No time to play
I want to see you When I got back to my dorm, I locked the door and sank to the floor. Is this happening? Is this reality? Is he actually debuting? Can I really see him that soon? Weren’t idols supposed to train for years?
There were so many questions running through my head. Maybe Zico didn’t have to train as much as I thought. He did make 4 albums of his own independently and he’s played some of his songs to me. I wasn’t really into rap, but he was still a pretty amazing artist and producer.
I sat on the floor for a good hour, still trying to comprehend what was going on until I decided to take out my phone and find the article about the new group. Since I was still in my first semester of studying Korean, I had to locate a translation of the article. Luckily Kpop was popular internationally so it wasn’t too difficult.
I stared long and hard at the picture of Zico. It looked like it had been taken some time ago. Was it a picture he sent in with his audition tape? I couldn’t help but smile at how happy he looked in the picture. Before I knew it a small tear was forming in my eye. I don’t know why I was crying. We didn’t really have anything special. I bought coffee from him daily, we made small talk and that was it. It wasn’t like we had anything more than that, so why am I so upset?
I held back the tear and looked at the other members’ pictures. They all looked fairly mature for their ages. They all looked like good boys. I was happy that Zico could be in a group with nice looking people and hopefully they would be successful.
Block B was debuting a month from now. I sighed a little. That was the beginning of the new term. It would completely clash with my schedule. I paid good money and traveled thousands of miles to be at this University. I couldn’t start slacking now because of a boy, much less a kpop group. Maybe I’ll just admire them afar…
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