The flashing lights from the cameras and the sea of fans’ faces blurred together as ENHYPEN wrapped up another performance. The cheers were deafening, the energy in the air electric as Sunoo waved to the crowd with his signature bright smile, though the ache in his legs and shoulders had become a constant companion. They were at the peak of promotions, and their schedules were relentless—back-to-back performances, interviews, variety shows, and practices that stretched long into the night.
Sunoo had always been praised for his stage presence—his effortless charisma, his ability to light up the stage with his smile—but lately, even he felt the exhaustion creeping in. His body was tired, worn down from the unending pressure to keep performing at 110%.
As they left the stage and headed back to the dressing room, the other members slumped onto the couches, drained but still buzzing from the adrenaline of the performance. Sunoo stayed back, massaging his sore wrist, which had been bothering him for weeks. He hadn’t mentioned it to anyone—there was no time for injuries, not when they had so much to prove. He brushed off the pain, convinced it was just part of being an idol.
“Sunoo, you good?” Sunghoon asked, noticing him lagging behind the group.
Sunoo gave him a quick smile, pushing the pain to the back of his mind. “Yeah, just a little tired. I’m fine.”
But as he walked toward the dressing room, a sharp pain shot through his wrist, nearly making him drop his mic. He winced, clutching his wrist tighter, but before anyone could notice, the staff called them over for another schedule.
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Later that night, after hours of practice, Sunoo’s body felt like it was running on fumes. The exhaustion had settled deep into his bones, and every movement felt like a battle. Still, he danced through the fatigue, his mind focused on perfecting the choreography. The other members were equally drained, but the pressure to be flawless kept them all going.
They were practicing the choreography for their upcoming performance, a difficult routine with fast, sharp movements. As the music played, Sunoo pushed himself harder, determined not to fall behind. The others twirled and spun in sync, their bodies moving like well-oiled machines. Sunoo tried to match their pace, but his wrist throbbed with every movement, and his legs felt like they were made of lead.
“Let’s run it one more time,” their choreographer called out, and the group gathered themselves for another round. Sunoo bit his lip, ignoring the pain in his wrist and the dizziness that had started to cloud his vision.
The music blared through the speakers, and the group moved in perfect unison. Sunoo kept up, his body moving almost on autopilot, until they reached the final high-energy move—a spin and a jump, followed by a sharp landing.
As Sunoo leapt into the air, something went wrong.
His ankle twisted mid-jump, and the pain was immediate and excruciating. He felt his body losing balance, but there was no time to stop the fall. He crashed to the floor with a sickening thud, his wrist taking the brunt of the impact. The room seemed to spin around him, and for a moment, all he could hear was his own ragged breathing and the deafening silence that followed his fall.
The music stopped abruptly, and the other members rushed to his side, their faces pale with shock.
“Sunoo!” Jake knelt beside him, his voice filled with panic. “Are you okay?”
Sunoo tried to push himself up, but the pain in his wrist was unbearable. His vision blurred with tears as he clutched his wrist, his body trembling. He tried to move his ankle, but it sent another wave of pain shooting up his leg.
“I-I’m fine,” Sunoo stammered, but his voice cracked, betraying the pain he was in. “Just… give me a second.”
But when he tried to stand, his ankle gave out, and he collapsed back onto the floor, gasping in pain.
“Don’t move,” Heeseung said urgently, his voice filled with worry. “You might’ve really hurt yourself.”
Sunghoon ran to get help, while Jay hovered beside Sunoo, his brow furrowed with concern. “You should’ve said something if you were hurt,” Jay muttered, his voice thick with guilt. “We should’ve seen this coming.”
Sunoo bit his lip, blinking back tears. He had been trying so hard to keep up, to not let anyone see how much he was struggling. He hated feeling like a burden, like he wasn’t strong enough to keep going like the others.
“I didn’t want to slow everyone down,” Sunoo whispered, his voice barely audible. “I thought I could handle it.”
Jake frowned, placing a comforting hand on Sunoo’s shoulder. “Hey, you don’t have to handle everything by yourself. We’re a team, remember?”
Before Sunoo could respond, the staff arrived with the company’s medic. They gently helped him onto a chair, examining his wrist and ankle. The others watched anxiously as the medic wrapped his wrist in ice and braced his swollen ankle.
“You’ve sprained your wrist pretty badly,” the medic said, her tone professional but concerned. “And your ankle—it's a serious sprain too. You’re going to need to rest it for a while.”
Sunoo’s heart sank at the words. Rest? Now? In the middle of promotions? His mind raced with worry. How could he let the team down like this? He had worked so hard to keep up, to be as strong as the others, and now he had ruined everything.
“I can still perform,” Sunoo insisted, his voice shaky but determined. “I’ll push through it.”
But Heeseung shook his head, his voice soft but firm. “Sunoo, you need to rest. We don’t want you getting hurt even worse.”
The room was quiet, the weight of the situation settling heavily on everyone’s shoulders. Sunoo looked around at his members, seeing the concern in their eyes. He had always been the bright one, the one who lifted everyone’s spirits when things got tough, but now he felt like a burden, dragging them down when they needed to be at their best.
Tears blurred his vision as he hung his head, guilt and frustration eating away at him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I didn’t want to mess everything up.”
“You didn’t mess anything up,” Jungwon said softly, kneeling beside him. “Injuries happen. This isn’t your fault.”
Sunghoon nodded in agreement. “We’d rather have you rest and get better than push yourself and get hurt even worse. You’ll heal, and when you’re ready, we’ll all be here waiting for you.”
Despite the pain in his wrist and ankle, Sunoo felt a warmth spread through his chest. His members weren’t angry with him—they were worried, and they cared. He wasn’t letting them down. They were all in this together, and they wouldn’t leave him behind.
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Over the next few weeks, Sunoo was sidelined from performances, forced to watch from the wings as his members continued their promotions without him. It was hard, but every time he felt the sting of guilt or frustration, one of the members would come over, sit beside him, and remind him that he was still a part of the team, still valued.
And as his body healed, so did his heart.
Sunoo realized that being strong didn’t mean never getting hurt. It meant allowing himself to rely on the people around him when he needed to, and trusting that they would be there for him, just as he had always been there for them.
Because in ENHYPEN, no one had to carry the weight alone. Not even the brightest star in the group.
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