#positive evaluation

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Hojun could have kissed her if he didn’t think she would bite his tongue off. Kinky, but not exactly his style. He was fond of his tongue. It was one of his best features, or so he had been told. He at least had never had any complaints from the people at the other end of his make out sessions, but Mijung would no doubt react much more badly. Still, he could not help but pick her up and spin her around, exclaiming at her.

“Thank you! Thank you so fucking much!” A positive evaluation in dance. It had been a while since that had happened. Admittedly, it was mostly commenting how he had made so much improvement and implied that there was still some hope for him yet. Ever since he got on the short list he had been flipping out, worrying about what his future was. It had taken 99 Entertainment this side of forever to get another group to debut. This was his only shot, especially if they decided to debut a girl group after this coed group. He would be a senior citizen before he debuted, if ever.

 He placed Mijung down before pulling her favorite dessert out of his backpack. How did he know such a thing about her? He supposed after years of spending time with her, training alongside her, he was bound to pick something up. Though he did not care about people, he was good at observing them. Always had been. He just never did much with that knowledge, until recently. He was not particularly manipulative in his past life. No reason to be considering he didn’t give a shit about how he was perceived. But now it was his entire life. Or it would be if he succeeded.

“A deal’s a deal. I am going to help you now,” he said. “Come on, eat it on the way to one of the practice rooms.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her along, giddy. It was a rare moment for him. He just hoped she didn’t bite his head off. “We are gonna make you smile if it kills us.”

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i won’t stop: solo

It was finally fucking happening. Hojun was going to debut. He breathed a sigh of disbelief and relief as he stared at his evaluation, his last one before he was finally done being a trainee, finally free to be on that stage. Six years. Six fucking years he had waited for this, had slaved over dance practices, had worked until his body nearly collapsed. He had gone into debt over this, not that the Parks had much to give before he made this risky endeavor anyways. But he had finally made it and it felt like he could finally breathe for the first time since he had stepped through those doors.

He looked at the evaluation, mentally comparing it to the first one he ever received, back when he was a baby trainee. It had been less than stellar, but enough to keep him going. This one checked all the boxes though. His raps had only gotten better since training, which always impressed the company. He had never faltered there, always kept solid scores, only improving as time went on. Hojun looked at the rest of his scores. Solid points in performance, which was no surprise. Sure, the scores were not as high as his raps, but he was charming and his whole entire life was a performance now. He could do worse and he was sure actually debuting would help out a lot. Hojun could only get so excited about performing in front of the same evaluators and trainees every time. He wanted to perform on a stage and he was sure that would fuel his desires.

His vocal abilities were not great as his others, but he was not concerned with that; Hojun was not a vocalist. He never wanted to be a vocalist, had no desire for it in any capacity, and he certainly was not good at it. Besides, that was Jinkyong and Mijung’s jobs, a job he was more than willing to let them have. Hojun was supposed to rap, partially so he could upstage the other male of the group, and that was what he was going to work on. He could make an entire career without having vocal skills as up to par as them. The same could not be said of his rapping. Or dancing.

Strangely, he was proudest of his dance scores. No idol could get away with not dancing and after six years, he finally managed to move like he didn’t have two left feet. It was not that he was good exactly, but he was not bad and could work hard enough to trick people that he was good. He inhaled deeply, pulling out his phone to dial his mom. Fuck. She was going to be so excited. He pictured the smile on her face. He should go and visit her to celebrate. He could not exactly afford to, but it was not exactly something that could be done over the phone. He smiled as he began dialing the number. Hojun wondered if she’d also breathe a sigh of relief as well. Finally, he was safe.