"Hey, where are you going?!"

"The washroom."

Sang-Hyeon brushed past Ju-Hyeok and ran to the washroom. Thankfully, no one was in there.

Slam!

Sang-Hyeon slammed his hands on the sink. He was breathing heavily and his heart pounded.

Was he scared? No.

Sang-Hyeon grabbed his chest. He was angry.

Clench...

His white shirt was losing threads. He remembered that he was wearing a borrowed costume and released the pressure. The crumpled shirt slowly gained its shape again.

Sang-Hyeon turned towards the mirror and faced his familiar face. The Sang-Hyeon in the mirror had some meat on his face, red cheeks with a less defined jawline.

His mirrored self told him shamelessly,

‘I'm going to stop because it's not fun anymore.’ 

“Kugh.”

He couldn't breathe for a moment.

Sang-Hyeon glanced down. He could see his immature eyes through his hair. No matter how well he pretended to act, he was still closer to being a child. He couldn't bear the weight of a life-changing lie.

His right hand trembled as it turned on the sink.

Splash...

Warm water flowed out. He gathered the water with his trembling hands...