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An aggravated huff of air forcefully parted your lips as you rubbed your temples with your fingers. You had a skull-splitting headache, and dance practice wasn't helping you at all. To make matters worse, you couldn't get this one move down perfectly, which frustrated you to no end. Everyone was able to do it but you.

"Bee, you're doing the move perfectly fine," Chaewon interjected. She brushed your sweaty bangs from your forehead with care and smiled softly.

You shook your head. "That's the problem, Unnie. I don't want it to be perfectly fine, I want it to be perfect," you stated. You were adamant.

Ever since a mistake you made during a live stage from your last comeback, you've been scrutinizing your every move in front of the mirrored walls of the dance studio. Everyone's noticed the dark bags under your eyes, your sluggishness outside of the studio, and your avoidance of food. They've noticed your irritability and exhaustion, and have grown worried about you, but so far, every time anybody questions it, you kindly shoot them down, telling them that you're just worried about the comeback. The girls and your staff have always believed you-it's not like it's a false statement, anyway.

From across the room, Kazuha sighed. She then smiled softly and walked over to you. "Yoonah, you are doing it perfectly, trust me. You're doing great," she told you sweetly, rubbing her hand up and down your arm.

To everyone's surprise, you brushed Kazuha's hand of you and scoffed. You know you shouldn't have, but you snapped. You couldn't hold it back anymore. You're tired, angry, hungry, and absolutely fed up with everything. Everything that's been building up seemed to have pushed its way back to the surface. "What, so you're the dance teacher now, huh? Your opinion of my dance isn't what I'm looking for. I'm only worried about FEARNOT's, so just, please. Stop it, Kazuha," you hissed.

As soon as the venomous words left your mouth, you internally panicked.

Kazuha's eyes widened in shock. Yunjin, Eunchae, and Sakura gasped.

Chaewon's expression immediately morphed into one of anger as she shook her head in disbelief. "Jin Yoonah! Do not speak to an unnie like that, and do not drag FEARNOT's name into your rude remarks," the leader reproved.

"I'm not dragging FEARNOT into anything, Unnie," you snapped back, "I was simply stating a fact. And I apologize for the disrespect, but in case it wasn't obvious, I'm hungry, tired, and fed the hell up with this goddamn comeback!" You screamed. Your face was flushed with anger.

A piece of your heart broke when Eunchas took a frightened step away from you. But you kept up your walls. They were hard to knock down for some reason.

Kazuha's expression hardened. "We all are, Yoonah, but we signed up for this when we became idols, so you have no excuse. Apologize to me right now," she demanded.

Tears brimmed your eyes. You laughed. "You know what? No. I won't. You say I signed up for this, yeah?" You asked rhetorically. Everyone was now growing more worried for you rather than angry at you once they caught sight of the dazed look on your face. "I guess I did, didn't I? Huh. Awesome. You know what I didn't sign up for, though? Four bossy Unnies and a useless maknae," you stated coldly. At this point, your mind was foggy and overworked. Everything felt like a dream.

As every word left your mouth, you wanted so badly to catch each one and burn it, but instead, they carried on and burned your members instead. You never meant any of it, but... your mouth got the best of you.

Eunchae gasped and covered her mouth with her hand as tears brimmed her wide eyes, and Yunjin gasped as well as she quickly hugged the maknae close to her. Chaewon and Kazuha's jaws nearly fell to the floor. Sakura's face displayed clear fury on it, and it was even more evident in her strides towards you.