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A very fleeting fic..very fleeting. I woke up this morning and just thought about the plot. In fact, I wanted to write a fanfic for Hya Song's birthday. But I was once heartbroken and thought that it would be better not to compose because I couldn't think of a plot and the exam was close.. then when I got over it I was able to come up with a plot in the final chapter. When I try to read it again, there are still parts that can still be added(?) really.

That is, I want to correct the mistake but I regret that date. Haha.

"Hugging" is at the same time,

the giving and receiving

"Oh, don't just sit. Isn't this enough? If you really work You must be more tired than this.”

As soon as I heard the dance teacher's voice coming from the entrance of the practice room, I...no, almost everyone rushed up from the floor even though they hadn't even been seated for five minutes.

We are trainees of a music label who have to learn and practice singing, dancing, and acting in many other ways in order to have sufficient basic readiness and abilities to debut as artists under the agency. But, the teacher can talk just by walking around. If you try to practice dancing for six hours straight..if you don't run out of energy, let us know.

"I'm okay. I'm okay. But it has to be after you're tired first. When you're actually performing, you probably won't have to dance for 6 hours straight, right..?"

The speaker was a small boy, his age roughly around the age of high school. His face was cute but his hair was cut very short.. it could almost be said that it was cropped close to his scalp, showing his thick eyebrows. that clearly lies above the small eyes Overall, it may seem like a mischievous child, but really, And..wait a minute. Why did you think of this? The point I will make is that he said exactly what I thought.

“I teach from real experience. If you still have the strength to continue speaking, how about doing a hundred push-ups?” The dance teacher said in a curt voice indicating dissatisfaction. "Today class is over. Everyone except Jung Min can go home.”

without waiting to repeat All the trainees immediately packed up their things and moved out of the practice room.

“You haven't gone yet, Hyunsung? Or do you want to stay and do push-ups?”

“Yes,” I nodded in response.

“Huh, what?” the dance teacher asked again.

“I thought the same thing as Jungmin said. Therefore, I will do half the push-ups for him.”

“Hyunsung hyung..” Jungmin moaned my name. We've known each other for three months since we became trainees. He was a year younger than me but had mature ideas. Set your own life path by making very firm decisions.

“If you talk about it like that, then you won't do push-ups for Jung Min,” the dance teacher sarcastically said.

I raised my eyebrows, "Is that possible? So I'll do it for him."

When it was over, I lowered myself down and started doing push-ups without waiting for an answer.

"Hyunsung hyung, you don't have to do it, teacher. It was my fault. Please let me do it."

"He wants to do it, so do it."

"but-"

“Make it two hundred times, Hyunsung,” the dance teacher ordered. “You go press his back too, Jungmin.”

"teacher.."

“Hurry up or do you want to sit on Hyunsung’s back?”

During that time I had done dozens of push-ups. When I realized that there was no way I could make the dance teacher change his mind. Jungmin didn't respond any more. He walked over and stood next to her. Then he used one hand to press down on my back.

"Use both hands to press down hard, Jeongmin. Put your weight on it."

Jungmin increased his pressure. But I could feel that he was still saving some of his strength. But..even if Jungmin pressed his full force on my back or even if he came up and sat on my back. I guess I can still do push-ups.

Well, Jung Min is so light he's going to die.

Before the two hundredth time had passed, I was drenched with sweat. The weather is quite cold here. I went to change clothes while Jungmin was called away by the dance teacher.

When I came out of the bathroom, I didn't see anyone in the practice room. So I picked up my bag and walked out of the building. Once you can unlock the chain that holds the spokes of the wheel I took my beloved bicycle out of the parking lot opposite the building and saw someone standing at the bus stop.

“Jungmin, haven't you come home yet?” I greeted after pressing the handbrake to stop the bike in front of him.

“..not yet.” Jungmin replied and sniffed.

"The car hasn't arrived yet?"

"I've come and gone."

"oh? So why didn't you get in the car and go home?"

“Hyunsung hyung..are you mad at me?” Jungmin not only didn't answer my question, he asked me in return.

"Hmm..? Why must I be angry at you?”

"I'm sorry. I'm really talking. But it made you have to take the blame instead,” Jungmin said, bowing his head in apology until his face almost hit the ground.

"It's okay." I kicked down the bike stand and walked over, grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up. "I'm not angry at you. I was telling the truth just now. I really think like you said."

“Then..thank you very much.” Jungmin made a half-smile, half-smile. Even though we haven't known each other for long, I know that Jung Min isn't a bad kid. Just being a bit blunt and actually being a child who thinks a lot. I raised my arm around his shoulder and patted him gently. To say that it's really okay.

