Ch. 7
Love Debut"Wait, are you serious?" Soojung said with an agape mouth as I explained to her what YG was preparing for me.
"That's like, the best kind of exposure you could get to the public! You'd be an idol without even debuting yet! That's what they've been doing with Jennie Kim!"
"Okay, yeah, if I were that great at rapping." I retorted as I rubbed the sides of my temples, becoming more anxious at the thought of being in a rap competition.
"You're amazing at rapping." Soojung spoke as she hit me in the arm. "You rapped for YG when you first auditioned. You're a pretty good singer and all but in my opinion your rapping is better than that."
"Thanks?" I mumbled slightly, feeling a bit offended that she thought my singing wasn't all that great. But then again, even I could admit that I'm mainly average among all of the other trainees.
"Does anyone else know?" Soojung asked as she ignored my comment. "B.I. and Bobby are going to be on that show too."
"No, I haven't told Hanbin yet." I responded, mentally slapping myself. I was honestly just too afraid. Competing against him would ruin the entire friendship we've built up.
"Well, you better get going with that." She suggested daintily as her gaze lifted towards behind me. "Because they're coming this way."
Once I turned my head to look at the two pre-debut stars walking towards me, Soojung immediately took the opportunity to scamper away into some unknown area of the camp.
My hand awkwardly rose up to greet them as Bobby and B.I. came closer to me with each step.
"So, we uh heard some big news." Bobby said as he waved back at me with a sheepish smile.
"Yeah. You're going to be on SMTM3." B.I. finished slowly.
I nodded with a slightly bland look on my face, unsure of how I was really supposed to react. "Yeah, Mr. Yang called me into his office and let me know. It's gonna be fun, right?"
B.I. and Bobby both looked at each other before lightly turning back towards me and responding,
"Sure, it's fun."
"The reason we came is because today is the day of auditions and the cars out front for us." B.I. explained.
I nodded, finally beginning to realize that I was really going to be on the biggest hip hop show in Korea. The mere thought of auditioning was giving me enough stress already, as if I could already see the judges eliminating me.
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"This line is ridiculous." I said in a clearly angry tone as Bobby, Hanbin, and I stood behind mounds of people.
They were all waiting to get inside for auditions, and it was actually killing me. I was probably the most impatient person in Korea. Bobby and Hanbin were very patient and calm, however. It creeped me out at times.
I guess that's how seriously they take rapping. They're willing to wait.
"You nervous?" Bobby suddenly teased, causing me to jump.
"Shut up." I laughed, turning to face him. "I'll most likely get dropped anyway. But you two will be fine, I guarantee it."
"What a sweetheart." B.I. mocked in a fake voice as he pinched my cheek.
"Aish!" I snapped before shooing his hand away.
Countless hours passed by as the line seemed to continuously get longer, my patience growing shorter by the minute. Every now and then, girls would recognize B.I. and Bobby and ask for pictures, giving me dirty looks at the same time.
"Are you B.I. from Mix and Match?" A girl suddenly gasped as she walked towards Bobby, B.I., and I.
"Yeah, hi how are you." Hanbin responded politely, giving her a friendly wave.
"Could I get a picture with you?" She asked with a big smile as she leaned towards him with her phone.
I couldn't help it, my expression slightly faltered when I saw this.
"Thank you!" The girl squealed before giving B.I. a hug and running off, back to the group of girls she was crowded in.
"Hey, what's going on with your face?" Bobby said as he placed his finger on my forehead.
"Mwoh? What are you talking about?" I spoke sharply, an angry look still plastered on my face.
Bobby stared at me with a bit of worry in his face for a few minutes, before his eyebrows slowly rose up into little bushes of excitement.
As if he just won the lottery, Bobby immediately latched onto Hanbin's shoulder and shook it violently. I watched in surprise as he giggled,
"B.I., look at her face! She's mad because all of these girls are asking us for pictures! Or, to be specific, you."
Hanbin turned his head to look at me with a confused expression as I waved my hands frantically, "I'm not even mad about that!"
"Your face is really red." He pointed out as I ran my fingers through my hair.
"It's hot."
"It's about 65 degrees."
"That's hot for me."
"Are you jealous, our little dongseng?" [Dongseng means younger sibling] Bobby cooed as he grinned in my face.
As I rose my fist to retaliate, a sudden booming voice echoed throughout the entire waiting area of the large building, hushing everyone's conversations to a silent buzz.
