**Chapter 1: The Fragmented Mind**

Taehyun's eyes fluttered open, and he was met with the familiar sight of his darkened dorm room. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint glow of the moon outside created a sense of calm, but it was short-lived. As he sat up, his mind began to whirl with disjointed thoughts and fragmented memories. He rubbed his temples, trying to massage away the creeping sense of dread that had become all too familiar. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and planted his feet firmly on the ground, a habit he'd developed to ground himself when the voices started. The voices. They were always there, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce. Taehyun had learned to live with them, to manage them, but some days were better than others. As he stood up, his gaze fell upon the photo on his nightstand. It was a picture of him and the other members of TOMORROW X TOGETHER, taken during a particularly good concert. They were all smiling, their arms around each other, and for a moment, Taehyun felt a pang of nostalgia. He missed those carefree days, when the only thing he had to worry about was his next performance. But the voices had other plans. "You're not good enough," a low, raspy voice whispered in his ear. "You'll never be good enough." Taehyun's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for the source of the voice. He knew it wasn't real, that it was just his own mind playing tricks on him, but it was hard to shake off the feeling of unease. He took a deep breath and began to get ready for the day, going through the motions on autopilot. As he dressed, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and froze. For a moment, he saw two Taehyuns staring back at him – the one he presented to the world, and the one that lurked beneath the surface, fragmented and fractured. The voices grew louder, more insistent, as he made his way to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water, his hand shaking slightly as he raised it to his lips. The voices were a constant reminder that he wasn't in control, that his mind was a battlefield. As he took a sip of water, he noticed a text on his phone from Soobin. "Hey, hyung! Meeting at 10 am to discuss the new choreo. Be there on time, okay?" Taehyun's heart sank. He had completely forgotten about the meeting. The voices began to chatter excitedly, telling him he was going to mess up, that he wouldn't be able to keep up. He took another deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand. He had to get to the meeting, had to pretend that everything was fine. But as he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror once more, and for a moment, he wondered – which Taehyun would make it to the meeting today?