Aron: "you the person who makes my stopped heart beat."   Baekho: "R-R-Ren?"           The strain in his voice apparent as he tries to call out to Ren. His hand raises and wraps around his throat as he writhes in his bed. His eyes slowly open, and as his focus then clears, he realizes that Ren is no longer beside him. He sits up sharply and looks around, only to find Aron seated bedside.            His legs crossed at the ankles, he holds the chalkboard in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Like a paddle he gently swats at his leg with the board, he watches Baekho sit up in bed with a look of bewilderment. Ever drop of saliva swallowed going down like molasses laced with glass shards, he continues to grasp at his neck.   Aron: "are you okay? Do you need me to call the nurse? Need some water?"             His arm stretches out in his direction, Baekho reaches for the bottle and thirstily he drinks from it. He breathes a sigh of ease as the pain begins to subside with every drop of water. The mornings seemingly harder on his vocal chords due to the dryness built up as he sleeps. Aron holds the board up to his face again and chuckles lightly as he proceeds to read the message again.   Aron: "you the person who makes my stopped heart beat. The hospital staff is really nice here. Any one special?"             He continues to laugh at the extremely puzzled look on Baekho's face. His hand extends once more and he props the chalkboard on the bed beside Baekho where he had originally found it upon entering the room. His eyes lower, and he reaches over to retrieve the board. He smiles softly as the message written within a rather large heart all in pink chalk causes him to no longer feel confused.   Minhyun: "ohhhhh! The look on your face!!! It is someone special! Who is it?! Does she work on this floor?! Is it the y one at the front desk with the-"              As Aron bombards Baekho with questions pertaining to the possible identity of who this person might be, they become less and less audible as the words written on the board spark a very specific memory to replay itself. His head raises and he is no longer in his hospital room, but now he is seated in a waiting area just outside the audition room located within the Pledis building. A young boy exits, stepping out the door beside him. As another possible trainee starts their audition, a familiar song begins to play and Baekho's foot starts to tap along to the beat from what's being played in the room of which he is seated outside from.    Ren: "you know, you don't have to be nervous."            Baekho turns his head to the right and sees Ren walking down the hall toward him. He sits up properly in his seat and adjusts his shirt. He watches as he continues to walk toward him and sits himself in the seat beside him. He smiles widely while taking in the sight of Baekho as he leans in closer to him.    Baekho: "I'm not nervous, heh."   Ren: "oh... Then why aren't you in the room auditioning with the others? They aren't going to call you in."   Baekho: "I'm not here to audition, I came with a friend. He's the one who is auditioning."   Ren: "ohhhh. That's nice of you."   Baekho: "he was really scared to come alone, but he's a really good singer. So I promised him that I would come and be his support. Good news or bad, I'd be here with him."   Ren: "awww, you're such a good friend."   Baekho: "ah, thanks. So... Why aren't you in there auditioning? You know they aren't going to call you in right?"            Baekho smiles as he mimics the same line of questioning Ren had done earlier. Ren laughs and swats him softly on his arm. Baekho flinches and jokingly pretends to be physically hurt by the rather soft blow. The two laugh at one another then shush each other in unison as they realize how loud they were actually laughing.    Ren: "Well... If you must know, I'm already a trainee here. I auditioned in the beginning of the year."   Baekho: "wow, that's great! congratulations."   Ren: "hehe, thanks!"   Baekho: "so... I'm talking to a future actor? Dancer? Model? Idol?"   Ren: "all of the above!"   Baekho: "really? Wow."   Ren: "well... In the future. But right now, I'm just a singer. Future idol."   Baekho: "still cool."   Ren: "yup! I'm going to be the biggest singer one day. Like... Beyoncé, or Lady Gaga."   Baekho: "Beyoncé? Lady Gaga? but you're a boy."   Ren: "so what?! what does that mean!?"   Baekho: "that you can't be like either one of those two. Aren't there any male idols you want to be like?"   Ren: "sometimes you have to think outside of the box! Ever since I could talk I knew that I wanted to sing, and I knew that I wanted to be different from any other artist out there."   Baekho: "a boy Beyoncé, yeah, that's pretty different."                 He says sarcastically, causing the two to suddenly start laughing once again. Ren raises his hand as if he's going to strike him, Baekho raises his own hands in an attempt to block it. Ren turns his body away from Baekho and just looks down to the ground as he feels that he is suddenly being misunderstood.   Baekho: "I get it though, who wouldn't want to be a memorable artist? I'll be your first fan! Just don't forget me."   Ren: "Omo! Really?! No! I won't forget you, I promise!"   Baekho: "but I really do understand what you mean. I've always wanted to be a singer too."   Ren: "you did?"   Baekho: "yeah, it's always been my dream."   Ren: "so... Why aren't you auditioning?"   Baekho: "I don't know. I guess I'm scared to hear that I'm not good enough for my own dream. If they don't like it... Then I'll need to start dreaming of something else, something new."   Ren: "you won't hear no..."   Baekho: "I won't? How do you know?"   Ren: "I can just tell. There's something special about you."             The door beside Baekho opens and his friend rushes out. The defeated look on his friends face causes him to stand up from his chair. His lips curl to the side as he places an arm around his shoulders then pats him on the chest with his other hand.   Baekho: "sorry."   Friend: "it's okay. I just want to g