I listened carefully as the voice declared, "Numbers 200-300 May enter the audition room."
My eyes immediately looked down towards my chest, only to see that I was number 277. That means...I was up next?
As this sick realization dawned upon me, I felt my nerves suddenly kick in. I finally understood the fact that I was auditioning for Show Me The Money 3; and it was a terrifying responsibility.
"Well, we're up." B.I. said to me as he placed his hand on the middle of my back, gently pushing me into the building.
My eyes slowly closed halfway as I felt his touch against my body. For some reason, the feeling of him always soothed me and made me feel safe.
My legs felt weak as I quickly strode into the gigantic room, blaring stage lights blinding my sight. The smell of desperation and sweat filled my nostrils the moment I stepped inside the nasty place.
I looked up at B.I. and Bobby, who were standing right beside me, waiting to stand with the others on the stage steps.
Not wasting any more time, I hastily walked up the stairs of the stage and stood in my designated spot. Unfortunately, my oppas had to stand in a different area of the stage, based on their numbers.
As B.I. slowly began walking away from me, he turned and gave me one last look of support. I felt myself instinctively smile back.
"Number 270."
I looked over and saw that a boy a few rows down from me was shaking nervously, as the famous San-E began evaluating him. I couldn't believe it. THE San-E was going to be judging whether I get into this show or not. I was a huge fan of him, so the pressure was piling on me with every single second that passed by.
"Thank you, but you might have to work on your technique. Next, number 271."
"Number 272."
"Number 273."
"Number 274."
"Number 275."
"Number 276."
And then, my heart stopped.
I looked up slowly as one of the biggest rappers I respected and fangirled over from time to time stopped in front of me, a smile plastered upon his face. He seemed completely unfazed, while everyone else in this room was shaking with fear.
"Number 277." He spoke slyly with a charming voice. "A pretty girl, huh? Where are you from?"
"America." I responded regularly, hiding the amount of pressure I was under.
San-E immediately lit up at the sound of that. He lifted his check board and said, "Interesting. I can tell by your style. Do you prefer english?"
"I'll be straight with Korean."
San-E lightly chuckled at my hint of black American slang. I was from a more black prominent part of America, AKA Baltimore. Which was why I always had more swag than other trainees and could bring more culture and hip hop to Korea.
As I looked up for a moment towards the bright stage lights, my mind seemed to slightly clear up a bit.
Inhaling one small breath, I finally let it all out.
"Why they ain't ever teach you about taxes?
Now that's something to talk about, 'cause man in the real world, all this is is taxes
I could rap to you about the first time I hit a drag or some big bad wolf talk about my american 'swag'
But I ain't about fronting in my music
I do what I want when I choose it
And if that ain't rap culture to you then sweetheart this show already lost it."
As I finished my verse, all I could see was San-E staring at me with slightly wide eyes. Once my peripheral vision took in place, I realized that everyone was staring at me, the stage becoming quiet.
My eyes looked up at my evaluator, a small bit of anxiety taking over. Minutes felt like hours, and I could already feel a bead of sweat dripping down my face. Once 2 minutes passed, I accepted the fact that I had gotten eliminated.
"Impressive. I haven't seen a girl rap like that in a long time. Here's your necklace." San-E suddenly spoke up as he handed me the gold jewelry with a chuckle.
My eyes widened, and I thankfully accepted the award, holding it tightly between my fingers. The pressure that had built up on me this entire time slowly began diminishing as I watched my idol walk away, onto the next poor victim.
A breath slowly escaped me, allowing all of my troubles to drift away. Once a smile finally appeared upon my face, I noticed that almost all of the girl rappers around me were staring at me like I were some kind of massive nuclear threat. It was flattering, really.
I couldn't wait to crush them.
My eyes travelled over to where B.I. was standing. Coincidentally, he was just about to perform in front of The Quiett.
I could already see the mixture of confidence and fear in his eyes, it was refreshing to see him like this. Almost cute.
I watched as he spat his verse, taking into every rhyme and rhythm, proving himself worthy of getting that gold necklace. It made me proud to see him do what he loved.
And then, he stopped.
It didn't take long for me to realize that he'd forgotten his lyrics.
"That idiot.." I mumbled to myself as I watched him pause with a 'I'm ed' expression on his face.
Slowly, worry began taking over me as I watched the amount of time grow, my throat becoming dryer. I wanted him to do well...And I knew he was good enough. He just had problems sometimes memorizing his lyrics under pressure.
