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Weight of Leadership (Sangyeon)

Carateume47

Sangyeon had always shouldered the weight of leadership with grace. As the leader and main vocalist of The Boyz, he often found himself juggling a mountain of responsibilities. Practice sessions, interviews, schedules-he had them all. This week, however, was particularly packed, with endless paperwork, assignments, and commitments piling up. Despite it all, Sangyeon didn't let it show. He was the oldest, after all, and felt that he had to set an example. The last thing he wanted was for the members to see his exhaustion.

As the week wore on, Sangyeon's days blurred together, becoming a relentless stream of tasks and practice. His body began to ache from lack of rest, but he shrugged it off, convinced he could handle it. He had pushed through tough times before, so he kept going, barely getting enough sleep each night. But he was a leader; he would endure this, even if it meant working around the clock.

Then, one morning, things started to go wrong.

Sangyeon was jolted awake by the harsh blare of his phone alarm, only to find himself in bed an hour later than planned. His mind was sluggish as he remembered falling asleep at his desk around dawn after finishing a set of assignments. Panic surged through him as he scrambled out of bed. The members were usually great about getting themselves up, but today, he could feel the tension in the dorm even before he stepped out of his room.

A muffled argument echoed down the hallway. As Sangyeon emerged, still disoriented, he found Younghoon and Hyunjae in the middle of a heated exchange.

"Are you serious? You completely messed up yesterday!" Hyunjae was practically shouting, his tone laced with frustration.

"I messed up? Are you kidding me? You're the one who wasn't paying attention!" Younghoon shot back, his eyes blazing.

Sangyeon rubbed his temples, feeling an ache brewing behind his eyes. The last thing he needed today was a conflict, but he didn't have time to address it. They were already running late.

"Guys, enough," Sangyeon's voice cut through the tension. "We're already behind schedule. Let's talk about this later."

Younghoon and Hyunjae reluctantly fell silent, their anger simmering beneath the surface as they headed for the door. The others were quiet, casting worried glances at Sangyeon, who was clearly not himself. He tried to brush it off, putting on a forced smile as he ushered everyone out of the dorm and toward practice.

By the time they arrived, Sangyeon's body was screaming in protest. He had barely managed to grab anything to eat, and his headache had intensified, a dull throb pounding behind his eyes. But he pushed it aside, determined to keep going.

The practice session began, with their dance instructor barking instructions as they worked through their routine. Sangyeon struggled to keep up, feeling strangely detached from his own movements. His body felt heavy, his head swimming, and each move felt like it was taking twice as much energy as it should have.

"Focus, Sangyeon!" the instructor snapped, noticing his lapses.

Sangyeon mumbled an apology, trying to shake off the fog clouding his mind, but the effort only made his headache worse. His muscles were sluggish, his concentration slipping with every passing minute. Finally, the instructor called for a break, and Sangyeon nearly collapsed onto the floor, grateful for a moment of rest.

The members gathered around, some of them drinking water, others stretching. The tension from earlier in the dorm was still there, an unspoken unease that hung in the air. Sangyeon's eyes drifted shut as he leaned back against the mirror, exhaustion weighing heavily on him.