The moment he left the hospital room, Flea took a deep breath.
“It’s okay… I can do it...”
The words came out almost automatically.
It seemed like something I said to myself before anyone else asked.
The wheelchair glided down the hallway.
The fluorescent lights reflected on the floor flickered on and off at regular intervals.
“Today… I’m just going to take a quick look at the rehearsal, right?”
Flea nodded.
“Yes. It’s okay to look at it.”
‘Seeing.’
After that, the words ‘I don’t have to sing’ were not added.
The moment I opened the practice room door, a familiar air swept in.
The smell of instruments, the dust on the floor, the low hum of an amplifier.
“You’re here?”
Eunho spoke briefly,
Flee smiled and waved.
“Everyone… hello… hehe… how have you been?”
Bambi came first.
“How are you feeling?”
“It’s okay…!! I’m working hard on treatment...”
Eunho looked at Flea once without saying a word,
I looked down at my legs and then back up at Flee's face.
He didn't say anything.
Rehearsal started faster than expected.
Flea took the microphone from a seat a little way off to the side of the stage.
“Just the sound… I’ll try to match it once…!”
Without even a moment to clear my throat,
MR came out.
Flee took a deep breath.
"🎶You are the first thing in my eyes~"
The first verse was stable, and my throat condition wasn't too bad.
‘It’s okay.’
The moment I thought that,
That's where the problem started.
In the section going up to the falsetto
The sound shook very slightly.
Eunho caught it right away and immediately raised his head.
“…….”
Flea acts like nothing happened
He continued singing again.
Second falsetto,
This time I was a little out of breath.
I dragged it out to the end, but
The last note was not clean.
When the song ended,
A brief silence fell in the practice room.
"Flya"
"...."
"Fly?"
Eunho called.
"Huh...yeah...?"
"Kids, I need to talk to Flea for a minute... Could you please step aside?"
"Uh..huh? Okay, it'll be inconvenient for Flee to move, so we'll go!! Haha..."
Bambi noticed Eunho's mood and quickly left the room with his team members.
“You practiced too hard yesterday.”
Flea shook his head reflexively.
“Ah... no.”
Eunho looked at Flea without saying anything.
The gaze was strangely deep.
“You really didn’t do it?”
"…yes."
There is a moment of silence,
Bambi, who had peeked his head toward the door, carefully opened his mouth.
“In your current condition… it might be a bit difficult to be on stage… your throat is a bit sore..?”
In that word,
The corners of Flea's mouth hardened slightly.
“Then you don’t have to do it.”
"Flya"
“....”
Flea put the mic down.
There was strength in his hands.
“It was all my fault that things changed.”
The voice got faster and faster.
“The directing, the flow, the stage composition.
“Then I have to do better...”
Bambi stopped talking.
Meanwhile, Eunho spoke quietly.
“That’s not something you can take responsibility for alone.”
Fleet raised his head.
"no."
This time, he was firm.
“Everyone is doing this because of me.
“Well then… I guess I should do this much.”
Eunho's face hardened.
“Hey, Kimplee.”
“I’m sorry, I… I’m not feeling well, so I’ll have to go now…”
That means,
This time I was a little nervous.
Flea was pushing the wheelchair in a hurry, and staggered down the hallway.
"Uh...uh..."
"Kimplee!!!!!!!!"
I barely managed to avoid falling because Eunho followed me in an instant, shouting.
"... Are you going to keep doing this? I'll take you there, so don't talk and just stay still."
"....yes..."
On the way back to the hospital room,
Fleet was speechless.
I smiled again in front of my parents.
“...I just watched the rehearsal today.
My condition was also good... hehe”
My parents nodded with relieved faces.
“Don’t push yourself too hard. You’re the most important thing. You understand?”
"yes..."
After the lights in the hospital room went out,
Flee blinked, looking up at the ceiling.
Flea closed her eyes quietly.
And I thought.
‘If only I could do a little better…
I don't think anyone needs to worry.
‘I guess it’s my fault for being lacking…?’
That thought
Even though I knew it was dangerous, it kept running through my head.
The corridor outside the hospital room,
Eunho didn't move for a while.
Flea's face in the practice room
It kept coming to mind.
The expression on his face was still anxious...
“This kid’s current condition... seems a bit strange...”
Eunho muttered quietly.
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