Thankfully, that idiot managed to prove everyone wrong. I watched as B.I. leaped off of the stage and rose his hands in the air, beginning his new freestyle rap,
"Yeah, I forgot my lyrics,
But you won't see that happen again,
This is freestyle, and I'm B.I."
A smile crawled across my face as I watched him do his thing, not allowing a small blunder to stand in the way of his goal. He really was something different...And I loved that about him.
As he walked across the stage and finished up the final line of his rap, B.I. glanced over at me and made eye contact, before allowing a smile to form on his lips while he looked at me.
I had no idea why, but so many butterflies seemed to swarm inside of me, as if setting me on fire. I'd never felt so flustered over a single glance before.
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Soon after auditions had ended, significantly less people were left. I was standing in front of a vending machine, waiting for my drink to come out. It was nerve racking enough to have gotten through auditions; so I might as well get a drink and try to prepare myself for the next round.
"You're always drinking juices or sodas."
My head slightly turned as I heard the voice, not surprised to see that Hanbin was walking towards me.
"You drink juice more than you eat food." He spoke as he came up beside me.
A small clank sounded from the bottom of the vending machine, and I slowly lowered myself to reach for the small bottle of fruit juice I'd purchased. It rolled out into my hands with ease.
As I stood back upright, my gaze looked up at B.I. before I responded, "Can you stop stalking me?"
He immediately placed his hand on my forehead and rubbed it profusely before pushing me away lightly. "Don't talk to your elder like that."
"Of course." I bowed deeply as I spread my arms apart like a bird, a laugh threatening to escape me.
"Were you scared?" Hanbin suddenly asked me, causing me to look back up at him as I opened my drink.
It took me a moment to respond, but I managed to gather my thoughts and say, "A little. San-E is so hot and he's one of my favorite rappers."
"He's way older than you!"
"Age is just a number."
"Michelle!"
I let out a laugh at B.I.'s sudden change of demeanor; transitioning from his regular cool self to that of a more relaxed form of him. In all honesty, I'd definitely date San-E.
"You want to get some food before we head back home?" B.I. suddenly asked, pulling me out of my many ideas for fanfictions of San-E.
At this, I immediately nodded with a smile. For some reason, I really wanted to be with him.
We began walking towards the exit of the SMTM3 set building, on our way to the nearest restaurant. I was craving noodles a bit.
Luckily, a café was right beside the building. Around this area of Korea most of the shops were bunched close together, making it easier for me to navigate around cities.
I quickly walked into the small restaurant, hastily trying to get out of the cold. A warm aroma of fresh, korean food wafted itself into my nostrils, causing a small sigh to escape me.
"I guess you were hungry." B.I. teased as we found a table to sit at.
"Shut up." I laughed, picking up a pair of chopsticks that were neatly placed on top of our table mats.
As we waited for the food to arrive, I couldn't help but watch Hanbin. It was a bad habit of mine, but I always felt myself staring at him and observing all of his features. The defined jaw line, the strong nose bridge, the neat hair tucked behind his snapback. He had a very unique face.
"Your soup is here." A woman came by as she set the bowl down.
"Thank you." I spoke as I gratefully as I gently took the dish and placed it in front of me.
I swore I was going to explode from how happy I was. Since I hadn't eaten all day, this regular bowl of noodles looked like a platter of gold. Hanbin watched as I happily slurped up the hot dish, a content expression present on my face.
Once I realized that he was looking at me, I gradually slowed my roll down and ate the noodles much more gracefully.
"Why'd you do that?" He suddenly asked, pulling me out of my state of bliss.
"What?" I responded.
"You were eating heavily, but then you looked at me and started eating really soft."
I cocked my eyebrow. It was a bit odd how he acknowledged that.
"I've always been uncomfortable eating in front of guys. It makes me feel awkward, like I'm gonna eat in a gross way." I said as I finished up the remnants of my bowl.
Hanbin's eyes slightly widened as I said this. "Wow. You didn't seem like that type of girl."
"What type?" I asked in a more defensive tone.
"The type who cares about what people think." He chuckled slightly. "I don't know, I thought this would be like one of those movies where girls just eat like a guy and don't care if they're on a date."
"Yeah, well, my personality's slightly different." I said with a shrug.
And then, it suddenly hit me.
"Did you say we're on a date?" I spoke, my eyes slightly widening.
