Seungwoo hated this latest comeback.
He was putting on a happy face, like he always did, when his members showed enthusiasm for the track and the concept. He honestly was considering giving acting a shot since he had gotten so much practice at lying to people. But he was doing his best, smiling and singing to the best of his ability in the booth to the smiling faces of his members. He got through all of his parts in only one or two takes, earning some “You go, King!”s from his friends, but he couldn’t feel the compliments hit. The song was so... empty, so hollow that no matter how well he performed it, it wouldn’t feel good.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom, but he really just needed a break. He snuck his way up to the roof and sighed contentedly as the fresh air hit his lungs. He laid down on the ground and closed his eyes, figuring he could take five minutes of solitude before anyone wondered why he was gone so long. He had the faintest hint of a smile on his face as he simply enjoyed the silence before his eyes shot open at the sound of the door opening behind him.