on october 9, you are asked to go to hyuncheol’s office where he is already waiting for you. “please sit down, milan.” while his presence itself can be intimidating, he does not seem angry, even maybe in a good mood. “i know you are busy, this won’t take long, don’t worry.” he begins. “it seems that your hard work has come to fruition and got yourself noticed. while the managers of the company are always trying to find opportunities for our talents, we’ve been approached directly to request your participation.” a hint of pride can be heard in his tone. “we are in no position to accept or refuse the offer ourselves, so the call is yours to make.”
milan isn’t a trainee anymore, but being called to hyuncheol’s office still fills her with worries and anxiety. not that she’s ever been called to his office to be scoleded or anything like that, but the possibility still remains. logic tells her that she never had a properly negative interaction with the man, still, in her head, he remains a stern presence that holds her future in legacy in his hands. perhaps it isn’t that simple anymore, but her status of ‘idol’ hasn’t fully sunk in just yet.
after a soft knock on the door, the rookie carefully steps in, looking much like an alarmed puppy, ready to run, tail between its legs. she hestitates before sitting down, much rather preferring to remain standing, in case she needs to run out the door, but she obliges after a few seconds.
the truth behind being called here today turns out to be quite... surprising. “me?” she can’t help but ask. she prepared for so many doom scenarios only to be met with... a proud hyuncheol. the girl without charm, the girl who’s lacking, the girl who shouldn’t have made it. she purses her lips as her eyes fill up with tears at the way the man speaks to her. “of course i’ll do it!” she exclaims as tears burst out of her eyes.