Jinwoo always thinks that it would be amazing if he managed to debut.

He was raised by his father, who provided living by fishing. He was raised to be a fisherman, and he enjoyed spending time at the sea. But life was never easier, only worse. He thought that perhaps, another job might suit him. So here he was, working his off to debut.

Being a trainee was not easy. The training itself was hell. The lessons, brutal. The teachers, unforgiving. He was never a skilled dancer and he was slow in memorizing lyrics. He was stiff and unnatural. Adding to that horror, the monthly evaluation. The short exam like evaluation took everything out of each trainee.

He knew this, and took the time to practice harder, staying up at night just to please, please, get something else right. It was frustrating, it was exhausting, but he never want to be a burden for his teammates. 

So he trained. And trained. People come and go, most of them giving up after years of no result. Jinwoo watched them go quietly. At first he was sad, but as time pass he became indifferent about it. Really, what could he do? If they weren't willing to persevere until the end, who was he to stop them? If they needed this as badly as he did, they would stay. That was the hard, cold fact. And so it goes for years.

Unwavering. Uncaring.

Until he came.

His name was Song Min Ho. Mino, he told Jinwoo to call him. He was a bright  man, younger than him by two years. He was already quite famous then, as an underground performer by the name Hugeboy Mino. He was a confident little , cracking up jokes and performing like he has nothing to lose. Perhaps he did really has nothing to lose, who knew.

Jinwoo wonders how it feels to