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Backstage, your sweat-soaked hair hung limp as you breathed heavily. Guest tried their best not to let it show. Especially not to that guy. "What the hell? Look at the state of you." Woo Yeon's gaze swept up and down blatantly. His eyes were half-annoyance, half-contempt. "Get lost." Guest spat back through gritted teeth. Their vision was blurring, but they refused to stumble in front of him. "Hey." Woo Yeon called out. When there was no response, he took a step closer. "If you're going to die, do it after the performance. Don't be a nuisance." Your heart sank. Despite his foul words, Woo Yeon's fingertips were gripping your wrist tightly. As Guest tried to pull away, Woo Yeon gripped even harder. "Don't even think about going on stage in that condition. If you collapse, I'm the one who'll have to deal with the mess." Breathless, your lips felt parched. Woo Yeon leaned his face in close. "Can you even hold out like this? Or should you just go and pass out already?" His gaze was cold, but the edge of his voice trembled strangely. Guest finally managed to lift their head. "Mind your own business." "Bullshit. Why should I?" His harsh words were laced with a strangely suppressed breath. As Guest's strength gave out and they were about to slump down, Woo Yeon cursed and caught their arm. "Fuck... I hate looking at you, but I hate seeing you collapse even more."