ending scene | l.hc

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{his}

i blinked as a ray of the autumn sunlight peeked through the window.

i woke up but i didn't move.

i remembered every single word shine told me last night.

i sighed.

it was yet another day to start.

i looked at the clock. it was 6 o'clock in the morning. i have to get up or else i would get late and i would receive another sermon.

i sighed again as i stood up to take a quick shower.

when i went out, i realized i didn't have enough time to eat breakfast, so i hurried out. i carried my bag as i ran outside.

" hey, haechan. " i turned to see my brother, still in his house clothes, eating breakfast. i hurriedly tied my shoes.

" i made breakfast. " he said, munching down on his pancakes. i stood up and shook my head.

" i'll be late. sorry. " i said, opening the door.

" well, don't starve yourself and most importantly, tell me if you'll be out late again! " he yelled, as i ran out of his condo.

i was lucky, and utterly glad, that the agency building was not far from our building. so all i had to do was run for my life so i could be there 25 minutes before the time.

as i enter the training room, i was catching for my breath, i didn't even checked to see whoever was inside.

" always the early bird, but never the best one. " i flinched when i recognized who it was. i blinked my eyes before bowing.

i placed my bag on the floor.

" show me something. " i flinched again as his voice echoed inside the room. i realized we were alone in here. i sighed before i went to the music system, playing my own song.

" don't let me regret for accepting you here. " i swallowed a lump on my throat as he spat out those words.

i was so nervous. my heart was beating wildly. my hands were cold as ice. but i mustered enough courage for this.

" i won't, mr. park. " i said, three counts before the song finally started.

weeks of training helped me to create a choreo for this song. as well as some adlibs. i was so desperate for them to see that i am more than enough. to see that i am not a waste. and that my hardwork will not be a waste.

as the song ended, my breathing was heavy. i was exhausted.

he nodded.

" still needs more practice. but you didn't disappoint this time, haechan. " he said. he walked towards me. he gave me a tap in the shoulder and a half smile.

" a little more push and we might see you in the limelight. " he said, tapping my shoulders, before walking past through me.

as i heard the door shut, i collapsed on the floor. i closed my eyes for a good minute before i heard people entering the room.

i immediately stood up and went to my bag.

a little more and you'll reach your dreams.

•••

" we'll finish this by tomorrow. " the dancing coach clapped his hands, signalling everyone to go home. i wiped my sweat using my sleeves as i walked together the other trainees that were heading to the locker room.

" uh haechan? " i stopped in my tracks to look back to our dancing coach.

" miss? " i raised my brows.

" can we have a talk? " her words made me nervous. i nodded before heading towards her direction. she was seated in a chair and was just waiting for me to come near. i stood before her, my head down low.

" i just want to say that. . . you're doing great. your performance improved immensely this entire week. " my heart went crazy with her words. my lips curved into a timid smile. at least, i'm already improving.

" before you go home, make sure you drop by the studio. mr. lim wants to talk with you as well. " my smile faded away as her words made its way to my ears. she walked past through me, gave a tap in the shoulders, so i bowed. she left me alone in the room.

i went to the locker room to change clothes before heading towards the recording studio where mr. lim waits.

i knocked twice on the door before peeking inside.

" mr. lim? "

" come in. " his voice was stern. i went inside and bowed.

" good evening, sir. i was told by--

" sit down. " i sat immediately. i looked around. this was my dream. but i will be sitting there. in his chair, while i move the controls under the dim-lit lights.

the corners of my lips quirked up as i continued to wander my eyes. this is heaven on earth. the dark brown walls went well with the interior designs. by the looks of it, this studio isn't only a studio but also mr. lim's office.

" present me a song in two days. " i was taken aback.

" t-two days, sir? " i asked, confused.

" present me a song that shows power and has a powerful meaning. present it to me in two days. " he said, giving me a strong look. he was challenging me.

" if i am satisfied, then we can record it. you can record it. " he said.

my eyes widened.

' we always go through the bad times to earn the good ones, don't we? '

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