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Lost in Translation (BamBam)

The sweat-soaked air in the practice room clung to the members of GOT7 as they pushed through the final chorus of their new choreography. The pulsating beat of their comeback track filled the room, and the mirrors reflected the synchronized movements of the group. It was late-well past midnight-but no one had mentioned stopping. The comeback was fast approaching, and there was a sense of urgency in every step, every breath.

BamBam wiped his brow, his muscles aching from hours of relentless practice. He glanced at the others-Mark and Jinyoung were silently focused, Yugyeom was going over a tricky footwork section with Youngjae, and Jackson was running his own part again and again. Everyone was pushing themselves, but BamBam couldn't shake the heavy weight that had settled in his body over the past few days. It wasn't just physical exhaustion; it was something deeper, something he couldn't explain. His mind felt foggy, like a TV with a signal just out of reach.

He rolled his shoulders and forced himself to focus, feeling the burn in his legs as they launched into the chorus again. But this time, something was off. The steps felt unfamiliar, like his feet were moving in slow motion while the others flew through the routine. He faltered, missing a beat. His heart pounded faster, panic seeping in. He could feel eyes on him, but he couldn't bring himself to look up.

"BamBam, you okay?" Jackson's voice cut through the music, concerned but gentle.

BamBam blinked, trying to focus on Jackson's face, but it blurred in his vision. The room seemed to tilt slightly, and suddenly, the steps he'd known by heart felt like foreign shapes in his mind. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words got stuck, his brain struggling to form them. Instead of Korean or English, a garbled string of Thai spilled out, disjointed and nonsensical.

Jackson's brows furrowed, and he took a step closer, signaling for the others to stop the music. "Bam, what's going on?"

BamBam blinked again, confusion tightening his chest. He knew he needed to say something, to explain what was happening, but the words weren't coming out right. He tried again, his mouth moving, but all that emerged were more jumbled sounds. His frustration grew, and he took a step back, his hands shaking as he tried to grasp onto something-anything-that made sense. Why couldn't he speak? Why couldn't he understand what was happening?

Jinyoung approached cautiously, his face etched with concern. "BamBam, are you feeling alright?"

BamBam looked at Jinyoung, trying to process his words, but they felt distant, like they were underwater. His mind swirled, and his breath quickened. He shook his head, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as the frustration built. He wanted to scream, to tell them he was scared, but all that came out were more incoherent words in Thai, broken and confused.

Mark, who had been watching from the side, came over, his face serious. "Something's wrong. He's not making sense. And why is he speaking in Thai?"

The others quickly gathered around, forming a small protective circle around BamBam. Jackson moved to his side, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. BamBam flinched at the touch, his muscles tense, but Jackson didn't pull away.

"Bam, hey, it's me," Jackson said softly, his voice low and reassuring. "You're okay. We're here. Just breathe."

BamBam's chest tightened even more, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He shook his head again, a sob escaping him as his knees buckled slightly. He felt trapped in his own body, lost in the inability to communicate or understand. Everything around him felt too loud, too overwhelming, yet muffled at the same time.

Jackson's hand tightened on his shoulder, his own worry rising. "We need to stop this now. He's not okay."

Youngjae, biting his lip nervously, whispered, "What do we do? I've never seen him like this."