Woozi has always been the one to write and produce for the group, but lately, the pressure to constantly create has drained him. He starts to feel like a machine, producing songs that no longer carry any meaning.
The group senses something is wrong but doesn't know how to help him since Woozi refuses to ask for help. One night, Woozi snaps during a recording session, admitting that he feels suffocated by the expectations placed on him.
How do the members ease his creative burnout without making him feel like he's letting them down?
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The recording studio was unusually quiet, the hum of the machinery in the background a soft contrast to the tension in the air.
Woozi sat at the soundboard, his fingers hovering above the keys, but not pressing them.
The team had gathered, eager to work on the new track, but something was off.
Woozi's usually sharp focus was nowhere to be found.
His eyes were heavy, his mind far from the melodies that usually came so naturally to him.
Seungkwan had noticed first.
The way Woozi had barely spoken all day, the way his responses had grown quieter, more distant.
It wasn't like him. Woozi was always the one with the ideas, the one who could turn a single lyric into a masterpiece.
But today, it was as if the fire had gone out, and Seungkwan couldn't help but worry.
"Hey, Woozi hyung,"
Seungkwan said gently, breaking the silence.
"Are you okay?"
Woozi didn't respond immediately.
He simply stared at the computer screen, the blinking cursor mocking him, as though he could summon some burst of inspiration out of nowhere.
It felt like everything he touched was turning to dust.
"I'm fine."
Woozi muttered, his voice flat.
He wanted to push the words away, to bury the growing weight on his chest.
But the truth was, he wasn't fine, not by a long shot.
His mind was filled with endless loops of expectations, expectations from the company, from the fans, from his members.
And the worst part? He couldn't stop.
Not because he didn't want to, but because everyone was counting on him.
Every day felt like he had to create something new, something better, something more. It was exhausting.