“Where did the hat and scarf go?” I noticed that Jungmin only had gloves and a long coat as protection from the cold. He doesn't really like cold weather. The other day it was almost a portable closet.

"Oh, I woke up late this morning and forgot to put on—" I couldn't finish my sentence. Jungmin sneezed loudly. He rubbed his nose and sneezed again..and again. In conclusion, Jung Min three times in a row. Then he raised the back of his hand and rubbed his nose until it was completely red.

I saw that and took off my scarf and handed it to him. But Jungmin shook his head in denial.

"Let's go. It's a long way to get home, isn't it?"

“No problem,” Jungmin denied again. So I stepped closer and wrapped a scarf around Jung Min. He was slightly taken aback before raising his hand to shake it. He pretended to take off his scarf until I had to quickly stop him.

"Don't take it off. If you take it off, I'll be really angry."

"But the weather is cold—"

Hurry!

I pulled Jungmin into a tight hug. once and then pulled away just as the bus pulled up to the pier. "Just this will stop the cold. Don't forget to wear a scarf tomorrow. See you later."

I stood and put Jungmin on the bus and then rode my bicycle home.

Since it was announced that in the next three weeks trainees would be selected for special training, the implication was that they would be selected as artists. Since then the training has become more and more brutal. From where you can cycle back easily by yourself. Lately I've been thinking more and more of the idea of ​​leaving it here and taking the bus home.

This week my class schedule is singing. Jung Min is still studying dance as usual. It's time for Jung Min to rest. I saw him carrying a bag and prowling in front of the room while I was being punished.

He stood and watched until I walked away.

" 'Hi, hyung,' Jung Min greeted.

"Um, 'Hi," I replied lazily. and walked with Jung Min We snuck in and sat on the fire escape steps, which few people pass by.

“Hyunsung hyung, would you like some snacks?” Jungmin broke the silence by opening his bag and pulling out a beautiful blueberry pie. It was arranged on a small tray. and divided them up neatly. If you didn't buy them, the person who made them must have very good skills.

"Hmm, where did you get it?"

“Someone gave it to me,” Jungmin replied as he picked up a piece of pie and handed it to him.

“Girlfriend?” I asked, popping a pie into my mouth. before raising an eyebrow in slight amazement that it tasted better than expected. I'm not a picky eater and I think I've eaten enough to be able to estimate the taste of food before I eat it.

"No, I'm a junior at school."

“Hmm, the meat smells the same. Saha School is very good. You really don't have a boyfriend, Jung Min?"

“True, but me and you, how many boyfriends have you had?” Jung Min nodded and handed me another piece of pie.

"I haven't had a boyfriend yet. Have you forgotten that you go to an all-boys school?”

A second piece of blueberry pie disappeared into my stomach.

"I haven't forgotten, but being at an all-boys school doesn't mean I can't have a boyfriend. Kind of like an all-girls school next door. Something like this."

"How can I have it? Things like that only happen in cartoons.”

The third piece of blueberry pie disappeared into my stomach.

"So..you've never had a boyfriend?"

I nodded. Why are you repeating this?

"Never even dated?"

I nodded again. Do you want to emphasize anything else?

"Uh, can I ask..did you get scolded by the teacher just now?"

I nod again I'm sure you're not blind.

The fourth piece of blueberry pie disappeared into my stomach while Jungmin continued to devour the second and final piece of the tray. It wasn't that he was too busy asking to eat, he intended to give it to me to eat from the beginning.

“Every time, I passed smoothly. Do I have to learn a new, more difficult subject this time? Or is this teacher really cruel?”

"Wow..I got screwed." I sighed in reply in a teasing voice. Actually, I had quite a lot of confidence in myself, but today, that confidence is being completely eroded. “It's not new. What can I say..next week you'll take singing lessons, right? Until then, I knew."

“Fighting,” Jungmin said and raised his arms to give me a supportive hug like he always did. But before he pulled away I held Jungmin closer and buried my face in his shoulder.

I felt Jung Min hesitate a bit but he didn't push me away. So I closed my eyes and buried my face in his shoulder like that and moved my hands together behind the person in my embrace so as not to make him feel too uncomfortable while I was recharging my energy(?).

"Fight, I can do it." The bright voice that sounded in my ear helped to replenish my dry spirits. Even if you don't look up, you can remember that smiling face.

“Thank you.” I glanced at my watch and loosened my arms. “Let's go, break time is over.”

And then Jung Min saw it himself a week later..

I think so.

Jungmin opened the door to the singing practice room just as I opened the door to the music classroom on the opposite side.

“Oh, are you taking a break too, Jungmin? How are you studying?"

