and he looked stunning, every step a testament to his dedication and hard work. Yet, deep within me, a nagging feeling persisted - something wasn't quite right.

I observed him closely, studying his every move with an attentive eye. His smile, though radiant, seemed tinged with a touch of strain. It was as if he was trying to conceal the inner battles he had fought earlier, masking them behind his impeccable stage presence.

There were moments when his usually flawless transitions faltered ever so slightly, betraying a hint of distraction. It was as though his mind was wrestling with something beyond the choreography, threatening to disrupt his performance. A surge of worry coursed through me, rooting me to my seat as I silently urged him to find his footing, both physically and emotionally.

As Wooyoung took his final bow, the exhaustion and vulnerability he had concealed momentarily seeped through. His breaths were slightly labored, and a shadow of weariness dulled his eyes.

As the applause gradually faded into the background, my concern heightened when I noticed Wooyoung placing his hands on his chest, his grip tightening on Jong-ho's arm. Their proximity and hushed whispers suggested a moment of vulnerability and urgency, disregarding the surrounding adulation. Jong-ho's attentive expression signaled his understanding, his gaze fixated on Wooyoung as if reading the unspoken words.