Prologue

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Even if it's weird, I'm doing it. I silently pray to whatever deity is listening. He is going to pass, he is going to pass. I look at the building, waiting for him to come back out.

He is going to pass.

Then I spot him, I recognize the top of his head anywhere. I could recognize him anywhere. His black hair spikes at the front, probably from the countless times he ran his hand through it. I cross my fingers and he exits the building.

"So?" I say. "Dongmin?"

"I got in," he smiles at me. I scream as I jump up and hug him. "I'm an official Fantagio trainee."

"I knew my praying would pay off," I laugh as I bump his shoulder. "Lets go celebrate."

That was the last fond memory I had of us. We stopped talking a couple weeks later, then I moved overseas.

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