"I'm fucking terrified." Taemin whines
Yeona and Taemin look up at the building looming over them, they see the company's logo emblazoned on the door in front. It's finally time for Taemin's audition, and they've skipped class for the day to do so. They're only missing classes that they don't care about, both ones they've already passed, so school is the least of their worries right now.
"You're going to do great, Taemin." Yeona encourages
Taemin is wearing tight black jeans and a black dress shirt, one size too big for him. The way the shoulders of the shirt hang loose on him accentuates his body just right. He wears converse sneakers on his feet, and his black hair is freshly cut, middle parted and falling in front of his eyes just so. The makeup he is wearing is a natural look, with just a hint of eyeliner and mascara, and a deep pink tinted lip. He looks like he could be an idol already, Yeona feels as if she wouldn't be surprised if he was given a contract the second that they walk through the door.
Yeona is dressed a little different than usual, though she doesn't want to admit it. She's wearing tight black shorts, with sheer fishnet garter tights underneath, and the garter straps are red. She's wearing a black cropped t-shirt, and her black and red Balenciaga Triple S sneakers. Her hair is tied back, with freshly dyed blonde underneath, and her natural black on top. She spent longer on her makeup than usual too, perfecting her winged eyeliner, and applying her most extravagant false lashes, her lips are stained red, and her nails painted red to match.
She feels obsolete next to Taemin, but it's been a while since she's had the time to make herself look nice, always sleeping until right before she needed to go to class, and weekends working or studying, apart from the previous weekend that she spent most of her time with Jonghyun. Though she hasn't really dressed up too much for him, apart from her semi-casual streetwear look for their first date, most of their time together has been studying or just in their dorms. Yeona tries to come up with every excuse in the world, that she's not dressing to impress the company that Taemin is auditioning for, she's dressing up for fun, and to make herself feel good.
Taemin won't budge, so Yeona takes him by the hand and practically drags him toward to the door and through it, opening up into a large foyer. Three women sit at the desk in front of them, and perk up as the pair enters.
"Are you two here for the auditions? I'll lead you there." one of the women speaks up
Yeona nudges Taemin, shaking him out of his dazed state, he nods at the woman.
"I'm Mina, and you are?" she asks
"Taemin, Lee Taemin." he barely stutters out
"And you?" she asks, directing her gaze at Yeona
"I'm not here to audition... moral support." she replies
"Well, what's your name anyway?" Mina asks
"Yeona, Jung Yeona." she responds
Yeona shoots a glare at Taemin, trying to work out if this is a set up by him, but on seeing his face so drained of colour, and the way his grip has ever tightened on her hand, she accepts that this just must be company protocol. She doesn't want them to think she's a sasaeng or anything like that, so she plays along.
"You can practice in here, and one of us will come and collect you for your audition. It shouldn't be long, just warm up for half an hour and it'll be time for you." Mina says
She opens the door for them into a small dancing practice room, walls lined with mirrors, and a CD player on the floor, and she smiles sweetly before leaving again. Taemin is quiet as he fixes his hair and makeup as quickly as he can, and Yeona makes quick work getting the CD player set up with Taemin's audition song. It is the same one that he is doing for his dance solo at school, so Yeona knows every move too after watching him perform every day.
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FanficChildhood trauma shapes everyone differently, whether it makes you stronger, weaker or just not the same. Yeona knows all about that, having pursued dance to escape the abuse she faced at home. Now 20 years old, and in college, she is finally able t...