"I used an example as a date." Hanbin said blandly. Yet I could see his face was beginning to redden. "And so what if we're on a date? That's not a big deal."
"I mean...Friends don't really go on dates with friends. That's a slight difference." I pointed out with a small smile.
"Maybe we are on a date." He said in a regular tone, a blunt expression on his face.
I felt myself become slowly taken aback. He was actually being serious...I wasn't expecting that.
But at the same time, I wasn't fighting it either.
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"This girl Tymee is up." Bobby whispered to me as we sat in the rows, waiting to be evaluated by the judges. "You afraid of her?"
"She's nothing." I responded.
"Wooh, our little Michelle is getting feisty." Bobby let out a howling laugh. "You'll be fine."
I laughed in return as I sunk into my seat. I had gotten over the nervous part, but the more I thought about having a timed rap, the more I began to take the competition seriously. I had to win this, or I may never debut.
A few minutes passed, and all you could see was that Tymee girl forget her entire rap, messing up the beat and lyrics. I cringed at the thought of the same thing happening to me. There was such a thick competition between the girls in this show, it was almost as if there were 2 completely different categories between genders.
"Michelle, please enter the stage."
I looked over at B.I. and Bobby before slowly getting up, walking towards the large doors that held cameras pointing directly at my face. The atmosphere gradually became darker as I came closer to the stage.
In no time, I managed to reach the double doors, waiting for my hands to open them. A deep breath inhaled into my lungs before I finally pushed the looming lumps of metal open, revealing all of the judges sitting above me.
"Michelle is your name?" Masta Wu asked me as I stepped forward.
"No nickname? Just a regular name?" Dok2 added.
"No. That's a bit tacky if you haven't debuted yet." I responded bluntly. I could almost feel the amount of people glaring straight into the TV screen.
"Ooohh." I heard Swings chuckle. "Some pretty big words for a girl. It says here on your file that you're from America."
"Her style looks very american." Tablo pointed out, staring at my wardrobe. "It's not what regular Korean girls wear."
"I evaluated you, didn't I?" San-E spoke up with a large grin. "She's very talented. Her lyrics are crazy."
I felt myself smile brightly as San-E said this, my own fangirl inside of me coming out. The Quiett immediately lifted his hand to point at me and chuckled, "Hey, do you by any chance have a crush on San-E over there?"
"Ah...No." I responded slowly, fumbling with my earlobe.
"That's so cute." Tablo laughed cheerily as all of the judges began chuckling.
"Well if you ever decide to join the Swings and San-E team I'll be sure to treat you well." San-E winked, a wide smile spreading across his cheeks.
I let out a laugh, but I couldn't help but feel ridiculously embarrassed. He was my favorite rapper, after all.
"Whenever you're ready." Dok2 spoke, forcing me into my zone.
I had to do be able to do this. And I couldn't mess it up.
"You give me that beat like a Ray Rice scandal
I could take a couple shots shordy call me lindsay lohandle
Handle. Handle my business like a CEO on Broadway
Let me know what kind of show you lookin for after you show me that money"
I continued my rap for as long as clock went, sweat threatening to drip down the sides of my face.
It was beyond nerve-wracking to stay on the beat in front of all of these judges, knowing that if all of them pressed their buttons, I'd be out.
The minutes felt like hours, but they continuously went on and on, the milliseconds pounding into my head as I tried not to look at the clock.
"Now tell me if you really wanna know who the I really am
I'm Michelle from YG, take a flick or a cam
I don't ever want to hear the word idol
Or some low town diss
Cause chances are I'm better and I got more talent in my wrist."
As I finally focused my eyesight and finished the last of my verse. Immediate shock overwhelmed me.
I had an all pass.
"Damn." Swings let out a laugh as he clapped his hands together. "You've got comebacks for days."
"Your lyrics really are something." Tablo nodded, clearly impressed.
"I think you and San-E would make a great couple." Swings howled.
"Kamsahabnida (Thank you)." I spoke with a laugh as I turned and began walking away.
I couldn't believe it. It was over, just like that. I almost thought I was dreaming for a moment.
The grin on my face couldn't be wiped off as I walked back into the waiting room, the gold SMTM3 necklace swinging back and forth on my neck. I wanted to brag.
"You killed it!" Bobby said as he hugged me. "Probably the best girl rapper here."
I opened my mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a girl walking past me who snottily added in,
"I wouldn't be too sure about that."
