For Princessoreos

Hanni is a street performer and lives on the streets. One day, she didn't have enough money for a motel and stays outside on the cold night. Sunyoul is always there for her street performances and saw her that night.

OC Name: Lee Hanni

Sunyoul's real name: Seon Yein

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Lee Hanni P.O.V.

"Thank you guys for coming out tonight on this cold evening, goodnight everyone." I called out to the small crowd that had surrounded around me. Their clapping filled my ears and they all dispersed. Another night of only a few dollars to pass by. I saw my breath through the cold air. Even though spring was around the corner, the nights were still very cold. I placed my guitar into it's case that only had a few dollars in it and went on my way. 

It's getting late, I should find some place to sleep. 

I fumbled through my pockets, but found only a few dollars. I sighed heavily. There were less people tonight since it was so cold. 

I walked past the motel I was planning to stay at and found a bench away from peoples' eyes. I placed my guitar down and laid down on the ice cold bench. 

Why don't you have enough money for this night? One of the coldest nights ever. 

I ruffled my hair, but I knew beggars can't be choosy. I stared at the dark night sky, contemplating my life.

I had started pursuing my music career when I was 15. It all started when my mother died when I was 14. She was a single mom, and never supported my wishes to become a musician. I was a rebellious teen, so I always fought back against her and never told her how much she meant to me. Then, out of nowhere, she's gone. I never realized how much I needed her until she left. I started to perform on the streets a year later, and I've been doing it ever since. 

"Am I choosing the right path, mom? I know you and dad were never supportive of my music career, but it's what I feel like I should be doing. Just send me a sign." I whispered to the sky. Talking to myself was normal and usual, I had no one to talk to, so the only one I could talk to was me and my mom in the heavens. 

"I think you're making the right decisions." Someone replied to me. I jumped up from the bench. 

"Who's there?" I yelled, picking up my guitar for a weapon. From experience on living on the streets, I knew my guitar was a good weapon and that people talking to you only meant bad things. 

"I-I'm not going to hurt you! I just saw that you were here alone, and-and I saw you didn't make lots of money tonight, I want to make sure you were ok," The guy spoke out. I noticed he had a very fragile, maybe even girly like voice. I then realized what he said.

"You watched me perform?" I asked, feeling a bit giddy that I had fans. He walked out further and nodded. 

"Yeah, every night," He admitted with a soft blush. I felt a blush coming on to, I didn't know how long it's been since I've talked to a boy, or to an actual person. 

"Wow, that means a lot to me," I said sincerely, fiddling with my fingers. Having not spoken to people for a long time, I forgot how to thank people or what sincerely even is.

Before I knew it, he walked over to me and sat down right next to me. We sat and stared at the night sky. We didn't talk much, but it felt like we knew each other for a long time. It had been a while since someone cared enough to sit with me or talk to me about my feelings. 

"I think you're really good," He complimented. I awkwardly laughed. 

"Haha, thanks, but, my music career really isn't working out, so..." I didn't know why was telling him this, but I felt like I could tell him my personal problems, it's the soothing voice. 

"I don't want you to give up!" He spoke confidently out of nowhere. I was a bit startled, scratch that, I was a lot startled. 

"What?" I asked again, not understanding his sentence. He gulped and fumbled with his fingers. 

"I don't want you to give up on your music career." He started again. "I know how hard it is to build up a music career and how much time and effort it takes to get there. And sometimes, the time and effort isn't even enough, you needs tons of luck. But, I see something in you lots of musicians these days don't have passion and emotion like you have. You tell stories in your music, you have meaning in your lyrics. And I don't want to see someone like that give up." I stood, frozen from his words. No one has ever told me to not give up on my music. My family, my friends, random people on the streets tell me to give up, to go back to school, to go live a normal life, he was the first person to tell me to keep going, to keep doing what I love the most: music. 

Then, reality struck me and I laughed.

"Yeah, but passion and emotion in my songs won't help me earn money to survive." I admitted bitterly. "I'm living on the streets, I can't do anything." I muttered bitterly. I felt the wind pick up and I used my torn jacket to cover me. I heard him sigh and pull something out of his clean pockets. 

"Here, call this number if you change your mind." The mysterious boy got up and walked away while I was left with a card from some sort of company, TOP Media. "And I hope you choose the one that's in your heart, not your mind." 

His words repeated in my mind and I took them with careful consideration. Throughout the few days since our last meeting, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I kept the card close to me and fiddled with it. 

