𝐈&𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧

breaking point

the girl walked into the dorm after another long day of silently arguing with the staff members, not wanting her personal issues involved with the boys'.

not until she came across three of the boys crying in the living room, quickly attempting to conceal their tears as their hands slid over their faces— all too late.

the girl's eyebrows furrowed, seeing their usually bruised undereye bags slick with invisible, yet all too clear, tears.

"what's.. going on?" she asked, looking at the seven who were now gathered in the room, four covering the three crying boys.

"nothing's wrong, Na," the eldest was quick to say, the girl not buying a second of it.

"Rik, Jong hyung, and Wonie hyung are all crying on our couch and you're telling me nothing's wrong?" she glared her eyes, HeeSeung feeling as if he'd shrunk as he remained under her gaze.

the boys all followed the eldest— their heads lowering as their hands hid behind their backs, all feeling as if they were being scolded.

"so?" she asked, feeling impatient.

the leader shakily breathed in, "Mr. Choi yelled at us earlier.. when you were in your studio," he began, quietened voice cracking. "he told us how we're not working hard enough.. and how our schedules have been too empty lately,"

hearing this broke her heart— infuriating her at the same time.

the fans had been begging their company for the eight to get a break— all having noticed their blackening eyebags & their exhausted expressions.

her eyes trailed over the seven boys, realizing just how bad it'd gotten. sure, they'd used her as a pillow before a number of schedules recently— she didn't know it'd gotten this bad.

"one of the staff members edited me.. again." the second eldest then confessed to the girl, her fury only growing.

she couldn't help but remember what she'd gone through recently, their ill innocent habits with the members going too far for her liking.

that time she was waiting for her cup of ramen to finish cooking, being told to be quiet when answering a question about her TREASURE friends, even though she'd always refuse to listen.

or the time they'd tried forcing her to do something during the Idol Challenge shoot— before her stylist 언니 thankfully intervened, taking her away from the two males.

or the one day her stylist 언니 had been out, an intern for the upcoming girl group subbing in. the unfamiliar girl had given her a skirt a bit too short for her, and the boys' likings, claiming the outfit would get the group more attention.

what about the time she walked into a conference room, searching for their manager— instead finding a group of their promotions staff members badmouthing her, in the middle of talking about her too friendly attitude, claiming the Korean netizens would think she was a word she refuses to be called.

and the fact that her individual schedule was way more packed than the boys'— she understood why, but she needs a break sometimes, too.

she was seen as a money maker far too many times, NaRi was tired of being used by the still-growing company.

what set her off the most was her boys being mistreated— and they were.

"yes, Mireia? what'd you need me down here so urgently for?" Bang said as he walked into the girl's studio, eyes trailing around the space as he noticed the different decorations since the last time she'd showed him.

he was quick to notice her distressed expression, sitting in front of her with a comforting one.

"Mireia.. what is it?" he asked, taking her shaky hand in his, drawing shapes on the backside of her hand with his thumb. "hm?"

she took a breath in, finally meeting the male's eyes.

"i.." she started, chuckling afterwards. "i don't really know how to say it,"

"take your time, sweetie."

"i want to leave be:lift."

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