(Un)Lost

MAGIC

When my alarm rings at 7am I think it's some kind of joke. Then, I realize it isn't. When I got in last night, the door to Emma's room was closed and she was in bed asleep with her headphones on. I didn't wake her up to have a chat, because I feel like we can talk later. I have a feeling she'll be home. I have clients at the gym from 9am until 1pm, and then after a lunch break it's back to sorting out stuff for the Ateez comeback. I get myself ready for the gym when there's a ping on the intercom. The HYBE parcel. Fuck. I press the button to let the courier in and open the door to be prepared. A middle aged man shows up holding a small parcel and I sign for it. I go back into the apartment and look at the time. 8.10 am. I have time. I walk over to my computer, turn it on and plug in my headphones. I insert the usb stick into a usb port and wait for it to load. There it is. A single mp3 file. I click on it, kind of holding my breath. It's a minute long, edited pieces of the song together to not give too much away. For an untrained ear, it'd probably be impossible to hear what group it is. But I know. The second I hear Yeonjun's voice I just know. TXT. I want to call Paige immediately and tell her but I know I can't. I check my phone and and there's a message from Han.

H: Good morning.

H: What's your plans today?

H: Do you have time for me later?

I smile.

B: Morning. Heading to the gym now for work! Then I'm heading to KQ for a bit.

B: Ah, of course I have time. Do you?

H: I'll make time!

H: Same as yesterday?

B: Sure!

H: Okay! I'll call you later

I head for the gym and when I get into the car I connect my phone to the sound system and press play on Magic by TXT. Perfect song for today. I drive towards the gym when TXT are interrupted by a ringing noise. I check the screen and smile.

"Ah... Jung Wooyoung" I say as I pick up.

"Why! Why are you using my full name!" He exclaims. "I've done nothing wrong."

I laugh. "I know. I'm just messing with you."

"Aish..."

"What's that now?"

"Ah nothing" he says and laughs. "What's up?"

"I'm on my way to the gym. Got clients today!"

"Oh, okay. Are you coming here later?"

"Yeah" I say. "I am, after like 1pm I think. I have clients till 1pm then I gotta eat something"

"Mmm... see I called to check if you wanted to eat with us."

I smile. "Who's supplying the food?"

"You?" Wooyoung says pleadingly and I have to laugh.

"Oh, I see."

"Please? Think of it like this. If you don't eat with us, chances are you won't eat all."

I sigh. He knows me too well. "Ah Woo..."

"Tell me I'm wrong."

"You're not. Fuck. I hate how well you know me."

He laughs. "Yeah yeah. See you later then?"

"Yeah" I say and we end the call. I park the car in the parking lot outside the gym and head in. I'm excited to coach. I love my styling job a lot and I love the industry. But, sometimes it's so nice to get a break from it. When I do my coaching I feel like a normal person. Money wise I don't really need to keep working as a personal trainer but I enjoy it so much. It's so rewarding to help people reach their goals. I have however stopped advertising for it, and if I do get new clients they're often connected in some way to the clients I already have.