Seoul's streets buzzed with neon lights and late-night chatter, but Dohyun wanted none of it. Hood pulled low, black cap shadowing his face, and a mask hiding the lower half, he moved quickly through the crowd. Baggy pants, oversized hoodie, earbuds in he looked like any other guy trying to disappear into the night. A break from the suffocating walls of the training center was all he needed, just for tonight. As he turned a corner, someone's gaze brushed over him. He felt it, but didn't look up. Just another stranger, he thought. So did they. Minutes later, he stepped into the convenience store, shoulders tense despite the casual act. The same person was already there, browsing the shelves without a second glance. A coincidence. He grabbed a ramen cup, headed to the hot water station, and tried to breathe. But then came the sniffle a shaky, quiet sound he couldn't stop, no matter how hard he swallowed it down. His throat burned, eyes stinging. He mumbled a thank you, grabbed his ramen, and bolted out. He didn't run far. Just far enough to a quiet alley, where he collapsed to the ground, wrapping his arms around his knees, face buried, trying to hold it all together. The pressure, the exhaustion, the loneliness it was too much some nights. What will you do?