"You don't look so good. Why don't we take a break?" Chaeryeong quietly says, glancing through the mirror at Yeji's pale face. 

They have a performance coming up in about a week and everyone is feeling a little tense at their leader's exhaustion that shows clear through her slight wince every time she's got to bend and twirl, the purple bruises under her eyes and the way her once rosy cheeks are now an ashen white. 

"No, it's alright. I can do it." Yeji pants, hands on her knees, evidently trying to catch her breath and perhaps, clear her head from the migraine she's been complaining about for a few days now.

Under normal circumstances, she'd have been the first to call for another round of practice. 

Everyone looks at each other with a slight frown, Yeji being none the wiser, what with her head still pounding and her gaze still focused on the ground trying very hard to steady herself. 

Ryujin moves quickly to Yeji's side, then whispers, "You're clearly exhausted. A five minute break if anything, alright?" She tugs her hand, brings her to sit and mutters, "We're all tired too." 

Yeji nods her head, absolutely out of it. Ryujin's voice is a little faint in her ears, like static noises and she feels so far away. Dark spots appear behind her eyelids and it feels as though she has been, all the while, looking directly at the sun. Nothing is coherent and she feels herself falling down for her limbs are just like blocks of cinder, waiting to ignite and burn until nothing is left of her. 

"Come here," Ryujin holds her waist, and brings her head down to her shoulders. It instantly makes her want to sob with the comfort it brings. 

Her back and neck and shoulders are aching and all she wants is to collapse for days. 

Bringing the mouth of her bottle to Yeji's lips, Ryujin mutters, "Drink some, you'll feel much much better." 

The moment she has taken a few sips of water, Yeji feels like she can finally breathe a little. Instinctively, she clutches