Jungmin didn't answer, but went to investigate the singing classroom next door. By looking through the glass on the door When he saw that he was free, he came back and grabbed my arm. Drag him into that room and then turn around and lock the door.

"Hyunsung, plug your ears."

"Huh?"

“Plug your ears,” Jungmin repeated. When he saw that I had done as he was told, he took a deep breath before…

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Shouting with all the might of your lungs.

Even with earplugs, I still feel like my ears are ringing a bit. When I saw that everything was safe (?), I moved to pat Jungmin's back, who was standing there gasping for breath, face red. "Are you feeling more comfortable yet?"

“Not yet, not yet,” Jungmin gritted his teeth and gushed out what he had been holding back. “This teacher is extremely cruel. I don't know how to be so picky about what's wrong with me. Believe him, he'll tell me that sometimes I can't sing out of key. I'll just say that I sang over the rhythm sometimes. Bossy even when it comes to breathing.

Here, let me sing the same part. It's been three hours and I still can't even sing half a song. My voice is already hoarse. Why didn't you tell me first? I will prepare myself in time.”

"Oh.. What did I tell you that day?"

"I just said that you'll find out soon. I didn't say—oh, never mind.” Jungmin sighed and sat down against the door of the room. I smiled and sat down before handing him a small water bottle. that is held in the hand

"Ah, here."

"..." Jungmin took it and looked at it suspiciously.

“Try drinking it, it will make your throat more comfortable,” I said, sitting and watching as Jungmin opened the cap of the water bottle and picked up the water to drink. “How is it?”

"Much better."

"Then I'll give it to you."

"yes?"

"Sip it often so that it soothes your throat."

“Oh, thank you,” Jungmin said, placing the water bottle filled with warm water mixed with honey and lemon on his side before pulling himself onto his knees to hug him. “Wow, I'm so tired.”

"Please be patient." I pulled the other person onto his shoulder and raised my hand to gently rub his head. Jungmin sat like that for a while before slowly regaining his composure. Slide down to lie on my lap. "I don't think the teacher was teasing him or anything."

Jungmin closed his eyes and listened and nodded silently.

"Even though he's foul-mouthed, his teacher is very kind."

"The reason why is because it's really important that you can do it."

“Jungmin, are you asleep?” I asked because Jungmin didn't answer.

"..close enough if you don't stop stroking my head."

"Oh?" I stopped as my fingers were about to smooth out the soft hair that was so long that it almost covered the forehead of the person sleeping on my lap. "..Your hair is starting to grow long."

“Um, I don't have time to cut this.” Jungmin raised his hand to comb through his hair.

“But this is cute. I mean, it looks good."

“Really?” Jungmin moved to stand up and sit up. “I'll go first, or else I'll get complained about here and there.”

“Fighting,” I said, giving Jungmin a big hug. He nodded and picked up the water bottle before walking out of the room.

"Come on, listen up." All the teachers who were teaching us all lined up in front of the practice room mirror. "Before class ends today Ask them to come and show their talents one by one. You can show just one thing, two things, or three things. But let it be what you are confident you can do best.”

"If you understand then you can start."

No one moved except for the faint sounds of talking. And then there was only the exchange of glances to leave first. In a few days it will be audition day. No one wants others to know what they're going to show.

"Is there no one?"

"Who will come out and perform first?"

“I am,” Jungmin raised his hand in response. Making the entire room turn to look at each other with one eye.

Jungmin got up and walked over to pick up the guitar that was leaning against the locker and dragged a chair that was nearby out to sit in the middle of the room. He lifted the guitar onto his lap and tapped his fingers on the strings as he sang along with its sound. His voice, expression, and posture were soothing. It makes his performance really inviting and relaxing.

Then people gradually started showing off their talents in both singing and dancing. Some people just dance. Some people play music until..

“Who hasn't come out to perform yet?” the dance teacher asked.

I look left, I look right The people sitting in this row had all gone out to perform, or...

“Is that you, Hyunsung? You can come out now.”

I quickly got up and walked out to stand in the middle of the room. I thought for days about what I should show on the day of the audition. At first I thought of singing and dancing. But no matter what, singing is what I'm most confident in..so I chose to sing.

When I finished singing The teacher told everyone to go home. Actually, I can go home and take a shower. There is also a shower room for bathing. So like many people, I like to take a shower before going home. Once I'm done, I put my bag away and walk to get my bike from the parking lot.

But when I turned the car around, I saw a dark shadow. At the second floor window of the building It wouldn't be suspicious if the owner of that shadow wasn't carrying something similar in appearance. The box in his hand was sticking out of the window and he was looking down as if he was looking for something.

