PART 2

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[LEEMINHO]

Lee Minho was a small boy with big dreams. He loved music. He loved to dance. He's been dancing since kindergarten. Ona day he decided he wanted to fulfill his dream to be a singer. Minho wanted to start from a young age (lying to himself that it's because it's smarter, he just didn't have enough patience to wait even till high school).

Now he was staying in front of the JYP building, staring at it with wide open mouth. Minho was confident. I can do it, thought the boy, I have to do it. That's my dream. That'll be my life. I want to spend my life between these walls.

In that moment he saw a few people with the national geographic logo jackets and cameras filming him and the other competitors.

Here's how the jackets look for anyone wondering.

A middle aged woman came up to Minho and his parents

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A middle aged woman came up to Minho and his parents.

"Would you like to dance or sing something for us. We're making a movie for National geographic about how different people audition for a company and their life as trainees. You look like a talented kid." She asked Minho.

Of course the little boy's confidence flied through the roof, when someone told him he looks talented. So there he is, a few seconds later, in front of the JYP Ent. building, dancing like his life depends on it. He was so proud that decided to put his favorite (and secret) move.

( ya'll know what I'm talking about, so here it is for you to have a good laugh:

[again as with the bang chan video you'll receive an upgraded version, hope you like it] )

The woman with the funny (in Minho's and mine opinion) jacket was pretty satisfied with the result (and the fact that at least one of the many competitors agreed to perform something for their movie). Honestly she was kinda desperate, cause that was her last chance keeping her job. But that's a story for another time now let's go back to our dancer with big dreams.

He was already in the building waiting for his turn. It was a pretty long wait with a lot of nerve-wrecking thoughts, that Minho tried ignoring but the fear that he'll fail and his dream will fail, and his parents would be disappointed, and his life would be miserable, and he'll work in some grocery shop, and that he'll be wearing some nasty wrinkled white shirt all his life, and.....

The list of the worst things that could happen was long. Really long.

Finally after all that his thought was cut off by a voice calling his name. it was his turn. Come on, Minho! Show them who you are! Show them you can do it! Show them you're worthy!

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A week has passed since the audition, and all Minho could do ws wait for a phone call.

A month.

Two months.

Three.

A year.

He was still waiting for the call.

A call that never arrived.

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( put an F in the chat if you think little Minho deserved better, every F is a prayer [not me laughing at all the comments cause I'm an atheist and I don't pray, sorry] )

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Author N here!

How ya doin?

Sorry for the late update (if there's even a person reading this story) I was just having some personal problems.

I'm kinda bored and want to interact with you guys so I think I'll start asking questions at the end of every chapter.

Who's your Stray kids bias? Is he your ult? Why do you bias him?

Mine are Minho and Felix and yes they're my ults. Idk why I bias Minho. I guess I just relate to him too much. And for Felix I just love how nice he is and he's such a cuddle bug.

Sorry for making that chapter so short but i don't think i could put much more in there.

Well that was for me today,

Author N - out!

P.S. please, in any chapter talking about Minho don't use names as Meanho, Minhoe or Meanhoe in the comments. He said himself that he doesn't like being called names like that and I want to respect his will.

Thank you.

Love for all.

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