Oh My K-POP

OH MY K-POP

Eun Mi

It's really hard to know what's right from wrong, what's up or what's down, and whether it affects the people you love or not. It's even harder to look the other way when find out that you're falling for the other guy beside you, and the one who stood there watching is hardly making it through. It strikes me that way, hating every moment because of this. I don't even remember signing up for it. One is a game, while two is a challenge.

Kim Ji Woo

Ji Woo

My head spins like an endless merry-go-round, escalating into new speeds. Was I supposed to pick her over her? Between the two, it's a win/win situation. With Riane, she seemed to be my first and only love. She helped me through a tough situation, along with sticking by my side. But that was before. After she left and broke things off, I seem to lose confidence in myself. I'm only this character due to the fact that escaping what I really feel in the inside is taking the harder turn. Then there was her. She was a whole level away from me. She showed me what it really was on my blind side; let me out for what I really was. Taking account, the fun things that seems to spontaneously pop out, I really can't decide. I want a way out.

Eun Mi

Prologue- Before 

Kim Ji Woo

The elevator doors opened, and from where I stood, it was already lit by a thousand cameras waiting for my picture. I had the urge to press the close button. But turning back would be another late day in the rehearsal. Last late day equals to last day of existing in this company. The bigger problem concerned me more. How the hell did they find me here?

The pressure of the flashing cameras and loud-ass reporters bombard me as I reached the revolving doors. Seems to me, that being leader of T.O.P. was harder than anyone could think of.

Then a random reporter rudely shoved his microphone at my face. "Ji! How is it going with Riane?! Wasn't it splitsville?" I felt the blood run from my face, so I kept a faster pace and tried to avoid as many questions as possible.

"No! Ji! Tell us about your next debut!" a woman shoved her way through the half-sprinting crowd. "Wait! Ji! Tell us about Riane! - No! Ji! Don't go!" other reporters would say. Why the hell were they bothering me? But I managed to escape. For just a bit.

The limo was still nearing the curb, then stopped, the windows rolling down. It was later than usual.

"Hyung!!!" Woo Young stuck his head out the window. "You havin' fun with your fans?!!" He laughed, sensing the irritation.

Looking back, the crowd was starting to catch up, while I grasped the handle on the door. Locked. What the hell?!

"Open!" getting frustrated as I yanked. But his little game wasn't over. He acted as if he didn't even hear at all and rolled the windows up.

"Ya!!! (Hey)" I yelled. "Ok. Ok! I guess you wanna play maknae!"

My grip on the handle seemed to tighten, as I pulled once more, but with harder force, falling for his stupidity; the door was already open. The concrete was really cold, and my butt felt as if it bruised. Then the shutter of cameras seemed to hover me again, as I crawled into the limo.

Eun Mi

"Aisii!" I sighed, pushing myself to continue looking at the textbook. Two all-nighters in a row. Great. I haven't studied so hard in my life, knowing that I had no chance of getting to where my dream seems to be. Right before finishing the last paragraph, the doorbell chimed.

"Who the hell?" This late at night? Weird....

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A guy came in the middle of the night. Express delivery. First class mail? Wow. It better be that important. I didn't open it before; but in my gut something told me that it was important.

It was three o'clock in the morning. Might as well play around with the piano, then at its music stand, the letter stared at me. Its embroidered gold lining shone against the little lamplight that lit the dark room. Will I ever open it? My hands strummed on the piano, leaving its hollow sound to echo in the quiet apartment. Closing my eyes, the keys began to roll away, the song building inside when the letter fell into my hands. It was turned over, facing down. In bright, shiny letters, it said SK Studios.

"How the freak did I miss that?!!!"

I began tearing through the letter like there was no tomorrow and there it was. Oh shit:

Dear Ms. Eun Mi,

Your portfolio was very impressive; now knowing what great things you can contribute in this company. We gladly congratulate you and hope to do business with you soon.

SK Entertainment

SK Studios

SK Fashions

How the freak was this possible?

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The rest will be revised too!!!