And I think I know what it's going to do.

“Jungmin, watch out!!” I let my bike fall to the ground and ran to push Jungmin out of my way.

Saaaa~!!!

Cold water splashed down.

What is my condition now? Just numb all over and soaked from head to toe.

“Hyunsung hyung!!” Jungmin called my name and rushed towards me. "Is something wrong?"

"I'm fine," I replied and looked up at the second floor. But the person who splashed the water was already hiding under the window.

"Who!? If you're sure, show your face!!” Jungmin looked at me and shouted. He made to run back to the building but was caught by me pulling his arm first. Jung Min found a handkerchief for me instead.

I wiped my face and eyes and stopped when I smelled a sweet scent. This is not ordinary water, but sweet water. The more you wipe, the more sticky it becomes. In addition to making it so wet that he couldn't go home, the creator also wanted Jung Min to get bitten by ants or what..?

"Jung Min"

"yes?"

"Did you take a shower just now?"

"Huh?"

"I need to take a shower again. Do you have any clothes I can borrow?”

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"

Jungmin burst out laughing loudly as soon as I opened the bathroom door. I was wearing the clothes that Jungmin had prepared to change into because he suddenly changed his mind about not taking a shower today. But what doesn't fit are these clothes as well. The long-sleeved shirt that Jungmin wore should have fit almost like a cropped shirt to me. As for the trousers, they were short and came up above the ankles.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"Are you wearing clothes this small?" I turned left and right. Try to arrange clothing that doesn't fit as snugly as possible.

“You're too big,” Jungmin answered, stifling a laugh.

“You're the one who's small.” I poked Jungmin's forehead until he stopped laughing.

"You're the big one." He poked my chest back.

"You're different."

"Brother"

"Mr"

"elder sibling"

"..That's enough. Let's go home." I gave up easily. Then put your own clothes in your bag. "I'll bring the shirt back to you tomorrow."

"Wait a minute, brother. Aren't you going to go find out who's the culprit?"

“No,” I shook my head. “Whoever did this knows full well. Even if we don't do anything People who think maliciously must already be restless and unhappy.”

“Everyone listen to this. In my hands are the results of the selection of people to participate in special training.”

After the daily practice ended, the dance teacher suddenly walked to the front of the room to make an announcement.

“But we haven't gone to the audition yet, teacher,” one trainee asked, looking startled.

“The thing I let you guys show off your talent the other day was an audition. And a committee has already come to decide.”

At the end of the explanation, there was an immediate commotion. Even though I couldn't quite understand the meaning, I knew that there were cries of panic and groans of displeasure.

“Quiet!” the dance teacher shouted. “A good artist must do his best even in practice. This decision is final. Please accept it."

I swallowed thickly. I felt so excited that my throat was dry. When I turned to look at Jungmin, I saw him standing there biting his thumb nail..he seemed more excited and worried than me.

“The chosen ones are..” The teacher unfolded the paper, “Hyunsung and Jungmin.”

Huh..!?

For a moment I thought I was deaf. But because it was Jung Min who screamed loudly and jumped and hugged my neck tightly. To make me know that what I heard was correct.

"yay!!!! Successful!! Brother, we have succeeded!!!"

"Actually, I thought from the beginning that you would be chosen."

After the selection results were announced and taken to meet the company president On the way back Jungmin kept saying this sentence. And when we came back, there was no one in the practice room.

"I also think that the person who will be chosen must be you."

"Why?"

"Well, you have a good voice, good looks, and are good at playing music." I replied as I opened my locker and put my things in my bag. Jungmin listened and laughed so hard that I had to turn around and look.

"You're the same, aren't you?"

"Not that much."

"Really!"

"At first I thought there would only be one person chosen." I changed the subject.

“I think so too. It feels good that we were able to make it to the end,” Jungmin said, then grabbed my shoulder and reached up on tiptoe to pick up the hat and scarf that were on the locker. I nodded in agreement. Even though we've only known each other for a short time, there are times when we're tired or discouraged. We all support each other. Thinking back to that time, I'm glad that we really tried to make it through together.

“It's true, it's almost your birthday. What do you want as a present?"

I shake my head

"Why do you ask?"

“You still gave me a present. I would like to give you a gift. Don't you want anything?" Jungmin asked again, resting his chin on my shoulder. I shook my head again and raised my hand to ruffle my hair. From having it long and being curled into big waves. before sliding down to wrap his arms around Jungmin's shoulders and pulling Jungmin into his arms.

I don't want anything at all.

I don't want any gifts. As long as I can hug Jung Min like this, I'm the happiest.

Fin.

Edit : 15/04/14

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