You sighed as you plopped down on the couch beside the younger boy, his eyes widening in surprise as you slumped into the cushions. The day has been long and exhausting and you began to think you werenât cut out for this.
âGun-il Hyung was looking for you. Maybe I should go-â
âJunnie, if you do anything to give away my resting spot, Iâm going to skin you with your guitar string.â
Jun Han looked down at you with a bit of pity before sighing. âYou donât have to he so violent.â
âMaybe Iâm not cut out for thisâŠâ you mumbled, playing with the hairband on your wrist. âMaybe I should just give up.â
âDonât say that, Noona.â
âIâve been training for five years, Junnie.â
âAnd youâre only twenty. Shit, if thatâs the cut off age then Gun-il is really screwed considering that heâs already twenty-twoâ
You sat up pouting. âThatâs not what I mean.â
âYouâre a really great singer, Noona. Even if you donât make it into an idol group, youâll still be able to find a way to pursue your dream. I know it!â
âI always appreciated your optimism,â you smiled. âYouâre going to be great when you debut.â
âYeah, right! I donât even know my left foot from my right!â
âBut youâre too talented. When you debut youâre going to be the sunshine of that group with that pretty smile of yours.â
âNoonaâŠâ Jun Han whined with burning ears.
âI guess I should get going,â you groaned, pushing yourself off the couch.
âY/n, are you really going to give up?â He asked, just as you reached the doorway. âIâd hate to lose you.â
âYou wont lose me, HyeongJun. Iâll support you until the end.â