Screams filled his ears as the members appeared on stage. In the midst of it all, Yoseob actually felt a strange sense of calmness. The fans and their steadfast support always touched him. 

  In a way, he deeply wished that his voice, his group's songs and their performances would be a form of encouragement and motivation for the people who listened to and watched them. He felt that he was not one who could motivate people with his words but he knew that his voice was something that could provide comfort to broken hearts or happiness to complete souls. Not everyone in the world of course, but he knows it was more than a handful of people who sought respite from their melancholies when listening to his angelic voice and he was glad of that. Nobody is by his side but his voice, he wants it to be heard by many, to be a form of relief, to console, to remind others that they aren't alone...unlike him.    So there he was, standing proudly on stage, singing his heart and soul. A message to his fans that they could listen to him to get through their darkest days or simply embrace more light in their brightest moments. Whatever it was, he was there as long as they listen to their songs.    Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as the concert progressed and yet, his smile never faltered. This was what he love doing, this was what he wanted and dreamt of since young. This was what he treasured.    Then, it happened. Despite months of practice, accidents still do happen. Nobody would plan them but they still would occur. His voice broke slightly at a key part and although he reacted smoothly and wrapped up the song beautifully, he couldn't ignore the fact that it happened.    As the stage lights dimmed for the transition to their final song, he felt the pitiful stares from s. He knew that they didn't blamed him, that they wouldn't want him to take it too hard, that they felt that it was a very small mistake as compared to their own. And yet, he knew that they knew that he would blame himself, he would take it hard and he would view it as a huge mistake. His voice all that he had to give. However, he did not give his best.    Every drop of sweat that is emerging from his forehead, his back, his palms... They were no longer from the dancing. They made him feel so cold, too cold in fact.    ..."Just so you know, your voice is as precious as you. It can never be replaced"...    Junhyung's voice echoed in his head. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms but he felt no physical pain. He only felt guilty, ashamed and useless. Guilty that his voice might not be as precious as Junhyung thought. Ashamed that he might have let s, especially Junhyung, down. Useless for even at this very moment, Junhyung was occupying most of his thoughts.     Then, it hit him.   The stage lights shone right at that moment. The show had to go on. Yoseob gathered all his strength and energy to continue performing. However, he was quickly losing control of his own body. He prayed hard that it would be over soon, that if his body were to give up on him, it would be far from the eyes of the fans and the public.    He eyed the hand that was holding the microphone and saw that it was trembl