"Y/N," The teachers shout. I get up and adjust my wig, keeping my eyes on Ji-Hoon. Ryujin puts my music in, and I take my position.
"Brilliant! Fantastic!" The teacher shouts, applauding loudly. I smile and bow, feeling plenty of satisfaction as Ji-Hoon glares from the corner.
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Later that day, the line-up for Sixteen gets posted. I push through the crowd and trail my eyes down the list, finding my name at number one, and much to my pleasure, Ji-Hoon's name is nowhere to be found.
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ZeeZee: You as a K-pop Idol
FanficYou can, you should, and if you're brave enough, you will. That is your motto as you navigate the K-pop industry as the first female Caribbean-Korean Idol.
