The performance unit find themselves overlooked by both fans and their own members. Despite being the creative force behind the group's choreography, the spotlight often goes to the vocal and hip-hop units.
Frustrated by the lack of recognition, they secretly work on a show-stopping performance for the group's next tour. However, as they push their limits to prove their worth, they face burnout, self-doubt, and the pressure to exceed expectations.
Will their hard work finally shine, or will they remain in the background?
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The rehearsal room was bathed in a soft glow from the overhead lights, their flicker barely masking the heavy atmosphere within.
The performance unit sat sprawled on the wooden floor, sweat glistening on their brows as they caught their breath.
Hoshi leaned back against the mirror, his hoodie damp with perspiration, as Jun stretched out his legs, eyes scanning the choreography notes scattered across the floor.
Minghao, ever poised, carefully adjusted his ankle guard, while Dino absently tapped his fingers against his water bottle, the rhythm a faint echo of their latest routine.
It wasn't an unusual scene.
Hours spent perfecting moves, reworking transitions, and ensuring every beat was accounted for were part of their identity.
Yet, the energy that had once fueled their passion seemed muted, weighed down by an unspoken frustration that had been simmering for months.
"Another tour announcement."
Jun muttered, breaking the silence.
His tone wasn't excited, as it usually was. Instead, it carried a subtle edge of resignation.
He picked up his phone, scrolling through the official post.
"The vocal unit is already hyping up their ballads, and the hip-hop unit's planning some new collabs."
Hoshi's jaw tightened.
"And we're what? Background dancers again?"
Minghao glanced up, his expression calm but his eyes sharp.
"We're not just background dancers. You know that."
"Do we?"
Dino's voice, usually bright and optimistic, came out bitter.
He dropped the water bottle, the dull thud resonating through the room.
"Because no one else seems to think so. We're the ones who break our bodies to make sure the performances look good, and yet,when was the last time someone said, Oh, the performance unit killed it?"
The room fell silent.
Even Hoshi, who was usually quick to defend their efforts, couldn't find the words.
