Preparation for the final battle was nerve wrecking. The backstage was beginning to fill with staffs, busy with last moment check ups. After the final practice on stage, members split up to do god-knows-what, without bothering to meet and calm each other. Jinwoo could not blame them, really. He was busy spending his time alone in the restroom, freaking out, to be able to think about s.

In front of the camera, he must remain strong.

In front of the camera, he must remain beautiful.

He cried enough.

His head hurts. His vision was rather blurry, and he looked incredibly tired. The black smudges under his eyes became more prominent, ugly like a scar. His face chalky pale and ashen, like he barely got a good night sleep. His lips cracked, awful to even look at. 

But make up will take care of that. He just need to get rid of the headache.

Hands shaking, he took a pill and swallowed it with water in one go. He sat down next to the sink, burying his head onto his arms. He whimpered in pain, and consciously took deep breaths to keep himself going. He could practically hear the blood pounding in his ears, muffling the sound of music that kept blasting on stage. He willed himself to stay awake. He can't afford to pass out here, of all places, and now, of all times.

You're beautiful, Jinwoo told himself. You're beautiful and you can sing. That should be enough to push his team to victory, right?

He could do it.

He should be able to do it.

Everything should be fine if we work hard.

But the pain in his head just won't stop! 

He pulled on his hair, trying to distract himself, yet the pain remains. He rose up, opening up the bottle of aspirin. Shaking the bottle, a bunch of pills poured out onto his hand. He took some, and quickly swallowed it. More of it should help right? He kept pouring out the aspirins with shaking hands, causing the pills to fall down the floor. He knelt down to gather them into his hand and put them in his mouth.

It was at that moment that Bobby showed up. He took a look at Jinwoo's half aware state and the empty bottle. Perhaps Bobby was not really thinking, or it was the shock factor that was working, but he quickly make Jinwoo spit those pills out.

“, are you trying to OD yourself?!” He yelled, pushing Jinwoo's head towards the sink to help him throwing up.

“No!" Jinwoo resisted the hand on his neck, elbowing the rapper in the process.

“Then what the hell are you doing?!”

“It hurts!" The vocalist screamed, trying to push the other away. But Bobby was built much better than him, and so much stronger.

"That's no excuse! Are you stupid?! That many pills will kill you!"

Bobby shoved Jinwoo towards th