In the late evenings, Taeyang was still practicing, long after the other members would go home for the day. They knew this, yet no one seemed to do anything about it. They wouldn't tell him to slow down, because they knew he was doing it for the group, for the fantasies, to make their performances even more enjoyable. They felt that they should work that much as well, but they couldn’t. Not as much as Taeyang. He was working harder than any other member, perfecting his choreography, never feeling content with his performance. Sweat was dripping from his face as he did a few more turns, a few more spins, just to get them as sharp as he wanted. He wouldn’t stop until he was heaving, short of breath, dragging himself to his room to sleep. The hard work and long hours that strained his body showed as two dark circles shading his usually bright eyes.

Purple hair brushed his headlights as he was walking casually towards the training room to practice, just one more time with the members to get it right before their showcase. They needed this last repetition to make sure everything was in order, no one falling out of line. He winced once, while putting a bit of weight on his left leg. The sun was the last one to arrive, oversleeping a bit in the tired, forgiving morning, just to open the door of the training-room, meeting a wall of heat and stuffy air, bearing heavy on him, giving him a slight headache.

Everyone were moving in perfect sync to the beat of the music, sharp moves painting the room, steps giving the illusion of a tilting floor. Taeyang was feeling it, proud of s nailing the choreography. A smile was tugging his lips a bit as he looked in the mirror at the others, focused on their own moves. The music was rushing towards the stop before the refrain, Taeyang moving his body quickly taking a step before swinging his legs into the air. Time seemed to be slowing down as he focused on landing his jump flawlessly. He caught his horizontal spin with his left leg as the sound of "bureureung" could be heard ringing throughout the room. The weight of his entire body and the jump got transferred to his foot as it touched the ground. He felt his knee giving in to the strain that he could take so easily before, muscles not able to pull the leg straight again but instead clasp together like a folding chair. His confused head was rapidly nearing the floor before making sudden contact.