Sunggyu's POV

I don't know when I began to feel this overwhelming sense of guilt, but I knew I had to hide it from my bandmates. I couldn't let them know I was weak. It would just be one more thing to hold over my head. So, I hide the crushing shame behind smiles and laughter. Sometimes I find my mask crumbling, though. But, it's easy to pass it off as a cold or flu, even exhaustion. Just as long as no one knows I'm depressed, then everything is alright.

"Yeobo, you can be such a pabo sometimes." Woohyun chuckled as he lovingly pressed his warm lips against mine. I hide the pain of the sting of my bofriend's own words. Just stay strong. I must not show anymore weakness.

"Neh, jagi, but you're just as silly." I replied teasingly. While that was true, it was also a blatant lie. Woohyun is handsome, and talented, and most importantly, he could be a fool and remain confident that the MCs and the fans will love him. I'm not that lucky. I'm not homely by any means, and I have quite a bit of talent (music, atmittidly, is my passion), but I don't even have to make a mistake for someone to attack my actions. Because, I am the leader. I should be strong, smart, quick witted, and confident. But, I find myself exhausted constantly, my tongue is not as sharp as my dongsaengs', my wit can be dull, and my confidence is slowly fading away.

"Mh, goodnight, saranghae." Woohyun pulled me close to his body, and I find myself seeking more of his comforting warmth an