Months of restless dance practices, voice lessons, with extreme dieting and excercise all led up to this moment. Donald shook his wrists and exhaled deeply. The moment was here. They could all hear the crowd of millions cheering for them. Was this what they wanted all along?
"Forget about mother Russia;" Vladimir thought to himself.
This moment is what matters most.
All four of them stood atop a platform below the stage, and it slowly ascended to the surface.
"Annyeonghaseyo my beloved countrymen!" Jongun was lifted onto the stage, and fireworks went off in the stadium.
Their first debut performance passed by like it was nothing. All that Rodrigo, Jongun, Vladimir, and Donald can remember is the tens of thousands of people screaming in admiration. They felt euphoric. They all held hands and bowed to the crowd, and walked backstage, trying to absorb this surreal moment.
After the crew people freshened them up and they were all dressed in new, clean clothes, they were brought to their penthouse on Rugyong hotel. It was surprisingly modern, with all the amenities of a million dollar home, with a large glass window taking up a whole wall and overlooking the rest of Pyongyang. Rodrigo, despite having such a good time on stage, was a little bit suspicious of them sharing the same penthouse despite the rest of the hotel being completely empty. In the corner of his eye, he saw Jongun take Vladimir's hand and lead him inside a room. Donald saw too, and his heart sank.
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KIM JONG UNS KPOP BOYBAND
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