the final strech
last minute preperations a 99 entertainment practice room with @idhojun
This was it. Years of effort, of blood, sweat and tears were finally about to pay off. Not just for Mijung, but for Hojun as well. They’d both worked so hard for this, given up so much. It was very nearly in their grasp. All they had to do was make it through these last few hurdles without falling and they’d have the debut they both dreamed of. It shouldn’t have been a question. In reality, it wasn’t. But it was just so like them both to spend their last days and weeks as trainees getting in all of the practice they could.
“No, like this,” Mijung said demonstrating a move for Hojun. His dancing had vastly improved since they’d worked out their little arrangement, but that didn’t mean it was up to Mijung’s standards. To be fair, very few things were. “You have to be more loose when you move your arms. Don’t be so stiff.”
There was no use mincing words. Mijung wasn’t going to let a little thing like courtesy make her look like a fool during her own debut stage. Mijung did the move again, at half time to emphasize the fluidity of it, before stepping back to further asses Hojun’s dancing. It wasn’t half bad. But again, half bad wasn’t good enough. Besides, no matter how hard Mijung rode him during dance, practice, Hojun would be equally hard on her, if not more so, during the next portion of this little practice session.
Mijung had been working on her rapping skills for weeks now but it wasn’t enough for either of them. Nothing ever was in their little game of give and take. Mijung helped Hojun with his dancing and Hojun did his best to fix Mijung’s flow and complete lack of personality. They were both unforgiving taskmasters, but each benefited from the other’s knowledge and skill. Mijung was convinced this deal of theirs had gotten them both this far. Now she just needed it to take them to the finish line.
She took a step back, arms folded, to watch Hojun run through it again. To Mijung’s disappointment, the choreography wasn’t particularly hard. It made sense, though, given certain members, skill levels. They were clearly catering to Hojun’s dancing ability, or lack thereof. If they were going to dumb down the dancing, Mijung’s one talent, she’d be damned if all four of them didn’t look picture perfect. If they did well with the basic stuff, then surely 99 would let them have more complicated choreography later on. Getting Hojun to master the Hola Hola choreo was her ticket to finally being able to do something she really enjoyed on stage.
