The Second Chance of A Suicidal Idol

Roomies (6)

Joon-woo facepalmed with an expression of hidden disgust. His ears bled as if stabbed and Kite had retreated to the corner while muttering his lifelong regrets in life. Rank 26 could not, for the life of him, sing. Which checked out in Joon-woo's book as Rank 26's dancing was definitely top ten material, and his ank of 26 could only check out for the fact it was his voice that lacked.

Sure, Joon-woo had heard his fair share of shitty singing. In Cheerleader's trainee days, Ju Hae especially, their voices were less than satisfactory as dance was their company's main priority. In fact, they only added Ha-rin to the line-up because they needed a vocalist in the mix of dancers.

Teacher Nam nodded at the off-key notes of RIZEE's Talk Softly, his so far cheery face showing cracks. He had described to the group the process of coming up one by one and singing lines from pre-decided songs. The songs consisted of one per genre and Joon-woo found it a bit stingy.

Could they really not get the rights to anymore? He pursed his lips, watching Teacher Nam suddenly raise his hand, as if to stop Rank 26 at the mic.

"Ah, kid? Good... job. Let's give someone else a go now." Teacher Nam said, trying to discreetly rub the itches of his ears.

Rank 26 nodded with a closed, almost proud fist. He exited the recording room and joined the rest of the group back. Rank 21, who Joon-woo presumed to be Rank 26's friend, congratulated him with a real, encouraging smile.

Du-Ho, however, nodded at Rank 26's look for praise with pursed lips. And when Rank 26 looked away, he sighed, as if disappointed. Joon-woo held his smile, was this 'Leader' regretting his choices? The sight of a troubled Du-Ho satisfied him.

In a wave of confidence, Rank 21 stood, as if to follow his friend who's turn had just passed. But Teacher Nam suddenly brought his hand up.

"Hey, hey, why don't we have Du-Ho come up next! I've heard great things about you." Teacher Nam said, looking past Rank 21 and to Du-Ho with pleading eyes.

Du-Ho scoffed, but stood, towering over a slightly disappointed Rank 21 as they passed each other. Du-Ho to the recording room and Rank 21, next to Rank 26. Teacher Nam seemed more than relieved.

As if a natural, Du-Ho slipped headphones over his ears and adjusted the height of the microphone higher to reach his taller height. Teacher Nam's eyes practically glowed at the easeful movements. Joon-woo just sighed.

"What genre are you looking to show?" Teacher Nam asked with hearts floating above his head.

Kite, who had slowly recovered from the previously tortuous singing, perched upon Joon-woo's shoulder. "Teacher Nam is like– in love with Du-Ho or something..." It commented.

Joon-woo found himself slipping a smile too close in camera view. He had missed Kite's sly comments.

"I would like to rap, if possible." Du-Ho spoke with that same fake politeness. Seriously, did he only drop it when insulted Joon-woo?

Teacher Nam nodded, "Yes, yes. Your song choice is "Nobody" by Dgust A or "Livin' It" by J2harmony."

Kite cooed at the song choices, earning a judgemental glare from Joon-woo. The songs both had quite advanced rap, hell– Dgust A was probably one of the best rappers in all of K-Pop. Joon-woo, for a moment, wanted Du-Ho to stumble over his words. But as the familiar beat to "Livin' It" by J2harmony played, Joon-woo knew it not the case.

Du-Ho took a breath and adjusted the hem of his t-shirt.

"Average songs of average singers low, low
Everyone put your hands up to my rough flow, flow
The media is roaring paparazzi hound me
Surprise, you're lucky to have found me."