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"Photograph."
Joy looks around, fidgeting her fingers together before leaning into the head of the MBC staff. "By Ed Sheeran? I don't know English, sir.", "No, not that." He laughs, wiggling his eyes only to leave Joy in confusion.
It was finally her time to enter the King of Masked Singers, and she couldn't be more than thankful and enthusiastic about the project. But now she was struggling within the song choices. She felt so weird.
"It's Photograph by Sungjae and Namjoo."
"Pardon?"
"Yes. It's Photography by your ex-virtual husband." Ouch, there goes the shot.
"That's... nice." Joy stuttered all of a sudden. She suddenly questioned herself, what the hell is wrong with her? She wasn't supposed to feel anything. For damn's sake, two years had passed.
But within the mention of his name, her heart keeps on being in pain. Whatever, it's just a song anyways. She murmured to herself.
A song... by him? And a song that they sang during their WGM days? Yes, it's nothing.
"I got a good feeling that you can do it, Joy! Besides, you've been accompanied by Sungjae's voice for eleven months, HAH!" The producer laughed, only for it to falter as soon as he saw the forced smile in Joy's lips.
"I'm sorry.", "Aniya!" Joy tried her best to stifle a laugh, but she accidentally ate half of her extensions, she looks like an idiot.
She sighs.
As soon as she left the meeting conference, her talkative manager suddenly bombarded her with questions.
"You know, you can get some help with the voice training." Her manager spoke. She was zoning off just because of a damn song.
She blinked multiple times, yet no words were coming out from her mouth. "Joy.", "Ne, oppa?" Her manager suddenly laughed. "Are you still dazed about being a contestant in the show that you had wanted ever since?" She heaved a sigh, before laughing. "Of course, I'm more than happy!", "You know you should find someone that can help your vocals improve within that song- Oh, you can call APink Namjoo!"
Silence.
"We're not that close." Joy mumbled with a small smile. "Oh." Her manager mumbled.
"Does that mean I have to contact Yook Sungjae?"
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"Why did my manager have to think like that!? Why out of all people-" Joy was busy retorting to her eonnie; Irene which cuts her off in a sudden. "Joy, he's the original singer of the song that you're going to cover." She suddenly shuts up. "But still-", "If finding anyone random is allowed, then Wendy is there.", "I can manage. I'll just sing it you know." Joy murmured, pursing her lips.
"But you wanted to see him, right?", "Ani." Joy retorted in defense, only for Irene to snicker. "Is that why you're acting like that?", "Aniya." She denied her once again.
"But do you still like him?", "It's been two years." Joy mumbled. "Does that mean you don't anymore?"
"Well, maybe... I'm just awkward, right? There's no feelings involved now." Joy reluctantly let her mouth speak emptily. She felt like she's betraying herself for lying.
It's been two years.
Two years of open ended confession.
Who can move on with that?
Well, maybe him. She shrugs to herself.
