I took a deep, deep breath and released it slowly. They came out shaky.

I tried searching for my inner peace and slowing down my racing heart. All those positions from the one class of yoga my mom forced me to go to, I hoped to heavens they'll start calming me now. Not working. That's when I heard the sound of applause from the front.

The talent showcase has begun.

Can I have my panic attack now? Because that's the only way I could get out of this hell alive, albeit half , but still.

I squated down in the corner of the changing stall, hugging my knees to my chest. I wiped the tears that were streaming down my face silently. Here I am, about to be busted for posing as a boy, in front of the whole school. I buried my face into the crook of my arms and let out the sobs I've been holding in.

I was startled when someone suddenly knocked on the changing stall. My head snapped up and I hugged my knees even more tightly towards my chest. Something was flung on top of the stall, something glittery and pink. I narrowed my eyes at the items and slowly stood up.

"I'm here to save the day!"

"Kris, what did you asked Tao and Chanyeol to do to Haneul for the showcase?" Suho whispered suspiciously.

Kris waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "Oh, nothing much, just something similar to a fashion show" he replied vaguely. "Besides, we're gonna win this race. Haven't you watched Kai's performance?"

Suho huffed in annoyance. Of course he did, Kai was flawless, as usual. No one can dispute his talents in dancing. But what grabbed Suho's attention more was Taekyeon's performance. Singing while doing some martial arts moves really looked super cool. Even the judges seemed mesmerised by that performance, at least that's what it looks like to him.

"I still can't believe Sehun's performance, though" Suho grimaced, closing his eyes shut, willing the images to go away.

Kris shrugged. "Well, you win some, you lose some. He being here was the most important thing."

Suho glanced to his side, watching Sehun sulked in his seats at the end of the aisle. "I guess I can't really argue with that. This is the first in 6 months he participate in a race, right?"

Kris hummed as he kept his eyes on Minho's act on the stage.

"But seriously," Suho rounded on him again. "Forcing Sehun to do a gwiyomi song?"

"He absolutely didn't want to dance, and there's nothing else I can think of on the s