LONG FOR YOU |1| HYUNJIN

[TWO]

🦎Kimiko
November —2019🦎

We filed into the practice room and sat back on the floor. While the judges and directors conversed among themselves, we seized the opportunity to chat for another minute.

The director gathered us to offer compliments on our recent performance and announced he would begin calling out names.

I glanced at Hyunrin and Sunhi, noticing their nervous expressions. After nearly everyone had gone, it was Sunhi's turn, and she performed successfully as the judges had smiled in their faces and nodding as if they were impressed. Then, it was my turn...

I got this, I think, if don't pass this I can just re-audition next year. Let's hope I pass this year because next year I'll be 20 and I don't think I can audition any older.

I danced to an American song that I've heard a few times. It was a struggle trying to find something to dance to that I knew I'd ace, but also fast-paced.

I quickly finished and, feeling embarrassed, immediately sat down beside the others. Maybe I should have chosen a different song to dance to.

Finally, it was Hyunrin's turn to perform. She went up  and danced, but it was apparent she stumbled or skipped a few steps.

After her performance, she returned to us, her face red with disappointment. I sympathized with her, and it was apparent that Sunhi did as well.

Following a quiet deliberation among the judges and the director, we were dismissed. Exiting the room, Hyunrin faced us.

"Guys, if I don't get called back, please do your best to become idols," she sobbed, Sunhi and I gave her a hug.

"I think I'm going to go home. Bye Kim, bye Sunhi," she said, turning to walk away.

"I'll catch up with her and then head home as well. See you next time if they call us back," I said, nodding and giving her a hug goodbye.

After browsing the JYP gift shop for some time, I purchased some 2PM merchandise, chocolate, and a water bottle adorned with the JYP logo.

I received a text from my dad asking me to meet him in his office. It made me nervous for what felt like the 127th time today because he was likely going to ask about my audition. I love my dad, but his intensity about music and entertainment can be both nerve-wracking and annoying.

I approached the elevators and pressed the up button. As I waited, a small group also arrived to wait for the elevator.

They were engaged in a lively conversation and laughter in Korean, sharing jokes that seemed funny, and they appeared to be the kind of people you'd feel comfortable spending time with.

I had friends, but there were restrictions that prevented me from inviting them over or going to certain places. Gradually, they began to exclude me, and eventually, they stopped including me altogether.

The chatter behind me fell silent, likely due to them noticing me. As the elevator doors slid open, I stepped inside and pressed the button for my dad's floor.

As one of them walked in, he glanced at me and then did a double-take. The elevator doors closed, and I remained standing there with an awkward smile.

The day had brought me some joy, but it quickly faded. Glancing around, I noticed one of the boys glaring at me with anger.

What had I done to him? The boy with black, mid-length hair squinted his small eyes at me. The other two boys weren't staring; they simply acted as if I were invisible.

"Sorry about him; he's had a rough day," said one of the boys, not staring, with polite shyness.

"I wonder why my day was so awful," the boy with black hair remarked, his sneer restrained as he tried not to be overly harsh, yet his voice carried a dramatic undertone.

I also wonder why, as it seemed to cause him to glare at strangers angrily. "Hey, be respectful; you don't know her," said the other boy to the one with black hair.

"Why are you heading to JYP's floor?" asked the one with black hair, disregarding the brunette boy who had just scolded him.

"Why does it matter to you?" My question seemed to surprise them all, but the boy with the brunette hair just laughed.

Fortunately, the elevator arrived at their floor, and they exited with the timid boy offering apologies. It wasn't necessary for him to apologize, but still, thanks.

The elevator doors shut, and I listened to the soothing sounds of the music. Patiently, I waited for the doors to open, which they shortly did. I approached the office, the name 'Park Jin-Young' prominently displayed on the door. After a polite knock, his voice beckoned me inside.

"Hi dad." I waved sheepishly, completely forgetting about the random boys in the elevator.

"Hi honey,"

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