“And now class, we’re going to move onto the dinosaur exhibit.”

I pouted. “Aish… Teacher, this museum is boring as hell.”

My teacher stopped and looked at me. “KIM KIBUM!” He yelled. “You will not swear at me. You’re only eight!”

“So what?! I want out of here!”

Some of my other classmates came up to him saying, “Curse him, teacher!”

“Alright then,” Teacher replied. He looked at me again and chanted, “Kim Kibum… You will work at a museum for the rest of your life..." He waved his hands in a creepy motion, erupting laughter from my classmates.

Angry, I stomped my feet. “NO I WON’T! I’LL BECOME A SINGER AND BE IN SMTOWN!”

Everyone laughed. “As if. Do you really think you can sing?” he said, snickering. “Becoming a singer is hard you know." He turned to the other students. “Okay class, let’s move on!”

“Who needs them,” I thought, angrily. “I will be a part of SMTOWN.”

As I followed behind my class, a boy around my age caught my eye. He was staring at a Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton for so long that he started drooling. “What,” I thought. “He looks like an idiot.”

This was eight years ago.

--

“Well, Kibum-sshi, your resume was most impressive out of all the applicants we’ve received. You are hired.”

“Ah, really…” I scratched the backside of my head. “I’ll look forward to working in the…museum, sunbaenim.” I stood up and bowed. As I left the room, I thought, “Aish… Who would’ve thought I’d actually be working in a museum... It's just volunteering, but still."

 I sighed. “Well, SM is holding auditions next month, so I guess I’ll earn some money first…"

--

I walked up to the staff room near the back of the museum. I opened the door. “Hello? I’m a new worker…”

A man in his 50’s and janitorial outfit came up to me. “Ah, you’re Kibum? Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand.

“Don’t speak to me informally, old geezer.” I took his hand. “Ah, yes. Nice to be working with you.”

“For your first month, you’ll just be taking it easy. I want you to just sweep around the museum for a while.” He said, while handing me a broom.

“Great,” I thought. “I’m a janitor.”

--

“Sweeping…Sweeping…Sweeping…Sleeping…” I shot myself awake. “Damn, how long has it been?”

I looked up, and saw a boy around my age. He was staring at a Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton for so long that he started drooling. “What,” I thought. “He looks like an idiot.”