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Strangers~ Kino pt3 (day thirteen)

A/N: I'm writing this in 35 minutes starting.....

NOW!

Coni POV:

"Kino, what is it."

"Please talk to me about it."

I haven't talked to Kino in a month. After I came to the studio that day, I couldn't bear to see him again. I've exposed a part of myself to him--a very private part of myself. I left right after I sang for him. He seemed to enjoy my singing but--I can't deal with the fact that he might not--that he might actually be lying to me.

"Kino I can't I have to go--"

"Me and you both know that's a lie Coni, " Kino retorts, his voice on the brim of anger.

I bite my lip, and it swells up in my teeth. Sighing, and already regretting asking, I ask "Talk about what Kino?

"Why did you run away?--- Why did you leave when you sang for me?"

My eyes twinge as water builds up in them, threatening to cascade down my face, "that's really personal Kino--"

"I failed 20-30 auditions," He interjects, his voice softer than it usually is.

"You what? "

"When I wanted to become an idol, before I was a trainee," Kino catches himself choking on tears, and I get the image of him sadly smiling into the phone. "Before I was accepted into an entertainment company, I failed 20-30 times."

My mind runs like an old computer processing the latest game. Kino, Mr. Kang Hyunggu himself, failed that many times?

Forcing myself to speak, I sit up straight in my desk chair, "why are you telling me this?"

"You can't give up on something you're so talented at Coni,"

"You know nothing of what I've been through," I snap, my words with more force and bite than I would have hoped. Prying. He was prying at me--wanted more answers than what I wanted to give. People who pried others for information were at the top of the list of types of people I hated, right above people who lied.

A bowling ball of silence strikes our conversation. Just when I hoped he had finally given up on me, I hear him utter a stifled grunt from the other side of the phone. The words he couldn't dare to roll off his lips getting caught in his throat before he swallowed them back down to his stomach.

Kino meant well, I know he did. Otherwise, he would've left me in the middle of Seoul on the edge of a breakdown by myself. He wouldn't have let me come to the studio to calm my nerves. If he really didn't care about me, he wouldn't have even answered my call when I desperately dialed his number into my phone--or even kindly offered the small slip of paper to me when he did. All of this was known to me, yet I still was treating him like he wasn't someone important, as if he was the one trying to hurt me instead of help me.

A soft hum vibrates between my lips before I force my jaw to open, "Do you want to know why I stopped singing Kino?"

Kino says nothing, but replies with an equal hum of curiosity.

My heart lurks to my throat, sending beating drums into my ears and violent pumps of blood through my veins. I really, did not--want to do this. But, Kino deserved to know, and I--need someone to listen.

"Originally," I start off, blowing a cold breath of air through the tight hole of my lips--the sting of tears still piercing my eyes. "I moved to Korea to be an idol," I cringe, waiting on him to say something harsh-- shrugging my shoulders and holding the phone away from my ear; even squeezing my eyes so not even the brightest light could be shone through.

"What?"

"Nothing, I was expecting you to say something mean."

"Because you're a black girl with big, curly hair?"

"Yea--"

"If you want to be an idol that's what you should do Coni, but carry on."

The tears and wad of saliva I didn't know were logged in my throat, suddenly wash away like sand washes away at the beach--and is replaced with a certain, calming type of peaceful feeling. "I got into a company, and within the first few months of training I was kicked out." My hands fidget with the hem of my shirt, pulling at a loose piece of string barely hanging onto the shirt.

The tears come back again, along with the soreness my body felt everyday I trained. No matter how hard it was to even roll out of bed, I miss feeling like I had a purpose.

"I--I don't know what to say Coni.." Kino says, his words softly caressing my ear like a soft feather.

"And now I'm here."

The tension of Kino muscles contracting floods over the phone, "If I may ask, long has it been since?"

In silence, I let a few tears run a river down my cheeks and turn them into washed away islands. "The week you found me on the street was a few days afterwards."

"Coni I--"

"So now you know," I interject, my voice mixing between slightly fury and sadness while my hands busily pick at my nails and my eyes flood with more tears--which I don't stop from cascading down my face, and making a ruin of the rest of my face.

Kino--I know he hears me. The immense heart-stopping pain I'm in, and how my heart has been hit with a large giant's hammer. The cries become more violent, the same desperateness who asserted himself in my heart when it was announced I wouldn't be training anymore. The final ords that crushed my dream.

Kino, in all of his positive glory, radiates "it's a good thing you know me then!"

In between sniffles and cries, I quiet down enough to mumble, "w-w-what?"

The wet sound of Kino's salvia moving as his face morphs into a smile welcomes my heart into his hands.

"Come on baby, I'll help make you an idol."

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Update: I got 2 minutes to edit then I'm posting.

Alright, done. Late post but still a post!

This chapter was actually really depressing smh, I think I have one last chapter of strangers left....

Anyway, have a nice night!!