Fused harmony

5.

After the audition was finished, (y/n) stunk. The nervousness and the energy he exerted throughout his performance had left him drenched in sweat. Something his mother had noticed. He desperately needed to shower, however he needed to fill out some more paperwork so being the saint she is Rachel, holding her nose to hide from the stench, offered to take (y/n) home quickly so he could freshen up before attending anymore meetings.

"Okay B.O monster, lets get you home. Can't have you evacuating the building from your stench."

She teased, holding open a door for the boy to follow her through.

Meanwhile, with (y/n)'s mother

Mr Park and (y/n)'s mother both watched as the boy left, carefully waiting to see if the other spoke first.
"You said he was talented, I didn't think you meant like that. He came in here, unprepared for a cover song and still managed to pull off a performance like that."
He turned to look at her.
"I don't know what he's been doing all these years, but whatever it's been has worked."

However even (y/n)'s mother was shook to her core, that much was clear from her facial expression, her jaw slightly agape as she still stared at the door, barely noticeable yet telling of what had just happened.
"Besides his performance yesterday... this is the first time he's played an instrument or sang since he was 14."

This left Mr Park stunned, how was it possible that someone who hadn't even thought about music in years was pulling off performance that trainees under the company for years, vocally stood no chance. He knew there was more to a performance than the voice. He didn't doubt that his trainees and active groups were superior, after all, they could do everything. Sing. Dance. Exert a vibrant and oppressive stage presence. But given time and some TLC. Hybe could create a monster. They could shake up the industry. And so the cogs started turning on how the company could help the talented young man evolve into something far greater than what he is now.

Back with (y/n)

"Y'know that performance was something else. Thought you might actually break down and cry."
Rachel joked further, she had been doing so the whole ride home and clearly she had no intention on stopping now. But (y/n) didn't mind, it felt familiar and made him feel less alone in the still alien environment. But before long, the pair had arrived at the home of the young man and his mother.

"I shouldn't take long, please feel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge."
(y/n) smirked as he turned to walk upstairs, knowing his mum hadn't had time to do any shopping yet

"YOU LITTLE SHIT HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!"
Was all he could hear as he ran up the stairs laughing to himself, before picking some fresh clothes and heading into the shower to rid himself of the odour that was clinging to his body. He had to admit, the steam and hot water felt amazing on his skin, he washed every inch of himself, as well as his face, which he had been taking care of diligently since hitting puberty. No one wants acne, right? He had to admit, he was kind of proud of how his skin was, it had a kind of glow to it.

After stepping out, rolling on his deodorant and drying his hair. (y/n) slipped into his new clothes.

(As drippy as they are, ignore the slides. We wearing some grey fila ray tracers)

After changing, (y/n) headed downstairs and saw the pouting Rachel on the couch, poking her head to let her know he was ready.

"We have stuff to do come on."

The woman, the grown ass woman huffed as she stood up and the two left the house. Walking back to the company car she had drove them here in.

"Meanie."
The pair both burst out into laughter. Joking with each other the whole ride back to the Hybe building. She was like the older sibling (y/n) never had and he had to admit. He liked the feeling.

After arrive outside the building they hurried in, conscious of the time and careful not to be late. That would be pretty embarrassing, being late to what would be contractually your first day wouldn't be ideal. However, (y/n) was starting to feel settled know what his future may hold, especially with the support network he was slowly building. He knew that in no time he would feel at home.

The pair slowed after they started walking down some of the more narrow corridors leading to Mr Parks office, respectful of the other staff who were currently working hard instead of slacking off to show a newbie around. She knows why she's really doing it.

Soon enough they arrived, knocking on the glass politely before being granted entry.

"Welcome back (y/n), can I call you that? or would you prefer Mr (y/l/n)."
Mr Park asked, trying to be as respectful as possible to the young man to make him feel appreciated

"Just (y/n), Mr (y/l/n) is my..."

He grimaced.

"Just (y/n)"

Acknowledging the sudden change in tone of the boy, Mr Park made sure not to press any further, maybe he needed some extra help before he was ready... He wanted the boy to be relatable but... even for him, airing out mental illness was a push too far. But then again... the music the boy was working on was hardly subtle about his feelings so maybe he should ask later.

"Well, we only have a few more things to run over, okay?"

Mr park slid over a folder and a pen.

"First we need to cover what we have planned. We intend to provide you access to a private language tutor, to get you up to speed in your Korean skills, more so the speaking skills than writing."

(y/n) nodded along silently, taking in the reality.

"We will also have you practice under our resident dance teachers, don't worry you will be in great hands and they know you have no history, they're the best at what they do."

The young mans face looked uneasy at the prospect of dancing, he was athletic sure, but when it came to dancing... he had two left feet.

"These two are standard protocol for any trainee, along with vocal practice, which you are booked in for and acting, which we are foregoing for you. We want you to be as genuine as possible, you have to be relatable."

This was getting more and more overwhelming... there was so much to take in and so little time to process it everything.

"We also need a record of your mental and physical wellbeing so you will be assessed on both. We know it may be hard... but please be honest. We can't understand your needs if you won't let us."

(y/n) hesitated before slowly and cautiously nodding. He hadn't anticipated this. What if they reconsidered based on who he was? He had fucked up a lot and if they knew could he really continue down this path? But he couldn't lie. He had to be honest. He didn't deserve to lie. 

"Anything else?"
 (y/n) questioned, almost sarcastically as there was already so much to take in.

"Dorms. You will be staying in company funded dorms, where you will relax in your off time should you choose to. You will have basic facilities as well as the contact information for your manager so you can arrange other things such as fitness, shopping and what not. This will only be in place until we know we can trust you to behave."

Mr Park smiled as he said this. He need (y/n) to feel comfortable or this arrangement wouldn't work. But to his surprise, (y/n) signed the paper work without a second thought. He knew what he would be giving away, but he didn't care. He had dreamed about an opportunity to pursue music his entire life. His mum had worked so hard to get him here. He wouldn't put everyone's sacrifices on him go to waste, he had to succeed.

"Well then (y/n)..."

Mr Park extended a hand over his desk, which (y/n) met with his own, engaging in a tight handshake.
"welcome to Hybe."