- Hmm....something is not right._Yeonjun murmured. He stood in the middle of the practice room, trying out the same dance move for a while, then tilted his head to one side, closing his eyes as if thinking of something, mumbling to himself.

Soobin knew not to disturb his hyung at times like this. Instead, he decided to sit on the floor and rest for a little before resuming practice. It had been hard for the last few days, the team could not go to bed before 1AM, and that's considered early.

- Soobinie!

Soobin snapped his attention to Yeonjun.

- What is it, hyung?

- The dance move in our duet line. I was thinking, what if instead of the shoulder, you grab my neck? That would make it more dramatic, isn't it?

- Uhm...grab your....neck?

Yeonjun rolled his eyes.

- Just come here!

So Soobin came.

Yeonjun angled his body, instructed Soobin on what should be done. They stood close, bodies almost touching. Once again, Yeonjun's smell filled his nostril, and Soobin found it so hard to focus on what the elder was saying. The moment Yeonjun put Soobin's hands to his neck, the older's hot skin mixed with his cold sweat gave Soobin's fingers goosebumps, and the younger boy felt his own breath hitched, his body froze up unconciously. For some unknown reason, Soobin found himself unable to look at Yeonjun in the face. The only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat, beating as fast as when he was dancing a tough choreo.

- Soobinie? Soobin?

A hand grabbed his chin, gently guided his face so that it's directly in front of Yeonjun's, forcing Soobin to look at the older's eyes. Instantly he was caught in warm brown irises, as stable and welcoming as the earth. Normally these eyes would help Soobin to calm down whenever he got nervous, but right then, they were the reason for his anxiousness. Before he could even register, Soobin had pushed the other boy away.

Ashamed of his own action, he blabbered something about having to go to the rest room, then went out of the room almost running.

The rest room in Hybe building was not be the best place for hiding, as there are many people going in and out, so Soobin decided to turn left to the place he knew no one would bother him. He locked himself inside his hidden storage, sat on one of the boxes and buried his face in his hands.

Soobin felt every single unit of his energy had drained out, and all that left was the empty shell of a body. It was as if his stress has finally caught up to him: from the constant practice, from the less-than-5-hour sleeping per day, from the smiling facade reserved for outsiders, from the reliable front that he needed to show his members.

But it was not those things that put him on the edge. He had faced stuffs like that before, he had endured those invisible hardship just fine. No, what was making a difference this time was that in addition to the above pressures, he had developed this strange feeling that was preventing him from practicing his best. That was not okay. And why only in front of Yeonjun? It did not make any sense. It was frustrating since he did not know how the feeling came or how he could chase it away.

He wanted to cry.

But Soobin was the type that rarely cried. Because his mentality was strong enough. So he didn't. Instead, he took a deep breath, willing his heart to calm down and took control of his body once again. The leader of TXT stood up, flicked off some dust from his trousers and prepared himself to walk out of the storage.

There was a knock on the door.

Soobin startled. No one was supposed to know this place (aside from the janitor, of course). He hesitated, unsure of what to do.

The gentle knocking came again.

- Soobin...it's me. Can I come in?

Yeonjun.

Now he really did not know what to do. So he stayed silent.

Soobin heard a distress sigh from the other side of the door. Right away, his hand automatically reacted and turned the doorknob, revealing the older boy. Yeonjun looked up in relief, then stepped into the storage and closed the door behind him.

Yeonjun's smell was even more prominent in the small area of the room. There really was something wrong with me, Soobin thought, as his hearbeat picked up again, and he slightly moved backward.

- How do you know this place?_he asked. Soobin had found this location accidentally, and it had been his secret hide-out ever since. When things were too much, he would come here. The location was secluded, tucked away in a deserted hallway parallel with the main hallway that consisted of practice rooms, only connected by a small walk path.

- Well... I kinda followed you. Nice place, by the way. Good for resting.

Another silence.

In a storage room less than 6m2, with boxes and mops laying left and right, Yeonjun and Soobin stared at each other in total awkwardness. The younger blushed, then hated himself for it. He broke the staring first, looking over the older's head and cleared his throat. That seemed to break the tension, as Yeonjun decided to speak:

- Did I do something wrong?

Soobin was flabgastered. Yeonjun? Did something wrong? It was him who did something wrong, NOT his hyung.

- No, of course not._Soobin hastily replied._ It's me who's wrong, it's me who....

Great, now his throat has started to choke up, and he felt like crying again.

- ...who has this stupid feelings and stupid reactions and stupid...stupid...

Yeonjun must have seen something from his face, because he quickly engulfed Soobin into his arms, hand running soothing circles on Soobin's back as the younger cried on his shoulders. They stayed like that for a while. When Soobin's tears had dried, his emotions finally let out, he could sense his body getting relax in Yeonjun's embrace.

- I want it to go away._he whispered.

Still keeping his hands around the younger, Yeonjun asked:

- ...your feelings? Why?

- Because it's hindering me from working my best. And it's also..._Soobin hesitated_...also affecting our relationship.

Yeonjun's body stiffened upon hearing that confession. He removed the team leader from his hug and looked at the taller boy, something indecipherable in his eyes:

- What do you mean by that?