My eyes followed her as she walked towards the large double doors. I think I heard someone call her Jolly V at one point.
Still worthless.
As she walked inside, I decided to sit back and watch how she rapped. Might as well, considering I'm going to have to face her later on in the competition,
"You're better than her." B.I. said to me blandly as we began walking towards the inner stage, where the people who passed were allowed to watch everyone else who was going to perform after them.
I smiled and looked up at him before responding, "Thanks, Hanbin."
By the time we reached the seats, that girl Jolly V had already begun her rap, with a pretty upbeat track accompanying her. I decided to watch her carefully, knowing that it's better to study all of my possible opponents.
As I listened, there wasn't anything particularly special about her rap, until a specific verse came in.
"You come in with your little YG crew,
A big old agency, what you're still not through?
I be on the mic like killer Mike mic,
But you be on the dinner dates with a man named B.I.
This isn't a place for you couples,
Do you think this show is for fun?
I don't know if you've noticed, but SMTM only has uno winner, one."
It felt as if all eyes were laid upon me, with that obvious diss basically slapping me in the face. All I could see was red. I was angry in so many ways that I didn't know if I should get up or not.
But how did she even know B.I. and I had even gone out to eat together?
"Don't let it faze you." B.I. said to me in a bored tone. "Just crush her in the next round."
I watched as the judges seemed a bit taken aback at the sudden diss that Jolly V had included in her rap. It seemed a bit soon to diss someone this early in the show.
"So, were you talking about Michelle in that last verse?" San-E asked, his expression a bit bland.
"Better be careful, that's San-E's illegal love interest." Dok2 spoke up with a small chuckle.
"Yeah, it was about her." Jolly V admitted. "I don't like the fact that she's from a big agency like YG, or the fact that she thinks she can go on dates while everyone else is taking this competition seriously. All she is is an idol girl and they don't belong here. She needs to go back to doing her little photo shoots and focus on looking pretty since she has no talent to offer. That goes for all of the idol girls here."
Oooohs could be heard from throughout the entire stadium as Jolly V kept the disgusting grin plastered on her face, nearly making me run up on stage.
"Those are some harsh words." YDG spoke with a whistle. "I'm interested in what will spark between you two."
Jolly V simply grinned before turning and walking back towards the large double doors, holding her chain victoriously. I was fuming, but I didn't show it.
I'd let her know who she ed with in the next round.
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At this point in the show, everyone was being called for interviews.
"So, Michelle," A woman asked me as I sat down. "What do you think about Jolly V?"
Wow, I guess people here got straight to the point. I merely shrugged and replied, "She's nothing."
"Have you ever met her before? She said some pretty rude things back at the last round."
"I've never met her before." I laughed. "But all of the things she said were inaccurate. I'm from YG, but I'm here because of my talent. Not because I want more exposure. The fact that she had the audacity to even talk me is funny. She's high if she thinks I'm going to let her get away with thinking she's better than I am. I won't diss her in the interview, because I've got enough for her in the next round."
"Wow, big talk! And about her rap...You did go on a date with YG's B.I. is that correct?"
I paused for a moment, completely forgetting about that part. How could I respond to that?
"I don't understand how people even knew me and B.I. went out to eat." I began blandly. "We're just friends. I was hungry so we both went to a restaurant. You call that a date?"
"I see..Many cameras were still following some contestants, so I believe the footage caught onto you and B.I. at the café."
"Well I'd appreciate it if SMTM could break their habit of editing people to stir unnecessary problems." I smiled at the camera rudely, complete disrespect pulling out of me.
I looked back at the interview lady and waited for her dismissal, before standing up and walking out of the pathetic booth. This entire show was a joke, and I couldn't handle it anymore.
"Michelle, how was it?" B.I. asked me as I walked towards him, realizing that this was my first interview for anything.
"They're all so plastic." I muttered, rubbing my arms. "All of their questions were about Jolly V."
"Here, you look cold." B.I. rolled his eyes as he passed me his sweatshirt. "And don't get worked up over drama. It'll only make you look bad."
I nodded and sighed before slipping on the hoodie. Either way, the next round would be a battle between people they chose.
******OKAY so I'm going to skip a little straight towards Jolly V and Michelle's rap battle**********
"Oh, the two rivals." Dok2 joked as Jolly V and I walked into the room, our mics basically clinging to our fingertips.
