Jr POV

That night I tossed and turned in bed trying to shut out all that happened in the day. How did it come to this? I couldn't think straight as my thoughts jumbled together, intertwining between nightmare and reality, picturing Ren and Minhyun in my mind as their faces became distorted and warped into one. I imagined the hatred they would have for each other, the anger, the unkindness but still there watching me, waiting for me. I was sweating now, pulling off my bed sheets, trying to get the cool night air to my burning body. The silence of the room made me even more panicked. The thought of having to wake up tomorrow and seeing the two pairs of needy eyes gaze wanting my help and encouragement me made me feel sick. I have never felt like this before, this is the opposite of how I usually am. Normally I am the one on top of my emotions, living with answers to everything life throws at me, however tonight is different and I don't know what I am afraid of more.

My admirers. Or myself.

'BANG! BANG! BANG!'

'WAKE UP!' screamed an obviously angry Aron as he pushed open my door.

'What the hell happened in here!' questioned a shocked Aron removing the duvet and pillow off the ground, away from the door, placing it on the bed.

Lifting my head off my bed I saw Aron's face change as he swiftly closed the door behind him and crouched down next to me staring directly into my eyes.

'Jr you really don't look good. Is everything alright?' spoke a concerned Aron, moving my hair away from my still sweat soaked forehead.

I laid there; trying not to lose is, thinking of something to say to get Aron off my case. I know Aron is only trying to help me but I just don't want him or anyone else to have to deal with this, this pathetic excuse of a person.

'Yeah, I am fine. Just a nightmare about a massive spider, that's all.' I jokingly said to a worried looking Aron , although this moment right now was more like the nightmare I didn't want to face.

I delayed myself as much as possible in meeting everyone for breakfast in the kitchen. Taking a shower didn't help, the fear and panic were still pumping through my veins and with every thought of meeting the others the less and less I could breath.

Finally plucking up the courage I made my way to the kitchen, breathing in as much oxygen my shallow breaths could take. Maybe it won't be that bad? Maybe Minhyun was only joking, making me look like a fool in believing him?

Within the kitchen stood only two. Ren and Minhyun. Of all the people it had to be, it was those two. Freezing on the spot I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to escape this nightmare. But is it really them I am scared of?

'Hey what are you doing?' asked a curious Ren as he slid his arms around my waist pulling me into a hug. I couldn't deal with it. Slipping out from his grasp I turned and walked out the door pulling my jacket from its hook glancing back at the two confused slightly concerned faces on my way out.

Although the early morning air normally makes me feel at ease, I couldn't help but feel trapped, wanting to break free from this state of confusion. It didn't take me long to get to the place I needed to be, the dance studio. Standing inside the empty lifeless studio I couldn't help but think of yesterdays practice, speaking to Ren like normal, Aron and Baekho asleep on the floor after their big night and a dazed Minhyun. How could it be that so much has changed within a night? How? Why? What am I doing? All these questions flooded my mind once again.

It took the others over an hour before they decided to turn up for practice. I managed to calm myself down but still looked like a maniac as the dark red circles hovered under my eyes giving me a fright looking in the wall length mirror for the first time today. Entering the studio all eyes were fixed on me, crouching in the corner. They didn't say much, the small simile, a nod of the head. Throughout practice I could tell Minhyun was keeping his distance although I caught him several times looking my way. For a change Aron took control, knowing something wasn't quite right with me today as ii thanked him quietly as he walked by.

'No problem, just today though right?' he replied with a little smile and a hand on my shoulder.

My energy was quickly fading as empty stomach began to toss. My vision had started to become more and more unfocused and my mind had given up on the routine we had been practicing for weeks. The harder I tried to get the routine right, the worse I got. However the feeling I got from the dance made me forget my problems, feeling like I was floating, floating away from all the troubles. But I was the only one dancing. The others in front of me, staring as Aron came closer and closer. And that's when I fell.

Opening my eyes, I could see the blurry members huddled around me with worried looks on their faces.

'Whoa man I really hope you are not crying over breaking a nail!' Baekho laughed out, receiving a stern look from a concerned Aron.

'W-w-what?' I spat out, lifting my limp arm up to my eyes, feeling the tears forming even. Trying to get up I was met by Ren and Minhyun fussing over me, reaching for my lifeless body as I pushed away with all my strength at them.

'DON'T TOUCH me!' I shouted at them, my voice fading out towards the end. 'Why did I do that?!' I thought, 'they are only trying to help.' Realising they weren't wanted, Ren and Minhyun moved back, leaving Aron to help me to my feet which I kindly accepted after a moment of sitting on the ground. I didn't want a fuss so I wiped my face dry with my sleeve and ordered the others to practice some more.

My vision became a blur again as I tried with all my might to dance, it wasn't happening. I could sense the member's annoyance as I looked around trying to figure out what move was next through my unfocused eyes. A low buzzing sound consumed my hearing blocking out the sound of the music. I heard a muffled low sounding voice, Baekho's, as he grabbed my shoulder and shouted in centimetres away from my ear.

'What the fuck are you doing! Can't you do anything right?'

The words floated in my head, blocking out all my senses; first the feeling of Baekho crushing my shoulder, then my dry mouth gasping for water, the distinct smell of the studio, the aggravating buzzing noise.

And then there was darkness.