"I think we might have found your JL." PD-nim says, handing out a USB to me.
Body tensing up, a cold sweat dripping off of my forehead, I bow then quickly ran off to the dorm.
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With my female friend on my computer, slightly dozing off due...
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Jungkook
"Isn't that the woman saying 'the doors are closing.' at the subway? I'm pretty sure that's her." Jihye jokingly said.
"I knew I'd not get a useful answer from you."
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The sun rose and I was still awake in bed, holding the comforter to my eyes to shield me from the burning sensation the light can bring upon me.
Rising from her beauty sleep, Jihye groans and squishes me through the mattress as she gets off.
"Do you have coffee?" She asks, blindly fixing her hair with an eye mask on.
Ignoring her question, I snore in the realist way possible then toss and turn with eyes wide open under my sheets.
"Please, I heard you talk to yourself awhile ago, but one point for effort." I stand up on my feet then trudge towards the cabinet to give her a three-in-one coffee pack.
"Thanks." I slump back down on the warmth of my bed then continue trying to get the most of relaxation I can right before training starts.
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"Did you have any sleep at all?" PD-nim asks as he sees me cover my mouth after a yawn.
"Not at all sir." He chuckled then patted my back, "Were you that happy to have founded your idol? We can call her up you know." I shake my head.
"She would've hated her identity being revealed. Please don't force her to take off her mask if ever she's using one."
He smiles then bids me a good bye without assurance.
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Jihye
"You should've been more careful, Jieun-ah." I say to her while brushing her hair.
"I was. You should've taken more time to look out for him. You know that he's a fan." She untangles the hair stuck on the brush then started doing it on her own.
"Do you think that I should leave? I mean, I don't know what else to do here now that Jungkook and PD-nim know my identity."
I shake my head and hold her hand, "You have to settle down somehow. Just, remove your mask for the mean time."
She silently panics; muscles tensing up, eyes widening, palms sweating— "He has never seen J noona without her mask so, I'm pretty sure there won't be any complications."
"There would be," She protested. "He knows me outside the company."
Then and there, I too started to panic.
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"You can never be an idol! With that body of yours? And your ability to sing and dance is lacking, hah! You have no chance of surviving in this industry!" My manager looked at me with his devil eyes, disgusted and full of anger.
"You want to be an idol, but no talent and beauty. At least give me what I want in bed. It's the only thing you can do so that I can help you debut." He said wiping his hand with a handkerchief from his pocket, mud, now splattered on it's fabric.
He pushed me out of the company's back door since I ran out of his bedroom when he wanted us to have sex.
It was raining hard with a wild typhoon on the loose and when he pushed me down ready to choke me hard, I fell face first on the cold bricked path.
"Sir! Let go of her! If you don't I am calling the police!" I heard someone shout when my manager was already bringing out his swiss army knife from his pocket.
He used to scar my thighs whenever I disobeyed him; this happened for three years, I was already used to it.
"Mind your own business missy!" She said to the woman out in the back as she tried to get close.
Bang! I heard.
Manager shouted curse words as he ran inside the doors and locked it, leaving me out in the cold.
"Don't worry miss. It was just a gun fire audio from my phone to scare him away. I'll take you to the hospital first then we'll have him arrested."
