The Charismatic Chaebol

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Sooyoung was shocked after hearing Mun's announcement never in her fifteen-year-old life she ever saw an opportunity like that, and it was basically handed to her like that. She thought she could join SM and hopefully becoming of their trainees and here out of the blue THE Eric Mun and Lee Hyori announced about the chance of a lifetime how can she not be excited!

But there is just one problem...

"Where am I going to find other girls to join me? " Sooyoung questioned herself after walking back home. She was pretty confident in her own vocal capabilities after all she grew up hearing trot music. She was actually well-versed in the genre it's just a shame people associate trot with the old generation. She's hoping she could change that and be like Hong Jin Young who despite being young, helped reintroduce trot to the young generation.

"Sooyoung-ah, Sooyoung-ah!!" Nayeon friend called out snapping Sooyoung out of her trance.

"Huh what happened unnie?" she asked.

"Aigoo there you go again spacing off what's gotten into you? Is the whole competition really gotten you worried. I already told you're a capable singer. Who wouldn't want us and besides you're forgetting the future K-pop idol here?" Nayeon bragged pointing towards herself while winking.

"It's not that unnie, it's just I'm going to need a group if I want to stand a chance here and I don't know if I'll win if I just perform alone. Trot music isn't something they're looking for sadly" Sooyoung stated.

Nayeon stopped what they were doing grabbed her hands and looking straight in the eye. "Sooyoung-ah you're a good singer have confidence in yourself. Don't let that old SM audition destroy your confidence you're so much better than you think just believe in yourself you already passed the auditions. All you need to do is practice hard and don't forget you got Eric, Jungkook, Matthew, and myself. And besides you're my best friend and I'll always be there for you" Nayeon gave a warm smile.

"Gamsahabnida unnie it means so much me" Sooyoung smiled back.

Already halfway done with classes the duo walked across the courtyard basking in the warmer breeze as the snow was finally beginning to melt. It is officially February where students prepare for lover's season not that it was important since the two aren't worried about romance right now.

Nayeon then remembered someone who might be a great candidate. This performance had great charisma although she can be a little quirky at times. She would just pay a visit after training.

"You have somebody in mind unnie?" Sooyoung questioned seeing Nayeon unsettling grin.

"As a matter in face I do who is the best to join our team than the wealthy chaebol Lee Mijoo herself" Nayeon suggested.

"AH YOU'RE RIGHT!! YOU'RE A GENIUS UNNIE SHE'S THE PERFECT CANDIDATE!!" Sooyoung giggled excitedly at thought.

Hours Later 4:40 p.m

"Jinja! You really want me to join your group?" Mijoo answered with a shocked expression while she was having her nails done. They are currently at a beauty salon now.

"You're the first person I thought of and which better option than somebody with radiates confidence!" Nayeon said who was having her makeup done.

Mijoo's expression became reluctant. "I don't know if I would be a good fit to be frank, I haven't audition for a group in years and I failed mines. I don't know if I'll even fit the idol mold" Mijoo said with reluctance.

"What happened in the past already happened besides its their loss anyways. I heard you sing multiple times before unnie you really are talented.

"What is this idol talk I'm hearing about" said another girl who was the one styling Nayeon's hair. She was still in her uniform. She had was quite comparable to Sooyoung's height albeit a bit taller. Her hair was noticeably wavy and had a mocha tint throughout giving her a beautiful look, she had bracelet underneath her rolled up sleeve, and a necklace with an elaborate crucifix signifying her faith.

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