A Burning Passion

Part 1: The Trainees

As I languidly woke from my slumber, the other side of the bed was desolate and cold. My fingers stretched out hoping for some warmth of my hyung, but all I could sense was the coarse, uneven mattress. Maybe he just wanted a breath of fresh air?   

Of course he would, it was the day of the auditions.

Unwillingly, I flung my body off the side of the bed letting myself drop to the ground. Hyung's face is as fresh as.... um...... a salad? They say his presence on stage is like a poisonous, holy grail.

Tempting. Graceful. Entertaining.

Or so they tell me.

I pounce back up from the ground and, without hesitation, I swiftly slide into my sneakers. The familiar worn out sensation that moulded to my feet. I pulled on jeans, a white t-shirt and grabbed the rucksack. On the wooden counter I glanced at a petty, cheap computer with an oddly, eye-catching poststick note.

    Make sure to eat well and practise hard. Don't stress about me! :)   

Since when did he act so suspiciously? Perhaps it was a premonition but I could already sense trouble..... I just hoped that everythig is alright. Hesitatingly, I slipped outside.

Our part the trainee's living quarters, is usually crawling with sleep-deprived, hungry trainees, heading out to train themselves. Boys and Girls with an obsession for perfection. Perfection that the fans wanted. That everyone expected.  Every morning, at least one person desperately trying to remove that spot or loose some weight. 

6:45am. Ughh.

I was running 15 minutes late... again. No way would the others forgive me again. God I'm such a unreliable person.

Scanning the hallway I inhale sharply, as I had just realised how silent it was. You could probably even hear a pin drop. Was I really that late?

The echoes of my footsteps circled around me, it was as if everyone was mourning. Maybe they were mourning.... for my upcoming punishment from my hyungs.

It was a bleak, foggy day, the sun dimly illuminating its light upon the city. Hazy, white smoke escaped from my breath as I sighed. But it's my fate...

At the time, I was already a trainee for Bighit Entertainment, but was still counting the days until my debut. That was when, a few months ago I decided to become more open and welcome some friendship into my life. During that time, isolation and darkness was my best friend and my passion for becoming an Idol was deteriorating at a rapid rate.

But that is something deadly. Passion is literally the life source of our kind, if we run out then so does our time on Earth...

Until Namjoon hyung came into my life. To this day, I still remember his sincere tone and insane rapping skills and from that day on I was instantly awed. Now we practise together with a couple of his friends Yoongi hyung, Jin hyung and Hobi hyung. Our group relationship is like symphony.

It was the day of the auditions; where we have the opportunity to show that we were cultivated and passionate enough for debut. Knowing our special bond, the group decided to audition together, and I was heading for the final rehearsal. I sighed.

An almost rowdy, grumble roared from my stomach. It was my body's way of saying to pig out.

The crisp, smooth steel of the door handle sent a shiver done my spine. For some unknown reason the café was actually quite overloaded with people. Immediately as the door swung open, the scent of coffee beans and sweet treats overwhelmed me.

As I was rushing to get my order, I came to a sudden halt as the shattering of a tea cup instantly hushed everyone in the café. 

Groaning, I dared to look up at the victim of my foolishness. Fiery eyes glared back at me. Then they.... softened? A smirk appeared on his face. 

I aggressively gulped, "Ah Hyung,"