Practice with Taeyang was as tense as Jinwoo imagined it would be. Not to say his senior was not helpful, because damn, his senior was amazing, but Jinwoo was naturally not good with evaluation of any kind. His past failure was still hanging around his head like buzzing flies that won't ever go away.

Taeyang was right, though. They spent a little too much time trying to make everything as perfect as it could be. They felt the burden very much that no laughter can be heard from their part of training room. Thinking too hard to do good, to do good. They need to enjoy the stage more, and not focus on being better than team B.

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Seungri saw right through him. Snap out of it, he said. He knew he looked so ing tense, he might die.

But meeting their seniors was always a tense affair for him. Senior's presence never fails to make him feel more inadequate than usual, for they were the embodiment of his target. Stars, idols. Very successful ones. A target that seemed too far out of reach, they might as well go and wish for the sun. That was how far a gap he saw between him and his seniors.

Sometimes though, they just shine so bright; too bright for poor Jinwoo to suppress his feeling of inferiority.

Like now.

When they welcomed trainees like powerful mobs on newcomers initiation.

Damn him and his inferiority complex.

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As soon as the small introduction was over, both teams quickly leave the room. Mino quickly slumped over the nearest wall, excitement getting on his nerve.

"Are you okay?" Jinwoo asked, and Mino's lips formed that beautiful smile Jinwoo adored.

"Jinwoo-hyung," he