The Second Chance of A Suicidal Idol

New Begininngs (1)

"Ha-rin, can you stay for a minute?" The dance teacher asked, "Leader duties." He reasoned with a soft smile.

Ha-rin slowly nodded her head, shooing her members to go ahead to the company car. She looked back to the teacher curiously, wrapping her arms around herself while waiting.

The man looked her up and down, "You did well today." He complimented, patting upon Ha-rin's shoulder.

Ha-rin shifted out of his grip, nodding her head, "Thank you sunbae-nim." She replied, smiling at the praise, she wasn't used to getting compliments about her skills.

The man frowned at her reaction to his touch, "You're growing to be better than the others, you know." He continued.

Ha-rin, pursed her lips, "Um– Thank you..." She replied, flustered and weirded out by the added comment. "You've taught me well."

The man looked up at her praise, "Have I? Glad to hear I'm of some use." He joked.

Ha-rin's face dropped, was her favorite teacher really putting himself down like this? "No, Teacher, you're very useful!" She insisted, "You've prepared us well for our debut."

The man suddenly embraced Ha-rin, and she froze at the contact. "Thank you, sweety." He purred, too close to ear. Too close to her chest, too close to her mouth, and as his hand began to run up and down her back she gulped.

Struggling out of his embrace, she looked up at her teacher in confusion, "Teacher?"

"No– I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable! It's just– just no one has ever appreciated me for my work like you..." He said with a sad smile.

Ha-rin frowned, "Oh– No! You didn't make me uncomfortable." She insisted, even though she was quite uncomfortable.

He smiled at her, "Good, good. Now go catch up with you members, yeah?"

"Yes, Teacher!" She bowed, scurrying out of the practice room with a soft smile on her face.

Joon-woo shot up his bed in a cold sweat. With a troubled expression he looked left, right, and then to his chest. Right, he wasn't Ha-rin anymore.

He sighed and rubbed at his temples. Debuting as Ha-rin was hard. Her confidence was low and she had no one to turn to. She had dropped out of school and her part-time jobs could only accommodate her trainee-hours so much. Her bandmates from the beginning had treated each other more as co-workers, never friends despite living together in the same dorm for nine years. So she fell fast for the praise her teacher had given her.

Kite looked upon Joon-woo as it had for the last few days, worried.

Ever since his little bathroom panic attack, Kite looked at him weirdly. Not with pity, because Joon-woo knew that look all too well to to miss it, and not with a demand, like he had also come to know. Joon-woo returned Kite's stare.

"I see you looking at me, Kite." Joon-woo said.

"You had a nightmare." Kite simply replied.

Joon-woo rolled his eyes and sent Kite a head-tilted grin, "I know. You'll have to get used to that, too." He joked.

Kite just stared at Joon-woo sadly for a few moments. Joon-woo scratched his cheek, uncomfortable with the look. "Kite, what time is it right now?" He asked, just trying to change the subject.

"6 A.M.." Kite replied, "The first shooting is in a few hours." It reminded.

Joon-woo nodded, as he had found Park Joon-woo had a paid off barely working phone. The phone did just what Joon-woo needed it to do, message Reggie.