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Victory tasted so sweet and the idea of walking up to Kim Jongin's practice room to deliver him the good news wasn't a burden at all. She was the one who was actually winning. The discussion with her father had ended right after bringing up the young man's name and that proved once again the little willpower of the man when it came to his only daughter. Not only she had saved herself from hearing about Nebulae for the next months, but she had also received her father's apology for 'bothering' her and for 'giving her too muchworries'. Which meant more months of pleasant idleness. The doors of the elevator opened in front of her, an employee rushed quickly to free the way for her. That reverential terror everyone seemed to harborfor her inebriated her and made her feel even more powerful. The door of the practice room where Kim Jongin should have rehearsed was left ajar. Loud chitchat was coming from it. She stopped outside the door, careful not to make any sound. She heard a male laugh, followed by some girly voices. They surely weren't rehearsing.

Jongin-ah do it again, please!

The tone was excessively cheesy and caused more laugh. Jongin was imitating someone that Seulgi recognized to be the comic of a television show. His impersonation had to be very funny if it was able to originate that much noise, or maybe his audience was made of ditzy girls.

Doyeon can twerk, right? How do you do that?

That name made her dangerously raise an eyebrow. The group of faceless 'chicks' now had one. They really were her nightmare and kept on tormenting her. She didn't even wait to hear another general laugh. She made her entrance, with her shoes ticking on the parquet under her strides and, on her face, a glacial expression that froze the atmosphere. From her point of view that could have almost been an ironic situation: Doyeon, visual and main dancer of Nebulae, was pushing her pelvis against the man's one, the other members of the group were sitting on the floor, some of them with their hands covering their faces, some of them even laying on the ground because of the sexy scene they were witnessing. Smiles died.

What a charming scene.

She coldly hissed with her eyebrow still raised higher than usual. Those who were sitting on the floor stood up in less than a second. She crossed her arms scanning the faces of the girls.

Glad to know you're having fun. Ah! And my father believes you're ready to debut. Don't make me laugh.

Her gaze flashed on the incredible, talented, dear Doyeon who, with her mouth still opened, only looked like a goose with no skills to her.

And you have the courage to periodically complain about your missed debut when you spend your time... entertaining like this?

She stared at the girl, challenging her to contradict her. She wanted her to rebut so that she could have a good reason to throw her out. Just one word, only one, and Doyeon and Nebulae would have ended without even starting. Unfortunately she glimpsed a movement of the male dancer and she realized he was about to speak and defend the young girl. She moved her gaze to Jongin to freeze him before he could start talking.

Your career is already on the verge of ending without you adding something.

It wasn't exactly true, but it didn't matter. She was the one who got to decide who should win and who should lose, and he knew it. She looked at him swallowing all the words he wanted to say and she felt triumphant. Her heart was about to burst. Holding power was what she could do, what made her feel good. Winning. Whether it was right or wrong it didn't bother her sleep, so it was fine. She looked once again at Doyeon who, this time, lowered her head.

Leave. Do some practice if you want to debut — and you

She said pointing at the young man while the 7 girls were picking up their stuff ready to leave.

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