SKZ: FALLEN KID

"Changbin, you're off beat again," Hyunjin muttered, barely audible but enough to spark a reaction.

Changbin froze mid-step. "What did you say?"
Hyunjin, visibly tired, rolled his eyes. "I said you're off. Just fix it."
"Don't start with me right now, Hyunjin," Changbin snapped, his voice low but heavy with frustration.
I'm not the only one noticing! You've been slipping up all week!"
Felix stepped in, his usual soft demeanor edged with concern. "Hyunjin, maybe-"

"No, let him finish," Changbin cut him off, his tone icy. He turned to Hyunjin, his eyes narrowing. "You think I don't notice your mistakes? Or is it just easier to pick on me?"

Hyunjin bristled. "I'm not picking on you! But if you can't handle criticism, maybe-"

"Maybe what?" Changbin stepped forward, his voice rising.

But the damage was done. The tension broke into a full-blown argument.

"I'm just saying what everyone else is thinking."
And what's that supposed to mean?" Changbin's voice cracked, the hurt bleeding through his anger.
"It means you've been distracted, Changbin. We all see it."

Changbin took a step back, his chest heaving. "I'm giving everything I have to this group! Do you think this is easy for me?"
Lee Know spoke, his voice colder than usual. "Maybe it's not about working harder, but working smarter. We're all under pressure, but you're taking it out on everyone else."
The words hit like a blow. Changbin's jaw tightened, his eyes darting between his bandmates. "You think I'm the problem? Fine. Maybe I should just go."

The night was loud-
a storm of words, regret, and shattered pride.
Flashing lights. Screams. Silence.

When morning came, nothing was the same.
Panic spread. Phones rang.
He was gone.

Days turned to weeks.
Hope turned to heartbreak.
And somewhere between guilt and grief,
a story began that none of them could ever forget.

> Sometimes, the loudest echoes
come from the ones we've already lost.