;Nara’s  POV         The next day, my girls and I were having a vocal practice with our vocal trainers, of course. I believe the odds were on my favor today because our vocal trainers praised me that I finally improved my vocals. I couldn't believe my luck. Imagine? Me, who have no talent in singing, got the chance to improve myself?   Or maybe our vocal trainers got a problem with their hearing.   "Don't be too harsh on yourself." Mari told me during our break. "To be honest, you have a decent voice compared to me."   I pouted at her. "I'm the worst vocalist in our group."   She laughed. "No, you're not."   "Mari's right," Minjee unnie in. "But compared to Hara, we all know who wins." She beamed and I laughed. Hara's voice was outstanding. I wonder where did she get that from. Mom and dad weren't singers themselves. I remember when we were still inside mom's stomach, she always listened to her favorite singer from God-knows-what year. But why did only Hara got the beautiful voice? It's so unfair!   "Don't sulk in there," Rina cheered. "Look who's outside the door looking for you?" She grinned at me and my heart suddenly skipped a beat. I don't have to guess.   I hopped out of my seat and rushed towards the door, the same moment it suddenly flew open and I bumped myself into it. I felt a pain on my forehead when I touched it. "Ow." I groaned in pain silently.   Ari cringed, who was obviously the culprit. "I'm so sorry, unnie." She apologized. "I was just so excited to tell you that Daehyun oppa is waiting outside for you. I'm sorry, unnie." She was chewing on her nails as she apologized. I laughed softly as I swept her fingers off of .   "It's okay, Ari-yah. It doesn't hurt that much." I told her.   "But you got a nasty bump on your forehead because of it."   "It's not much of a big deal." I smiled at her. "Excuse me, then. I need to see Daehyun."   "Oh, yeah." She smiled as she made way for me. I ventured out the room and I made sure I really did closed the door behind me or else they might hear everything. In which I don't want to, of course.   And there he was, leaning his back against the door with his lips stretched in an upward grin like a y guy. Did he saw my clumsiness with the freaking door? "I have something to tell you—"   "Not here." I grabbed his hand and pulled him away. I know the girls will eavesdrop us or something. I made sure we were meters away from the door before I stopped. I tried to breathe as I faced him. "What is it?"   Daehyun glanced over at the door and smiled. "Yeah, right." He smiled as he looked back at me. "Your members' head are peeking out the door."   I smiled shyly. "I-I just don't want them to hear us t