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「ㅤ게임제로。 story begins !!page six
gyeo junhoo groans instinctively when he spots the female manager strutting into the dormitory, with the four male trainees trailing behind her in a neat file.
if the fact that park jinyoung, better known as jyp, knew about his scarred past was bad enough, having a co-worker who blacklisted him while he was a trainee would be disastrous. and, well, gyeo junhoo feels as if he's been tossed into the pits of a volcano, but the smile on seulgi's face is anything but empathetic.
“no one told me i was taking care of eight kids,” she muses playfully, gesturing nonchalantly to the line behind her.
she doesn't even give junhoo time to be appalled at her comment, because one, he was older than her, and two, she had just transported a carload of human beings into the apartment, when junhoo hasn't actually figured out what he was going to say to each new trainee as they stepped into the house.
yimin lets out a groan when he is finally ushered into his allocated bedroom, his eyes persistently glued to the wooden flooring as he padded towards his bed.
it's a stark difference from his bedroom in the foreign team, which was known by the company for all the wrong reasons. he was used to the moans of pain and occasional fights that occurred through the night — basically the reason why he is unwilling to leave the practice room each evening — and the bountiful of languages that were spoken at any one point of time.
yimin yearns for the chatter that he lived with in the past four years; at least he wouldn't feel so lonely. part of him is relieved to be away from people who have seen the worst in him, but the major portion of his sanity tells him he'd regret being away from soohyun.
it was probably a deliberate decision, or so yimin suspects, for the two of them to be separated into different bedrooms, and the annoyed sound that soohyun made when this was announced replays in yimin's head.
he can already hear seulgi (or manager-nim, as he'd whispered when he responded to her questions in the car) berating junhoo in the manager's bunk. if yimin had been in the right of mind, he'd have broken into a grin at the female manager's intelligent insults.
but yimin can't help but miss home — despite not actually knowing if the family that he was blood-related to welcomed him; he wasn't even sure how it felt like to be in an actual home. it felt like his first days as a trainee; unwanted, outcasted and tied down by a sheet of paper — his contract.
it's one of yimin's quiet times, the little moments where he just wants to return to his hometown and live the life of a normal adult and enjoy each day with his family.
who could he call family? family doesn't mean blood, and blood doesn't mean family. if he can't even locate his familial ties, what right did he have to search for a group of people who began as strangers, to be his family?
one thing yimin knows for sure; he isn't ready to accept new people into his life.
LAYOUT BY HEEBUMDAE
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