rewritten, proofread
(Korean,English)
Han Juyeon's POV
"Han Juyeon! More power! You still sound weak!"
My trainer's voice echoed through the studio, sharp and relentless.
I was tired, hungry, sore—everything. Waking up at four in the morning wasn't doing me any favors.
I pushed through the routine again, singing as I danced, but my voice cracked, and the movements felt heavy.
"Juyeon! You can't keep going like this! You're the main singer!"
Her frustration cut through me like a knife.
The other trainees stared, their pity-filled eyes burning holes into my confidence. Pity was the one thing I couldn't stand. It made me feel small, like I was so untalented that people couldn't help but feel sorry for me.
I hate it.
"Alright, that's it for today," my trainer sighed, her voice softer now. "You have vocal class in an hour. Everyone, you're dismissed—except Trainee 8. Stay back."
My hands froze mid-motion as I was packing my bag. The tag on my desk read my name, but on the back, it read 8.
Suddenly, 8 wasn't my favorite number anymore.
The others filed out, murmuring excitedly about the short break. Soon, the room fell silent, the tension thick in the air.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw my trainer's eyes, softer now, filled with concern.
"Yeonnie, I'm sorry. That must've been overwhelming for you, right?"
Yeonnie.
The nickname hit me like a wave. My mom used to call me that. My throat tightened as tears welled up.
"I shouldn't have been so hard on you," she said gently. "It's just... because of your scholarship, I want to prepare you for the challenges of being an idol. But I forgot—you're still a kid."
She pulled me into a hug, and all the pent-up stress spilled out. I sobbed into her shoulder, her kindness breaking down the walls I'd been trying to keep up.
"But," she said, pulling back slightly, "you have potential. You didn't earn that scholarship for nothing. Right?"
Her motherly grin made me smile through the tears.
"Yes. Of course."
"Good. Now, go enjoy the rest of your break." She gently nudged me out of the studio.
I wiped my face, the weight in my chest lifting slightly as I made my way to the cafeteria.
At the Dorms
Jeongin's POV
It had been a day since Chan hyung said we'd have a "family discussion," but nothing happened. I was starting to think he'd forgotten.
"EVERYONE! FAMILY MEETING!"
Never mind.
3rd Person POV
The members shuffled into the living room, their curiosity piqued. Chan stood at the center, looking more relaxed than usual.
"Sorry about the delay, kids," he said with an apologetic smile. "I had to confirm something with JYP."
Everyone leaned in, waiting for him to continue.
"It's official: our hiatus starts next week."
"Wait, really?!" Jeongin's eyes lit up, his excitement contagious.
"Yes, Innie. Next week. We'll have the option to stay in a hotel near the JYP building if you want, but we'll discuss plans later."
The room buzzed with excitement. After months of grueling schedules, a break felt surreal.
"I'll order breakfast tomorrow," Seungmin chimed in, earning a chorus of agreement.
"Great! Now go to bed, you zombies!" Chan said, shooing everyone off.
"HYPOCRITE!"
The playful retort echoed through the dorm as they filed out, the promise of rest and relaxation finally sinking in
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