diana ❁ mark lee

6

"You're not going to eat dinner before you go for practice?" Yujin asks, munching on her fried rice.

I shake my head with a smile, "Mark said we'll be practicing all night and he bought food for us."

"Is manager-nim sending you to SM?" Haneul was the one who asked me this time. I nod again, checking myself in the mirror. I scanned myself up and down. 

I decided to wear a sports bra and a cropped white long sleeved t-shirt. I had paired it with my favourite grey sweatpants. My mother had bought me this pants for $10 when I was a trainee. Ever since then, I would use it every time I had the chance. Despite being cheap, the quality was amazing. It was soft, not too thick, not too thin. 

"So it will be just you and Mark alone?" Junsol asks. 

I turn around and laugh, "why are you guys so curious? And, yes, it's going to be just us."

"What time are you coming back?" Yujin questions. 

I huff, checking the time on the clock, "probably 5AM?" I guessed. 

Junsol frowns, "why can't you guys practice earlier? I know he's busy but still,"

I chuckle at her complains, putting my black cap on, "he told me he tried to push his practice back, but he couldn't."

I check the time once more before telling the girls that I need to leave. I bid them goodbyes and put on my shoes before leaving to meet my manager downstairs. 

The drive wasn't too far. My manager brings me upstairs and tells me to call him if I needed anything. 

I beam, "I promise, I'll call you if I need help or something," I say, pushing him back in the elevator. 

He frowns, "let me send you all the way to the dance room."

I sigh, "it's just right there!" I exclaim, putting to the door that was a few feet away, "I'll be fine. It's getting late, you should go back home to your kids and get a good night sleep."

He sighs, "fine, but I'll be here early tomorrow."

I nod, pushing him in the elevator. He waves at me, closing the door to the elevator. 

Once my manager was gone, I turned around, walking towards the big door. I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants. I'm not sure why I was nervous. I take a deep breathe before pushing the black door open. 

10 boys were standing in the middle of the room. Followed by a few female staff by the mirror. A man was also by the counter, where the laptop was. The music wasn't playing, thankfully. 

"Oh- hello," I bow at the group of boys in the room. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you guys weren't done."

The boys greets me. 

"I'll wait outside until you guys are done," I say, about to walk out. 

"No, no. We're done, they were just about to leave," Mark stops me, "come in."

"Are you guys practicing the thing?" one of them asks. I'm not sure of his name. He had tan skin and light brown hair. 

I don't really keep up with the K-POP Industry. There were only a few groups that I listened to, a few of them being DAY6, Red Velvet and SNSD. Other than that, it's mainly solo artists or American music.

I look at Mark then back at the tan skinned boy, then back at Mark. 

"They know," Mark reassures me. 

"Oh," I turn to face the other boy, "yeah, we are."

"This late?" another one says, I realised that it was Taeyong who asked.