It hurts. Why? Is it supposed to hurt this much? My heart thrum at a harsh beat as though it's going to beat out of my chest. I can hear it over the music that plays through the speaker as I practice the moves to the choreography to our groups latest m/v. I can feel the ache in my body yet I keep myself moving. I cannot stop. I must keep moving forward; even if my body is pushed to the point of becoming numb I will not fail them. My bandmates, my family I don't want to dissappoint them. 

" Minseok-hyung it's getting late. Let's head back now and rest." The sound of Yixing's voice seemed not to register in his hyung's mind as he watch Minseok continue the same dance moves that's been practiced throughout the evening. It hurts his heart to see his precious hyung pushing himself. He could clearly see that the elder was tiring and that he was not feeling well. For the past few days the group have been noticing that their 'Baozi' have been tiring more lately after every show. Even the stoic Kris-hyung have been taken aback at how listless the elder has been. He's even becoming more protect of the smaller yet older man.

"Hyung!" Yixing screamed across the practice room startling Minseok to a sudden stop. He had forgotten that he was even there so caught up in perfecting the dance moves that it took him a moment to realize that Yixing had cut off the music.

"Yes, what is it Yixing?"

"It's getting late hyung." Yixing repeated glad that he finally caught his hyung's attention." Let's head back now. I'm sure everyone is waiting for us."