After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

Just like a drop of water falling on a mirror-like surface, like a layer of gauze covering a sculpture being pulled off, Song Shengshi finally understood the facts behind the haziness.

He seemed unable to leave them.

Even if his mind allows him to function normally and complete what he should do, his body's reactions will not lie.

There was no more arguing between Coups and CEO Kim as they argued to turn down unreasonable schedules, or the soft groans of being teased by their younger brothers; there was no morning when Jeonghan, in a loose shirt, lazily greeted him with a glass of milk and handed him a glass;

There was no Joshua struggling in front of a jewelry box over which glasses to wear as decoration and finally choosing not to wear them because he was not used to them; there was no Wen Junhui dragging him to choose which takeout restaurant to eat after practice at noon;

You can’t see Hoshi’s sweaty back during practice, or him running to the TV to watch the hit drama “Goblin” immediately after practice; you can’t see Wonwoo rolling around the practice room because of muscle soreness, but he refuses to help him stretch and relax.

There was no Woozi sitting next to him, handing him headphones and asking him how the audio clip sounded, and then asking him to say a few words to inspire him to write lyrics, although every time he would make Teacher Li fall to the ground with laughter; there was no Minghao who would walk up to him, hold his hand, point to the sky, and say that the sunset was so beautiful;

When he went to bed, there was no Kim Min-kyu's arm suddenly placed on his waist, and that body that was always warmer than his, and no bones crackling while he stretched in the morning while trying to squeeze him into his arms; there was no Lee Seok-min's coquettish voice of "Sheng-shi-ni~" and the sudden high notes in the waiting room, as clear as mint leaves, which made everyone who woke up in the early morning suddenly perk up;

There is no Seungkwan who would drag him to the indoor sports field to play badminton or basketball, and if he performed well, he would pinch his earlobes and rub his shoulders to express praise; there is no Vernon who is stable and rational but occasionally silly and naughty, wearing popular clothes with an expressionless face and pulling up his pants to reveal the cartoon socks of "Rick and Morty";

Without Li Can following behind him and saying, "Brother, does it hurt here? It's better to push harder like this..."

Song Shengshi felt like crying. He really missed them, but because he ran away secretly and because of Xu Ruotang, his teammates misunderstood him.

So they were right to be angry with him and give him the cold shoulder.

But he still felt very sad. He had originally planned to go back and tell them all the truth after the show, then make things clear and rebuild a trusting relationship. But now it seems that his body can't endure until then.

"Can I take medicine to control it?" Song Shengshi no longer had the strength to speak. He lowered his head and spoke in a sullen tone.

"Yes, there is..." The doctor was about to prescribe medicine, looked up at Song Shengshi's back, suddenly smiled, and said: "But the best antidote is to go back to the person you miss."

"But I have to be able to go back." Fatigue surged from deep within my body, running along my spine and spreading to every corner of my body.

"The antidote seems to be right behind you." The doctor covered his mouth and smiled.

"What?" Song Shengshi looked up, then seemed to suddenly react. He turned around abruptly and saw his teammate standing at the door with red eyes.

Thinking it was an hallucination, a sour feeling rushed to Song Shengshi's nose. He walked quickly towards his teammates until he fell into Choi Seungcheol's strong arms and heard the crying voices of other teammates.

Shengshi... Sorry, we are too late.

"What?" Song Shengshi was a little bit unbelievable. He took a few steps back and said in Korean: "Is it really here? I thought I was hallucinating. What should I do with the practice? I have to return in a week..."

"Hey kid, the one who should be worried the most should be you who has missed practice for so many days. Your important younger brother is sick, and you are still focusing on practice. That's too cold-blooded." Kwon Soon-young pouted and muttered.

Everyone hugged each other and pinched each other. It was the first time in 10 days that we had touched each other. It really felt like a treasure was lost and recovered, and we were reluctant to let go.

Song Shengshi's stomach growled in response and he felt a little ashamed, but Wen Junhui burst into laughter and raised his hand to show Song Shengshi the century egg and lean pork porridge he bought downstairs.

"Your attending physician said that you have severe hypoglycemia symptoms and you need to eat well."

At the recommendation of the psychologist, all of them went to the lounge next door, found a low table and sat around it. In the lounge decorated with children's cartoons, they chatted while watching Song Shengshi drink all the porridge one mouthful at a time. Yoon Jeonghan also carefully helped Song Shengshi button up his collar and straightened his collar.

Song Shengshi finished the porridge, felt a little full, so he put down the spoon and immediately put a steamed dumpling to his lips.

"Shengshi, eat quickly, this is delicious." Fu Shengkuan said while chewing.

"Wow, this is for Shengshi, why are you eating it!" Xu Minghao started to beat the oranges, a specialty of Jeju Island.

Everyone was having a great time, and Song Shengshi took advantage of the opportunity to eat seven or eight more dumplings.

The uncomfortable and churning feeling in his stomach that he felt almost as soon as he came into contact with food completely disappeared the moment he saw his teammates. Song Shengshi naively thought that it was because his attention was diverted. Only the psychologist who was standing nearby and observing him understood the reason.

"Are you Mr. Song Shengshi's teammates?" The psychologist felt warm when he saw the scene in front of him, and he also realized the importance of informing his teammates about Song Shengshi's psychological problems.

"Mr. Song Shengshi, please wait outside for a while. I have something to tell your teammates." said the psychologist.

"Can't I stay and listen together? I need to understand some psychological problems more objectively, so that the next time I encounter a physical condition, I can deal with it more rationally and clearly and find solutions, right?" Song Shengshi looked up and did not show any taboo about his psychological problems.

"It may cause a secondary..." The doctor wanted to say this, but when he saw Song Shengshi's eyes, he realized that he could not be treated as an ordinary patient.

"It's okay, you can choose to stay." The doctor nodded, acknowledging Song Shengshi's courage.

Xu Minghao and Wen Junhui translated together and informed their teammates of the conversation between the doctor and Song Shengshi.

After listening to the simultaneous interpretation of his Chinese teammates, Choi Seung-cheol stood beside Song Sheng-shi, thoughtfully. Finally, he raised his hand and stroked the top of Song Sheng-shi's head, making his already untidy hair even more messy.