She saw the time passing by her eyes and didn’t care about it, she checked the clock, it marked seven o’clock and she was sitting in the practice room trying to practice her singing but no doing much.
One more hour passed, the clock was marking eight o’clock and there were two options on her head: give up for today or ask for help. In her mind neither seemed to be good, but she needed one and found herself asking for help.
< sms — singing unnie > unnie i need help [8:05pm]
< sms — singing unnie > come help me please [8:06pm]
< sms — singing unnie > i’m at my usual practice room [8:06pm]
And she just stayed sat on the floor looking at lyrics given to her and looking at her phone, waiting for an answer and a person to come through the door.
she’s been staring blankly at the television for over an hour now. her workout is over, and she’s showered and changed, but she stands idly by the treadmills watching the nightly news on mute.
its only serving as a minor distraction, barely doing its job well.
her phone makes a violently ugly sound as it vibrates on the dashboard of treadmill, and its enough to bring her back to reality for better or worse.
the text is from a trainee asking for help, and granted seolhee could just say no, in fact her fingers type out an excuse before her brain can even compute. but she pauses for a moment. it won’t kill her to be helpful or nice, no matter how tired she is and frustrated she gets, the trainee has done nothing to her to not deserve her help
[ sms → 포르투갈 ]: sure sure
[ sms → 포르투갈 ] i’ll be over in a minute or two
somehow, the more she walks to the practice rooms the more she begins to detest them. she can hear the squeaking of sneakers against wooden floors and the the muffled sound of songs coming from each room until she finally finds the last one, silent and seemingly void of life.
“hey, sorry i’m a little late i was in the gym.” she says peeling off her coat and tossing it into the corner. she remembers this training room, five years ago it was the one she practically lived in waiting for her turn to shine.
it’s barely changed since then.
“so did you choose a song or did you want me to pick one out for you?”
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