She woke up with a jolt. Haphazard hair, red eyes and a sweaty face was the look Kim bore to wake.
"Shibal '', cursing in Korean, she combed her fingers through her full ebony hair, angry and frustrated at the recurring dream she's been having ever since her parent's death.
Kim Mi-Soo climbed down from her bed on the top of the bunk before she went to have her bath. Today was her day. The day she would be debuting solo. The day her plans would finally start coming to fruit. The day all of her efforts would start blooming. Her lips spread into a sly smile before placing the face mask on her face, her face turning animated.
"Congrats to you", the stylist greeted as he ironed Mi-Soo's hair into waves. Kim Mi-Soo hated being congratulated. Her life was similar to that of a blown gasket. According to her, she had nothing to be grateful for…until she found her purpose of being in the agency.
"Thanks, I guess", came her reply as she tapped her fingers on the vanity impatiently. Her other hand gripped her arm rest, knuckle white.
"All done", he said tapping on the middle of her head. The teenage lady shut her eyes, annoyed that he thought he could do that, just because her head was under his mercy. She stood up, finding her composure, summoning an award-winning cheerful smile. She waltzed out of the room, elation coursing through her.
She was led to a black SUV, ready to transport her to her debut performance on Show! Music Core. As she stepped out of the vehicle, she saw the wave of fans that have gathered to watch her appearance before the show. As a kpop trainee debuting soloist, one is not expected to have many fans unless you were previously part of a famous group or you're from one of the big 3's. She was neither of them. She was so popular because of her 'charm' and amazing vocals, with a cute yet elegant facial structure.
Mi-Soo scowled internally as soon as the so-called fans rushed their way towards her, flashing their bright cameras at her.
"Hi, everyone, thanks for waiting so patiently for me, I really appreciate it", she stated, holding her mike with both hands, trying to put up with her cute demeanour. She heard of chant of appreciation from her the audience in the dark.
The intro to her song, THRONE, started and she readied herself to perform the elegant choreo she formulated herself. The slow rhythm of the violin, riding on the stream of her blood, made her feel relaxed as her body started moving slowly to the music, her lips harmonising with the lyrics. Dancing has always been her passion, she had lost all forms of motivation for any other of her hobbies but moving her body to the flow of music never left the soul of her dying heart.
At the dance break of her song, the gobsmacking part of the entire performance, She made eye contact with her, in the far end of the crowd. "Hi, baby", she heard in her ear. All forms of passion left her as the wave of anger started coursing through her. Kim Mi-Soo made sure to keep her cool and continued her performance.
Breathing heavily, she managed to finish her first show, perched on a chair arranged by her backup dancers, she exuded confidence. Her legs crossed elegantly, her tousled, ebony-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, a bold proclamation of her full, voluminous mane. With a regal gesture, she formed a crown with her hands framing her head with an air of authority.
A roar of applause echoed throughout her body, everybody amazed by her performance, her inhuman like beauty and gorgeous vocals. Everybody was too busy praising her, nobody noticed she had a devilish look in her eyes, wanting to tear apart the woman ahead of her.
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In a quiet corner, two teenage girls observed Mi-soo signing albums. The taller one, sporting a black wolfcut with vibrant blue highlights, donned a black hoodie inspired by Stray Kids, paired with blue cargo pants and a discreet black face mask. Engrossed in conversation, she shared thoughts with her shorter, preppier friend. The latter, wearing a pink and black plaid skirt adorned with a silver chain, paired it with a white long sleeve tucked into a pink sweater vest. A beige beret crowned her head, complementing her brown hair with subtle pink fringes.