"I'm actually excited to see how this will turn out." Swings leaned back in his seat with a smile, eyeing our expressions.
I took a small inhale of breath before saying, "Beat, please."
Jolly V immediately cracked her back and brought the mic to her lips as the track spun, preparing for her rap.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you like the way you rap it, huh?
Well I know english too, you ain't nothing special, hun
I got rythyms and rhymes and I spit it all the time
You may call me Jolly V but the V is for victory"
I allowed a smirk to break out on my face before bringing the mic to my face.
"You call me an idol girl,
like I got no talent no swag no beat,
But this YG shordy gon show you how quick you'll catch defeat,
Call me the female yeezy,
A newborn finisher,
But no matter how much you wish you could beat me, you'll never be winner,
You look like a worn out wig,
An empty can of hairspray,
I feel bad for ya mother, who would've known she'd give birth to Matthew McConoughay?"
San-E immediately let out his signature hyena laugh as I finished the verse, his hands clapping madly.
I simply smiled in return, feeling a bit pumped after coming for every aspect of Jolly V's life.
"That was crazy." Swings howled. "You really got her back."
As I looked over at Jolly V, all I could see were flames basically fuming out of her eyes, as if she were holding back from throwing something. It was a satisfying sight to see, allowing an even larger smile to form on my face.
"Alright, well," Tablo began. "I think we all know who is going with us. Congratulations, Michelle."
I bowed gratefully, before turning to give Jolly V one last look as I walked out of the room, handing her my mic in triumph.
*******Okay I'm skipping once again to when everyone is beginning to go out on stage. I promise this is the last skip******
I watched back stage as B.I. practiced, waiting for my turn.
He was going to be performing an original song, "My name is B.I."
I couldn't help but feel proud as he practiced with his whole heart on stage, the hard-working B.I. showing through himself. It was always mesmerizing to watch him do what he loved.
"Michelle, your rap is up. Better start practicing how you're gonna act on stage." San-E said as he walked towards me.
I nodded and peeled B.I.'s sweatshirt off of my body (yes I still had it), revealing my body in a tight black shirt with grey, ripped joggers along with Jordan's on my feet.
As I hopped onto the stage with my mic, it felt as if I were in a huge stadium. I'd never performed on such a large stage before...This would be my first time performing in front of so many people. I couldn't believe it.
"Whenever you're ready." Swings cued me, sending me a thumbs up.
I nodded, holding the mic in front of my lips, before beginning to spit some raps. I had worked ridiculously hard on all of them, and I couldn't wait to let everyone know just how rightfully I deserve to be here.
While I continued to rhyme and stay on beat, it didn't take long for me to figure out how to perform and run around on stage to get a crowd pumped up. I truthfully thought I'd be fine.
In no time, I managed to finish, and quickly walked off of stage, sweat dripping down my face. It was exhilarating being on the SMTM stage, and I felt so alive.
I love music.
I want to continue doing it for the rest of my life.
As I walked towards the water fountain, a sudden voice stopped me.
"I didn't know you could rap."
My head immediately turned, only to see none other than Koo Junhoe.
My eyes widened as I watched him come closer to me, a smile present on his face. I couldn't fathom the fact that he was here, standing right in front of me.
"When did you get here?" I spoke exasperatedly. "That's crazy! I can't believe you came!"
A large smile on my face, I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a tight, loving hug. Honestly, I'd missed him so much during my time on SMTM.
But it was a bit odd. As I hugged him....It wasn't like I was hugging an old friend, it felt more than that.
"Hey, Junhoe, what are you doing here?"
I finally broke apart from Junhoe as I heard B.I.'s voice, realizing that he was walking towards us.
"Hey, I just came to see Michelle perform." Junhoe explained with a shrug.
"Oh, that's nice." Hanbin responded with an almost dead expression on his face.
It made me my eyebrow a bit. He never usually acted so...Cold towards Junhoe. Could it be that he was jealous? I wanted to dismiss that idea, but it seemed like such an obvious answer.
Junhoe looked over at me before giving me one last hug, "I'll be waiting backstage after you perform. And good luck, Hyung."
B.I. simply nodded, his eyes following Junhoe all the way across the backstage, as if making sure that he was leaving. I stared at Hanbin in confusion, wondering why he was acting so rude towards him.
"Good luck, Michelle." B.I. patted me on the shoulder before walking away, not even bothering to look back.
"Yeah..Thanks." I mumbled slowly.
It was going to be a long night.
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