Jungkook
 

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"The dude?!" Jackson bangs on my door.

I get up in a hazy state. It took me three more seconds to realize four alarms were in full volume waiting for me to turn them off.

Jackson continues to bang on my door. Once I was able to turn all alarms off, I opened the door and hurriedly said, "Sorry man."

"Do you mind? I have a girl over," which explains the female scanty clothes scattered on the living room last night.

"Sorry man, I just can't be late today. It's the first day and I don't want SinB to think I'm really one big by being late."

"Oh. SinB. Well you really should get going now if you don't want to be part of her black list."

"She has a black list?"

"She does. A permanent one, actually. I place first there, always," he smirks.

"I don't think that's something you should be proud of."

"Eh, at least she can't make me non-existent in her life."

"Why am I friends with you again?"

"'Cause you have no choice."

"Right," I slammed the door to his face.

Okay. Time-check, 10:34 AM. That's thirty minutes earlier than the schedule. This is a good start.

I go inside the theatre house where we were instructed to be at by 11 AM and see that a lot of people are already sitting on the floor. What the heck? Wasn't I early? Luckily, once I take my place and do a bit of scanning, I realize that SinB nor any of the artistic team is here yet. Thank God.

"Don't you have a knack for being late?"

I glance at my left and see that beside me is an orange-and-pink-haired girl who is looking at the front with a pursed lips that's obviously trying to hide a smile.

"I'm not late," I glance at my watch to make sure. I'm damn right.

"Sure you are," she shifts her eyes to me, "for theatre."  (Explanation about this on Theatre Vocabulary at the end of the chapter)

I open my mouth while trying to think of an answer when she starts again, "So how did your audition go?"

"I guess good," not really but I'll take it.

"You got Roy, huh?" Now she angles herself to my direction and puts a hand under her chin.

"Didn't I tell you I was going for Caleb?" to which she just raised her eyebrows as if she's waiting for the answer she wants to hear and damn it if she isn't right. "Yeah, I got Roy."

"Should I say congrats or better luck next time?" she says blankly. Not sure if she's just being genuine or just really sarcastic.

"Congrats. Definitely sounds better."

"Well then, congrats."

Starting to get irritated, SinB comes in, scans the