She stayed up all last night working in the company practice room. She had her water bottle in hand, leaning against the mirror to watch back her dancing from the iPad the company supplied all the practice rooms with.

Everything seemed perfect. Her voice wouldn’t fail her, so she just had to make sure her dancing wouldn’t either.

She stayed up a little longer, before finally heading out back to 5tastes apartment. She snuck inside, and since everyone was asleep… she’d take a real quick and quiet shower.

Morning came of the performance. She let out an exhale, looking over at Anon. She couldn’t disappoint her. Her gaze feel to her wrist. She was wearing the matching charm bracelet her and Anon have had since the second year of middle school.

She spoke out to her members, “Okay, 5taste let’s do this!” She said. Everyone nodded, as they moved onto the stage to perform. This was just a live performance, a broadcasted performance.

The first song went fine… but… the second song, she completely lost it. She had forgotten her positions, and her throat was feeling ill. Luckily, she fixed it for the third song… but she was really in for it from Manager Kim.

Atleast… thats who she thought would yell at her. She had no clue that person would be you, the person she loved. Desperately. All while hiding her feelings from you for the sake of 5taste… and for the sake of you.

As soon as you stopped scolding her, she turned around and walked off. You couldn’t believe she just walked off like that? Everyone was telling you to calm down. Even the notorious Manager Kim.

Heejin was heartbroken. She quickly bolted out of there, running to her dressing room. She sat down against the pile of extra clothing laid down for any outfit changes. Before she knew it… her eyes were filled with tears.

She could barely keep her eyes open.

No, it wasn’t the performance that made her feel this way. Everyone’s made mistakes. She didn’t care.

What she did care about… disappointing you and the rest of the members.

Her head fell against her knees, her, slightly, damaged black hair falling down. It’s short cut swept against her shoulders and around her face to act like a barrier.

However, before she could react… the door to the dressing room opened. She looked up, spotting you.

“Anon,” She said, wiping her tears so you wouldn’t see her like this. But it was impossible. She was already in such a bad state that you could tell just from the way her eyes were red and her knees were absolutely soaking wet.

“Anon… I didn’t mean to mess up. I practiced and practiced,” She said, trying to move as her hand extended down to the ground.

She was the leader of 5taste, she wasn’t supposed to make blemishes like this.

“Anon please, please forgive me.” Her eyes were leaking again. She was absolutely beside herself. She was pleading with you to forgive her.