We were 18 when our dreams were just beginning to come true. I was the one who made Yejin's come to a grinding halt.
It had been a long, tiring week of practice. At last YG had finally narrowed down his pick for the Blackpink members. But back then we were to be known as Pink Punk.
The music of our future debut song played in the background as we went through another painful Pinkpu k dance practice.
"Click-clack botta bing, botta boom
문을 박차면 모두 날 바라봄
굳이 애써 노력 안 해도
모든 남자들은 코피가 팡팡팡
(팡팡 파라파라 팡팡팡)
지금 날 위한 축배를 짠짠짠
(Hands up) 내 손엔 bottle full o' Henny
네가 말로만 듣던 걔가 나야 Jennie"
The dance was going smoothly, until Yejin-unnie messed up her turn and rammed straight into me. I stumbled forward, falling to the ground, right in front of our dance instructor. I flinched, ready to be yelled at for Yejin's mistake, but our instructors keen eyes caught sight of what had happened.
"Yejin!", She shouted.
"Yes?", She squeaked.
"Did you even practice? I've been trying not to mention all your other mistakes, but you just screwed up the entire dance. Please practice harder."
Yejin said nothing. She hung her head low and took the criticism. I would have felt bad for her, but this wasn't the first time she had been corrected. She was obviously the weak link of the team, and she wasn't getting any better.
When the dance instructor didn't receive a response, she sighed, "Let's take a 5 minute break. Lisa, flawless performance. Rosé, work on adding more power to your movements. Yejin... I'll work with you later."
I crouched to retie my shoelaces as we took a break from dance practice. We were learning the upcoming song, Boombayah, that would premiere in August. We only had a couple more months left, but our oldest member was falling behind.
I inconspicuously glanced to her image in the mirror in front of me while bent over my shoe. Her face glistened with sweat, and we had only been practicing an hour or so. For months now Jennie and I had been placing bets on who would be allowed into the group. Yejin was not one of them.
YG had already been planning to add Jennie and I first. Soon after us he added an Australian girl named Rosé, a young Thai girl named Lisa, and then finally, Yejin.
Each of us brought something to the group. Jennie could spit fire like G-dragon, Rosé could sing like an angel, and Lisa could dance like a goddess. However, Yejin and I had conflicting positions. We were both mainly the visuals.
Although we wouldn't say it to her face, none of us understood why YG PD-nim picked Yejin to debut with us. She didn't train as hard as the rest of us, had mediocre vocals, and trouble memorizing dances. As far as we knew, she was just a pretty face.
A slim doll-like face, soft pale skin, innocent eyes, plump red lips. She radiated girlish charm. As much as I hated to admit it, she was a threat. I hated to think that way of one of my future girl group members, but the animosity between us had already begun to grow.
She paused in redoing the same simple dance move for about the one hundredth time.
"Ottoke... how did this go again...", She groaned to herself.
Her eyes flickered towards mine in the mirror. She noticed me watching her. I quickly went back to tying my shoelaces.
"What? Why are you watching me, Jisoo-ah? Just go back to practicing.", She grumbled, taking out her frustrations on me.
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Playing With Bullets
FanfictionJisoo is done with dating. She used to be the romantic type, but she could never find a guy who would treat her right. Her trust was broken. Now she's given up her searching to focus on her career as an idol. However, her career has brought her clos...
