°𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘐-𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 (revised)

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"Being an idol means selling a dream. Just make sure it's your dream you're selling, not someone else's." — Kala

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/ / D-Day of the Test // The Chemi

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/ / D-Day of the Test // The Chemi

NARRATOR'S—


It was exactly one hour before showtime, and the backstage dressing room buzzed with a quiet kind of urgency. Stylists moved like clockwork, adjusting last-minute seams and smoothing out strands of stray hair.


Kala sat calmly in the styling chair, a stark contrast to the nerves swirling outside the door. Her face was fresh, bare—no foundation, no contour, no mascara. Just Kala. It was rare to see her any other way. She didn't need glamor to own a room.


"Thanks, unnie-deul," she said, flashing her signature toothy grin as she stood up.


"You're welcome, Kala," Mona replied, crouching to fix the hem of her performance top. "There. You're ready."


With a grateful nod, Kala adjusted the delicate snowflake pendant resting against her collarbone—the one with her name engraved in tiny cursive on the back. It glimmered under the soft vanity lights.


She walked out with a bounce in her step, like the world was her runway and she had nowhere to be but everywhere at once.


"Ayoooo! Wassup wassup!" Kala threw her hands in the air like a rapper fresh out of a music video.


The boys burst into laughter, heads tipping back as she strutted toward them like she owned the building.

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