SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS

Junhui | Leg Cramp Part I

Seventeen had a tiring and exhausting dance rehearsal today. The studio was suffocatingly hot, the air thick with sweat and determination. The mirrors along the walls reflected tired faces, bodies aching from hours of practice. The group had been perfecting their new choreography for days, each movement more intricate than the last.

The music blared from the speakers, the same song they'd been repeating endlessly, but no one complained. They were used to it-used to the exhaustion, the sore muscles, the relentless repetition. It was part of the process.

"Alright, everyone, let's take it from the top!" Joshua's voice echoed through the room, steady and calm as ever. He was the one who kept them grounded, even when everything seemed to be falling apart.

"Ugh, I can't feel my legs anymore," Woozi muttered under his breath, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"You'll be fine hyung," Seungkwan said, shooting him a playful grin as he danced past him. "We all feel like jelly right now."

"Easy for you to say," Woozi shot back, but there was no real bite in his voice. He was too tired to argue.

The music began again, and everyone fell back into their positions. The choreography was fast-paced, demanding precision and energy. Every step had to be perfect-every move had to flow seamlessly into the next.

"Focus, guys!" Jeonghan called out, voice sharp. "This section is crucial. We can't afford to mess it up."

"Yeah, yeah," Joshua muttered, adjusting his stance. "Let's just do it again. One more time."

As the song continued, the group pushed through the fatigue, each member silently willing themselves to keep going. But it wasn't just the physical exhaustion that weighed on them. They had been practicing for hours, but the progress felt slow, incremental. The pressure to get everything right was relentless.

"Okay, let's take a break," S.Coups said, finally. He had been observing quietly, the leader who knew when to push and when to ease off. "Get some water. Stretch a bit."

As the music faded, the room fell into a more relaxed rhythm. Members scattered around the studio, collapsing onto the floor, stretching their limbs, gulping down water.

"Why is this dance so hard?" DK asked, panting as he leaned against the mirrored wall. "It's like it never ends!"

"It's not just the moves," Joshua replied, rubbing his neck. "It's also the timing, the synchronization. We've gotta be perfect."

"Yeah, but still..." DK trailed off, shaking his head. "I feel like I'm going to pass out."

"I'm with you," Mingyu chimed in, slumping down next to him. "I feel like my brain and body are just in two different places."

"Hey, don't think like that," Hoshi said, plopping down next to them with a grin. "We're almost there. We've done worse."

"I don't know if I can do another round," Jeonghan said, a rare moment of vulnerability showing on his usually composed face. He had always been the one to push others, but now even he was feeling the weight of the day's rehearsal.

"We'll push through hyung. We always do," Seungkwan said with a smile, trying to encourage the group. "We just need to stick together, okay?"

"Yeah, Seungkwan's right," Woozi said, breathing deeply. "Let's not waste all this effort now."

As they all gathered themselves, S.Coups clapped his hands together. "Alright, enough resting. Time to get back to work."

The group let out a collective groan but got up without hesitation, ready to dive back into another round of practice. The exhaustion was still there, gnawing at their muscles and minds, but they knew there was no room for weakness-not now, not when they were so close to reaching their goal. They had come too far to stop now.