Gratefulness~ pt.5

Mi-Ok got back the next morning. It felt a bit akward because I didn't know how she would react. But it all ended up well. She didn't want us to fight. She didn't blame either of us. Actually she was happy.
"It's so nice to see you two getting along," she smiles widely as she looks at me and BaBo sitting next to each other at the counter. We both change glances and then smile a bit at our Mi-Ok. We know we are not in that good manners but we had both been worried about her so I guess it did bond us a bit. Or at least it now looks like it did.
"I just hope that you'll get better. And don't be afraid to tell us. I will help you as much as I can and... I'm sure BaBo will too," I say to Mi-Ok and from the corner of my eye I see BaBo nodding slightly for an agreement and taking a deep breath.
"We are a group now after all," she begins a little nervously with her deep tone. "We should help each other."
A small satisfied half-smirk shows on my face. Maybe she's finally willing to fit in. Even if she only tries, that will do.

We leave together for rehearsals for our debut schedules. It still sounds magical. Debut. The QNS's debut. That's the name I heard Cecily using when I eavesdropped behind a corner while she was talking to one of the managers. They discussed the organization of the showcases we are supposed to hold soon. Now that I look back and think about it, I have trained hard. I'm that kind of a person that when I put my mind into something nothing can stop me from becoming the best that I can be. And that's lucky for YG. Even if I was talented in every way, what I still don't think I am that much, if I wasn't this determined the schedules for the debut of the group would have been in trouble because of me. But Hyun Suk saw something in me and that if something is amazing.

"It wasn't far that I didn't break my leg," I grin at Mi-Ok, showing both amusement and pain as I massage my ankle a bit before pulling thigh-high boots on. She scolds me for trying too hard at the dance practices and I nod embarrassed. I should know how to be careful enough because we really don't have time for any more sickness and delays. The people are waiting for new idols with drool down their chin, or at least that's what Cecily said to me one day. When an idol group disbands or they don't do well, their fans easily ditch them and move to stan another group which is sad but of course understandable too on some level. If an interesting new group debuts just at the time when someone's favorite group is not active, maybe having holiday from their busy schedules, that person may start getting more and more into the new group and eventually forgets his favorites. Nothing lasts forever and that's why you either have balanced schedules for a long period and some activity going on all the time, or you work your ass off until you're thirty and ready to give up and die because you're exhausted both mentally and physically.

Although my leg hurts, I'm in a good mood when I leave the dance studio and walk towards the front doors and into the cold air.
Winter is really coming, I think to myself as I feel my nose freezing so that I have to pull my scarf over it. I have cosmetics to buy and the shop I'm looking for shouldn't be that many blocks away from the headquarters, so I decide to take a walk since it's also good for the muscles after working out. Somehow I feel very positive and happy as I watch the people passing by, some of them answering to my smile which won't fade away and I don't even try to let it. Good music is playing from my headphones I got from my older brother as a birthday gift. I place my hand on them, taking a deep breath as I close my eyes for a second to picture my home again. I think it as a happy place now. I have to, so that I can keep myself together. Suddenly just when I'm about to open my eyes again I hit something, or more like someone because it feels like a soft winter jacket.
"Ah--," I startle and stop walking as I look up and see a boy in his twenties staring at me with his cute brown eyes blinking out of confusion. He frozes on his spot for a moment, then letting out a quiet chuckle and fixing his thick square glasses. I frown as I think I might have seen him.
"Minea-ssi," he says and it seems like he knows me too. "You should be careful. Why are you closing your eyes when walking near the road? I mean... I'm sorry. But it's dangerous."
His small face full of innocense covered by the thick puffy hood and his brown hair sticking under his woolly hat seems so familiar, yet I still can't remember his name and I feel bad for it.
"Umm," I humm as I tap my forefinger against my lips. "I'm sorry but who are you?"

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