A tired sigh escaped from his lips. He stared at his reflection, lips thinning and brows furrowing. He was breathing heavily, desperately trying to catch his breath. He gulped slowly as he continued with his staring. He was drenched with his own sweat; his hair was even annoyingly sticking to his forehead. He looked an utter mess. He scowled at himself. He really shouldn’t be here at all.

Soonyoung had given the dance team a week off. They weren’t making any headway with their choreography. Their synchronisation was off and their movements still lacked its normal fluidity and flawlessness. Everything was just too awkward and too frustrating to watch. If they continued to practice with the way they were doing, the results would surely be far from their expectations. They would definitely fail especially if they continued to push themselves. That’s why Soonyoung had banned everyone from the dance studio for a whole week, so they could all rejuvenate their body as well as their spirit. It was a much needed break for everyone.

Yet Soonyoung, being his usual stubborn and hardworking self, still practiced until well into the night and until his limbs were screaming. He shook his head at his own selfishness.

He turned off the music and grabbed for his water bottle. He was seriously drained. He slid onto the floor and greedily downed his cool drink.

Soonyoung suddenly found himself too exhausted to move. It seemed like gravity had made him immobile. He tiredly sighed, putting his water bottle away. He slumped onto his back and laid on the floor. He honestly felt like sleeping. His eyelids were even getting heavier by the second.

No more than a minute has passed, S