Hanbin finds himself wondering whether or not that music is for him. He sits in the studio, at the desk in front of the computer. He stares at the computer screen. Hanbin groans out of frustration. He rakes a hand through his red hair. The young male looks at his phone and checks the time. It is two in the morning. Everyone left an hour ago. He shuts the computer down and leaves the studio.

            He walks to the dorm. He walks slowly and takes in the morning air. His lungs take in the air and exhales. The young male takes in deep breathes. He doesn’t think that all of this is worth it. He stops walking and stands there. Hanbin questions if being a trainee is the right thing. He rubs his arm. He lifts up his sleeve and traces over the cuts there. It burns, he thinks. He placed a bandage on them earlier and some are healed already. He sighs and rolls his sleeve down. He keeps walking. It’s almost three in the morning by the time he gets back.

He quietly enters the dorm. He slips his shoes off and tiptoes to his shared room. He opens the door. Jiwon is snoring. Junhoe is still awake. Hanbin looks at the younger male. He doesn’t climb into his bed. Instead he climbs into Junhoe’s bunk. The younger male raises an eyebrow.

“Go to sleep in your own bed,” Junhoe whispers.

“Is that how you treat the leader?” Hanbin asks.

            Junhoe pushes the elder male away from him. Hanbin tells him that he’ll buy him anything he wants. Junhoe agrees. Hanbin crawls under the blanket with the taller male.

“Thank you,” Hanbin whispers.

            Junhoe dislikes this. He dislikes it when Hanbin doesn’t tell him anything. He shouldn’t dislike this because he never tells Hanbin anything either. He doesn’t know how to express his emotions to any of the other members. H