Doojoon told us what we would do next as he walked over to the radio to skip some songs. "You wanna drink something?" Junhyung took a sip before he handed me the bottle. I nodded, still trying to catch my breath, and emptied it. 'Beautiful' started as I put the bottle back on the floor. I loved the song pretty much and danced with all the passion I had left after 3 hours of non-stop moving. Sometimes I glanced over to him through the mirror. That's the best thing about training. Glancing. Because no one would recognize it and even IF anyone would see it, they would simply think I forgot a step and wanted to get sure about it.
I'd say the fact that I was already red from being breathless was pure luck because otherwise he would have seen me blushing as he looked right back at me. I tried to concentrate again but to be honest: I failed miserably. I tripped and my butt greeted the floor. To break my fall I reached out with my hand but this only led to an extending pain in my hand. The others stopped and looked at me while I held my wrist. Our youngest came to me and helped me to get up. "Thanks..." I tried to avoid any eye contact but Dongwoon kept on asking if I was alright. I just nodded forcing myself to smile. Pretty embarrassed I mumbled if I could take a break to cool down my arm. Doojoon agreed and so I left the room.
As I reached the changing room I thought: "Calm the hell down. You already failed some times before, just like the others did, too. He won't think you're a complete loser." I inhaled deeply and sat down on a bench which remembered me of my hurting wrist but I couldn't concentrate on that now. Just some seconds later I stood up again and walked up and down the room. "But what if they are talking about you right now? What if they're laughing and making jokes about me?" I actually didn't want to think about that but once I started I couldn't think about anything else. "Gosh." I said out loudly. I felt the tears coming up in my eyes.
Dongwoon sat in front of the giant mirror, always keeping an eye on the door. He waited for his hyung to come back. The others discussed about a dance move that Junhyung didn't get. Doojoon checked the time and for a moment he looked a bit worried. Standing up, Dongwoon went over to the rest as the leader announced that Yoseob was already gone for 20 minutes. "Continue practicing, I'll go and check on Seob." They nodded and he left the room.
He searched in the dressing room but couldn't find anyone. Even Yoseob's bag was gone. Doojoon went back to the group, saying that there was no one to be found. Hyunseung raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms. Gikwang and Junhyung looked at each other a little confused. Dongwoon walked out to look for his hyung by himself. Without any success. So all of them decided to end the training and search inside the dorm.
After half an hour, still without any hint, Hyunseung and Junhyung met each other as they tried to open one of Yoseob's wall closets. All of his clothes and other stuff was still where it belonged. After closing it again they left the room and kept on searching.
Meanwhile, Yoseob was sitting on a bench in the park which was close to the dorm. It was autumn and the trees were almost bald. The remaining leaves fell silently to the ground while a man scraped them together with a rake. Some children were collecting chest nuts when suddenly a squirrel appeared. It ran past them and they screamed in excitement. Yoseob couldn't help but smile as they kept following it through the whole park. His smile faded away as an old couple in long coats passed by, holding hands. The boy sighed and decided to walk around a little more. He even thought about never going back to the dorm, the entertainment, the group, him. Flashing a little smile he put his hands in his pockets to find some money in there. He got excited because with that money he could buy a train or bus ticket or a taxi, visit his family and stay there for a while. Or maybe not. "This is something... I have to do alone...", he thought as he kept on walking.