"Miyoung, stop playing games but instead, find a job." My mother said.
"Eomma, it's hard to find jobs nowadays." I whined.
"Aish, then go audition or something. You know, Worldwide Entertainment has an audition on going, try it." My mother said, stopping whatever she's cooking.
Me? Singer? I mean, I am good at singing and I am quite beautiful although, I'm not confident and I have a huge stage fright. It's worth taking a shot though.
"Okay then, I'll audition tomorrow I guess but, can I bring Bongcha?" I asked.
Bongcha, I always bring her whenever I'm around. I feel shy and afraid whenever I'm in a big place with loads of people but whenever I have Bongcha, I feel safe and protected.
"No, you can't bring your dog for God's sake." My mother said, swaying her head from left to right repeatedly as a sign of disagreement.
"BUT MOM- BONGCHA IS MY INSPIRATION." I whined while pouting.
"Ahh good Lord please help me raise this child." She said, facepalming as she goes upstairs.
"Does that mean as a yes?" I asked yet no one answered.
"But eomma- you're cooking something..." I said, confused by how she just left the dish she's cooking.
"OH LORD I FORGOT- Aish, it's because you stress me out!" She hurriedly said while running to the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and head to my room.
...
I lifted my laptop, revealing the face of Kim Taehyung, my bias, as the background wallpaper. Although he's a trainee, he's been exposed enough, enough for me to be a stan of him.
"Yah! Taehyung-ah! I want to be an idol just like how you will be someday..." I said, talking to the background. I sighed.
"I should audition! I must build my courage up." I said, huffing to contain myself. I slept the day off.
...
My alarm went off and I woke up. Groaning as I stand up, I head to the bathroom. I did my regular morning routine, wore something comfortable and heads to where my mom is.
"Eomma, today is the day." I said, clapping my hands together.
"Indeed, today is the day you'll finally get a job" My mother said, squinting her eyes as she said the word "finally".
"Eomma, aren't you worried? I'll be gone for two or more years if that happens." I said, trying to make my mother worried.
"Not at all. besides, my work will lessen if you're gone. I wont have to clean your room that much." She said, leaving a bright smile.
"Ahh, that would be marvelous. Instead of spending hours of cleaning your room, I can go to the café, drinking a cup of coffee while reading a book, am I right?" She added.
