The Rhythm Of The Heart *Wonyoung x YN* *Danielle x YN*

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The show was going well, and I had received a lot of support from the audience. But there was a large part of the public that thought I had been a trainee for too short a time. Don't they think that if I haven't been eliminated yet, it's because I have enough talent? Maybe I haven't been at the agency for long, but I've been training for years for this. I knew it would be tough, but I guess I wasn't as mentally prepared as I thought.

I closed my laptop to force myself to stop reading the comments. How would the public react if they found out I had gotten plastic surgery? I wish they would at least say that, because it's true, instead of making up nonsense. Am I really only still in the competition because of my face? Am I not as skilled as I thought? I closed the laptop with a sharp snap, as if that could also shut out the critical voices echoing in my head.

I got up from bed and headed to the kitchen, needing a glass of water to calm down. But as I walked, I felt my heart start beating faster and my breathing becoming shallower. When I arrived at the kitchen, my legs were trembling, so I leaned against the table. I tried to fill a glass with water, but my hands started shaking. The glass moved in my hands, as if it were alive. I felt ridiculous, trying to take a glass of water and not being able to do it. Anxiety was consuming me, I felt trapped in a cloud of fear and doubt.

I tried to take a deep breath, but my chest was too tight. I sat down in a chair, with the glass of water on the table in front of me, and covered my face with my hands. Why was this happening to me? Why couldn't I just calm down and be strong? The sound of the door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. My mom was back with the groceries.

I got up with difficulty and walked unsteadily to the door to help her. She handed me the car keys to take the rest of the groceries inside. "Who spilled all that water on the table?" I heard her ask when I came back to the kitchen with the groceries. "I tried to get a glass of water," she seemed to laugh ironically. "If you can't even serve yourself a glass of water..." she started putting away the groceries while I looked for a towel to dry the table. "Today I was humiliated at work because of you. Participating in that program is just embarrassing yourself and your family."

I needed to dry the table quickly and get back to my room, but my hands started shaking again. "You should quit that nonsense once and for all now that you're still in school and have time to prepare for university." I stopped moving when she said that, and she noticed. "You do plan on going to university, don't you?" I couldn't look her in the face because I knew my answer would make her angry. "ANSWER ME!" She slammed her hand on the table.

"I'm going to focus on my career as an artist," I barely heard myself say, but when I looked up, I knew my mom had heard me loud and clear. "Excuse me? You're not going to university? That's all I needed from you!" She wiped down the table with a rough motion and then turned to face me. I quickly dried the table and tried to make a run for my room, but her fingers dug into my hair, stopping me. "Are you going to throw away all the effort I've made for you?! Do you know how hard it was for me to raise you two girls on my own after your father died and without a university degree?! Is this how you repay me?" Before I could respond, she already had the rolling pin in her hand and was swinging it at me.

I covered myself with my arms and took two hits before starting to run towards my room, but a blow to my side made me lose my balance and slip on some water that had spilled on the floor. Several more blows landed before I managed to turn around and grab the rolling pin, taking it away from her and throwing it aside. But she still wouldn't let me go. Despite everything, I managed to get up. "You're my mother! Aren't you supposed to support me if being an idol is my dream?" I shouted at her.

"You spoiled brat!" She slapped me across the mouth, making me bite my lip. "How many times have I told you not to talk back to me?" I stared at her in pain. I've lost count of how many times we've had similar situations, but I never get used to it. "ANSWER ME! WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE SILENTLY?" I had been slowly backing away, and finally, I was close enough to my room to make a run for it. I dashed inside and locked the door behind me, then collapsed to the floor. Thanks to the adrenaline, I was able to get back to my feet. I headed to my closet, where I had two suitcases, and started filling them up without any order, just throwing clothes inside.