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NAORI SUKI's pov
MAKING MUSIC CAN be hard, but for the ultimate best singer in our school, Yang Jungwon? He does it flawlessly. His passion has always been music.
Rumor has it, he's been auditioning for many companies now. Jihyo told me everything about it. Honestly, everything she told me has given me interest.
She's like a walking book, full of knowledge and has amazing fantasy stories that she could write for hours. She could honestly become the next number one author.
I, Suki, have a different kind of taste. More into sports than anything. That could explain my athletic behaviour in any sport, whether it is netball, tennis, or badminton.
I always end up getting the silver medal. I think I could do more better and get the gold medal honestly. But meh, I still a child.
Back to the topic.
Our handsome Yang Jungwon, was standing next to me, obviously nervous for the event he's going to participating in.
"Hey, don't think about it too much, alright?" He hesitatingly nodded at my words. "Can..can I hod your hand?" my body froze at that question.
Yang Jungwon wanting to hold my hand? As ridiculous as it sounds, I found myself nodding, feeling my ears burning ever so slightly.
Not even a second later, I felt a hand creeping onto mine before locking fingers. I ended up tensing up at the gesture he made.
But I think he only wants comfort to lessen his nervousness. I can understand that his need to calm himself. I mean, performing infront of a huge crowd?
It can be scary, especially when you know you're going up there alone. "Erm.. just look at someone you're comfortable with. And just, make it as it was you alone with that person.. that can help your anxiety"
He nodded once again, taking my words in. "Next up, we have our amazing human cat, Yang Jungwon!" The host, who was one of his friends, said in the mic.
I chuckled at the comparison, tugging Jungwon's hand to let him know that I'll let go of his hand. After few moments, he left to go on the stage that was prepared.
He started with his introduction, his shaky hands can make anyone aware that he was still nervous. The slow music started, and he looked towards the crowd.
I can see that he's trying to handle my words I've told him a few minutes ago. My adoration to him clearly visible in my eyes.
My smile never flattered when I listened to his soothing voice. But it all came crashing down when i saw that his gaze never left a certain person's figure.
And that person being the person I share tents with, Ria.
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