Pounding. 

The sound of my own increasing heartbeat started to drown out the scramble of feet in the studio.
 

"Mina..." whispered Jihyo.

Yet minutes passed and the deafening silence continued. I sat.

Waiting.

Hoping.

Staring at your trembling hands, your tear-filled eyes, and your quivering lips. Wanting to believe that the picture was just another meaningless shot between friends.

I wanted to hear it from you. I wanted to hear it from your voice.

"Mina... Come in...." 

Without taking your eyes off the ground, you wearily stood up and slowly took your heavy feet towards the gather of executives.

Hello! This is my first fanfic on Michaeng! I know the setting of this is set in quite a sensitive area but I swear it's going to get fluffy..!

Thank you so much for reading! :)