"TOP Media. Call this number if you are interested in beginning a trainee." I read aloud. I sighed. "A trainee, aye. Is that the life I really want?" I spoke to myself. I stared at the guitar that was always with me every where I went. This is the life I want, isn't it?

I gathered the little money I had and went to a pay phone. I had to search for a while before I found one. I put in the quarters I had and punched in the number. I waited for a bit, until someone picked up.

"Hello, TOP Media official speaking. Are you applying to become a trainee?" A deep voice spoke. 

"Yeah, I was interested in becoming one." I spoke, trying to change my voice to sound nicer. I wonder how that guy got this.

I was asked to come in to the company the next day to audition. I walked to the company with heavy steps. I stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. 

"It's now or never." I boosted my self confidence. 

"Well, the door isn't going to move itself." A voice said behind me that made me jump. I turned and saw a guy who was quite good looking, but with a playful expression on his face. 

"Uh, I." I stuttered. He chuckled.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," He apologized. I scratched the back of my neck, realizing my appearance wasn't very put together. I rarely get showers and my clothes were tattered and dirty. "Are you a new trainee?" 

"Uhm, I'm sorta coming to meet with officials to audition." I spoke with a meek voice. He gave me a surprised look as he opened the door for me. I thanked him and walked in.

"Well, then you don't want to be late. Good luck." He gave me a 'fighting' sign and walked on by. He must be a celebrity here, I look terrible. I walked down the hall, where auditions were held. I glanced up and saw all the pretty girls and boys waiting to audition. They all had tons of makeup on and they looked nicely washed. When I walked in, murmurs started to fill the air. 

I sat down and everyone walked the opposite way.

"Ew, look at her! She looks like she hasn't washed for days!"

"Yeah, do you see her hair, it's so greasy and dirty."

"Forget the hair, look at her clothes, they're ripped and tattered."

"Yeah, she'll never get in." 

I felt my confidence level get shot down and my heart felt depleted. I felt angry tears well up in my eyes and I walked out of the room once an official came in. 

"Miss-"

I didn't care who was calling me, I didn't want to be stuck here with a bunch of bratty annoying girls and boys who were probably ten times better than I was, at least they were ten times prettier. 

I ran out of the company and collapsed underneath a tree in a grassy area. I placed my guitar on my lap and felt tears drop down onto the case. 

"I knew I should have given up. Stupid random guy making me do this." I sobbed. 

"I hope you're not talking about me." I glanced up from the ground and I found myself staring at the same guy who got me into this mess. His faces was sad and he walked over to me and took a seat. "I'm taking that it didn't go so well." I shook my head.

"Yeah, I forgot that I was ugly and poor and I haven't showered in days," I choked out. 

"The other trainees got to you?" He asked. I didn't want to admit it, but their words did hurt me. It's been so long since I've been bullied or been talked down to. "You shouldn't let them get to you, you're the CEO's favorite." I nodded at his words to make him try and leave faster, but I quickly whipped my head towards him.

"What do you mean? I didn't even meet him yet," I said in disbelief. He chuckled.

"Well, you didn't. I showed him some videos of you while you were performing and he loved you. I told him I gave you that card and he was really excited for you to audition. But, he told me you ran away and that he was really disappointed because he really liked you." Showed him videos of me? Does he know the CEO? I gasped at his words. The CEO likes me? 

"What? I can't even...He probably hates me now." I clutched my head out of frustration. I felt the guy pat my back. 

"I don't know, he really wanted to see you. Maybe he'll give you another chance." I stared into the distance, hoping for a reason to go back there and get bullied by other trainees who are better looking than I am. "And if you're worrying about you appearance, our CEO is a softy for people who are poorer than the rest. He'll understand." I tried to focus my attention on what I was going to do, but my head was so clouded and confused. I groaned out of frustration. I then smiled at the guy.

"Thanks..." I trailed off, not knowing his name. 

"My name is Seon Yein, but my stage name is Sunyoul." My eyes widened. 

"Stage name? You're an idol?" I exclaimed. He chuckled and nodded.

"Yup, from TOP Media! That's why I recommended you, silly." I laughed. 

"And I'm Lee Hanni," I stated. He chuckled.

"Yeah, I know, I watch you every time you perform." He gave me a smile that melted my heart and made it feel lighter, something it hasn't felt in a long, long time. 

"Right, and thank you again. I promise I won't give up this time." I said while making my way to the company. He smiled widely.

"You better not!" 

I laughed and felt like my footsteps were now ten times lighter. 

Mom, is he the sign you sent me? 

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