“Okay guys, that’s it for today,” Hoseok announces, shutting off the track. Kihyun doesn’t even have the energy to reply, he merely plops down on the nearest chair and stares blankly at the wooden floor. His throat feels as if he’s been gargling brillo pads with acid, and his body screams at him in protest with even the slightest bit of movement. He hears the others around him complain yet again about how hungry they are, how tired, but he can’t muster up more than the smallest of nods.

“You coming with us, hyung?” Yoonho asks, standing as the others begin gathering their things. Hoseok shakes his head, commenting on how he wants to work a bit more on the song before heading out.