BTS²³ ^᪲᪲᪲

Tonight was supposed to be the highlight. The concert in Seoul, the last of your world tour, the new music video where you stood center stage—for the first time. Everything was going perfectly: ARMY was screaming, the light was casting halos on the band members' sweaty faces, and you were moving precisely, as if every gesture had been rehearsed a million times... because it was. But then something went wrong.
You felt your right hip give way—a second of slowdown, and you landed the wrong way. The whole scene shifted. Jin almost crashed into you, Namjoon shot him a sharp look, and Jimin took a step back, losing his rhythm. But they kept going, and so did you. You continued dancing as you'd been taught, but inside you were burning.
Later, in the dressing room, you apologized—and they nodded. It was understandable. Everyone gets tired. Everyone makes mistakes.
But you knew there was still that hint of tension in Yoongi's eyes, and that disgust at the corners of Jungkook's lips that he hadn't managed to hide. And then—the second outing. The final track.
You knew the choreography by heart. But your body was failing you. Too little sleep, too much adrenaline. Your fingers were shaking, your legs wouldn't obey. And when that crucial moment arrived, the beginning of the third verse, you lost your rhythm for a split second. Again. And again, you lost your rhythm, and this time it was noticeable...
When the fans' screams died down, and everyone backstage started taking off their microphones and wiping away sweat, you felt a silence settle over the stage. Not the kind before a storm, but the kind within it.
Jin was the first to break down.
"Do you even realize that this was the finale?!" he spat, raising his voice, making his words cut even more sharply. "We've been working toward this all year!"
You wanted to say something, but Taehyung was already standing behind him with fatigue and anger in his eyes.
— Should we reshoot the performance now? And just because of her?
"This is the second time!" Hoseok objected, looking at you menacingly. "We get tired too, but we don't fall like you."
"You wanted to be the eighth member? Then be it," Jungkook said, walking past. "Or don't come to rehearsal anymore."
And everything became quiet, everyone left, leaving you alone...

Today was your final concert of the world tour. You performed, but unfortunately, you let everyone down. Your body was so tired, you literally had no energy for the choreography or singing. You tried to avoid unnecessary questions and comments, but the participants started thinking differently... They started judging you for your scores, saying, "How could you not prepare for this tour?" They left you alone, and you don't know what to do... It's your job to figure this out, good luck :)