Asked by anonymous. It's going to be 5 chapters, hope you like it! I tried my best... 🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀
The autumn sun set over Seoul, cloaking the bustling city in a chatter of lights. In Namsan Tower, laughter and joy were on full display as tourists snapped photos and couples wandered hand in hand. Yet, under the shimmering evening sky, five young men battled demons unseen by the merry crowds.
Beomgyu leaned against the railing, gazing at the twinkling cityscape below. Next to him, Taehyun was so quiet it was unsettling. Beomgyu placed a gentle hand on Taehyun’s shoulder.
“You good?” Beomgyu asked softly.
Taehyun mustered a nod and a weak smile, though the dark circles under his eyes told a different story. “Yeah, just... tired.”
That word ‘tired’ had become a constant refrain among the members of TXT as their schedules grew increasingly relentless. Each day bled into the next in a dizzying whirl of rehearsals, variety shows, interviews, and endless recording sessions. The shiny veneer of fame was marred by fatigue that clung to them like an unwelcome shadow.
“Hybe’s really pushing us to the limit,” Beomgyu sighed, his gaze casting over their other members—Soobin, Yeonjun, and Hueningkai—who were equally jaded, their smiles heavy with concealed exhaustion.
Back in the practice room, the atmosphere was tense. They rehearsed over and over, every beat drilled into their bones, their synchronization flawless yet strangely robotic. The mirrors that once reflected their determined faces now seemed a cruel reminder of their exhaustive grind. Each step, each spin, every note seemed to extract a pound of their spirit. The room’s fluorescent lights flickered slightly, adding to the strange sense of malaise.
"Aaaahhhh... Please..." said Beomgyu throwing himself to the ground.
Soobin wiped the sweat off his brow, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "We need a break, just for today," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Yeonjun shook his head, turning to face the group. "You know that’s not possible, Soobin. We’re booked solid for weeks. But maybe...just maybe, we can sneak in a quick rest tonight."
They all nodded, even Hueningkai who surprisingly had managed to keep his usual cheerful demeanor intact, though the spark in his eyes seemed dimmer.
Taehyun’s phone buzzed incessantly, pulling him back to the harsh reality. He glanced at the screen and sighed deeply. "I’ve got to go. Another variety show filming."
"I thought your schedule was clear tonight," Beomgyu said, eyebrows furrowing.
"Changes, last minute," Taehyun replied with a faint shrug, stuffing the phone back into his pocket. "I’ll manage."
The group watched him leave, shoulders slumped from the weight of another obligation separating them, chipping away at their unity. As Taehyun disappeared through the practice room door, a heavy silence settled among the remaining members.
Hueningkai broke the silence, voice wavering. "Do you think all of this is worth it?"
For a moment, nobody answered. It was a question too heavy for the exhausted to contemplate. Soobin eventually spoke, his words slow and weary. "We’re living our dreams, right? But it’s just... a lot to handle sometimes."
None of them could argue with that. Dreams had a way of becoming burdens when laden with the expectations of the world. They rested for just a moment longer before resuming practice, each movement filled with both brilliance and the weight of unseen shadows. As the night deepened, so did their resolve, even if it was tainted with weariness. And thus, amidst the chatter of lights and the city that never slept, five young men continued their silent battle under the shimmering evening sky.
