TRYING TO DEBUT MY BABY, BUT I ENDED UP DEBUTING INSTEAD

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An unspecified training camp in Gyeonggi-do, South Korea.

Despite the late hour, the sound of footsteps, perfectly in sync, could be heard seeping out of the practice room.

"Seven, eight, thump!"

A vigorous counting voice.

"Good job. Don't forget to keep the angles right."

"Yes!"

About a dozen trainees, standing in front of a woman who seemed to be their teacher, answered enthusiastically with shining eyes.

"It looks like you just need to fine-tune the timing of the turns. Everything else looks good overall."

"Thank you!"

"Yeonwoo, you're the class president, right? You've worked hard, training everyone. From what I see today, you should keep progressing.

"Thank you, haah."

The trainee, who had received the compliment, bowed deeply while panting heavily.

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At that moment, a drop of sweat fell onto the practice room floor. It was a trace of the effort and dedication put in.

In the midst of these youths shedding sweat for their dreams, there was a trainee in the far corner with vacant, lifeless eyes.

Although her eyes were unfocused and hollow, her movements were in sync with the other trainees.

"But Hyesung."

"Yes?"

Startled by the teacher's call, the trainee with the vacant eyes responded quickly.

"You're not sick, are you? Your expression has been...."

"Oh... I'm sorry. I didn't get enough sleep. I've been practicing...."

Whether she had indeed been up all night, her lips quivered powerlessly as she answered.

"Really? No wonder you've improved a lot. But don't push yourself too hard. You look really pale."

"Yes."

"Alright then, I'll be going. Let's do just as well during the recording, okay?"

"Yes! Thank you for your hard work! Thank you!"

As soon as the teacher left the practice room, the trainees, who had been standing in a disciplined manner, gathered in one place and started chatting excitedly with joyful voices. They seemed quite elated from the praise.

While everyone was celebrating and congratulating each other, the trainee called Hyesung collapsed onto her spot as if she had run out of energy.

And she muttered to herself.

'Why am I going through this hell trying to become an idol when it's not even in my

fate....'

Why was a trainee with such a mindset here? The story went back to a few days ago.

"Gyahhhh!!!"

A woman in a disheveled state screamed as she fell flat on the floor, her cry echoing through the room.

"What kind of nonsense is this!!!" She threw the chicken leg she was holding

and yelled at her smartphone screen. "What is this? Huh? What? Huh?!"

Even though the screen couldn't respond, the

woman, whose name was Yoon Hyesung, kept

shouting. She was 27 years old, an ordinary young adult.