#rkmga5audition1

-.✦･｡ﾟmga auditions:arrival
             june 13th, school of performing arts -.✦｡ﾟ

Anger and pure bitterness consume Ryujin as she make her way towards the school that she was assigned to audition. It isn’t the first time that she has to sell herself and what she has to offer, but she can certainly hope that this is the last. Only a few months ago was she meant to debut with Starship Entertainment’s new girl group, Amarante; the happiness of achieving the opportunity to officially step on a stage was short lived however, when Ryujin and all the other girls were punished for jealous crimes that weren’t at all their own. The crime made by a lone member turned out to affect them all, each member had their contract terminated on the spot.

And nobody seemed to care. Although public, they were mere trainees after all.

As a high school sophomore she is assuredly used to an early schedule, the early attendance doesn’t bother her at all because Ryujin is meant to show up for school anyway. Sleepiness is evident on her features nonetheless, while knowing that she is more than worthy enough to be apart of the show she worry that her past failure might bring a poor impact. It’s nerve-wracking letting other people decide your fate, in this business talents doesn’t always matter. Ryujin has already got a chance to debut, so she wonder whether she will be given one more. She arrive with one of her close friends and former fellow members, Soeun, who was their lead vocalist.

No fucking way that they are at the end of the road just yet. When they finally come first in line she identifies herself and receive a hand written name tag, it almost feel like such a waste that she is here. It still baffles her that when one single person mess up, all of them had to pay the price. Staying close with her friend she head towards the gym for measurements, she always hated this part although unsure as to why exactly. Does it even matter, is what she use to ask because what does their height and weight got to do with talent? Standing there feeling like a child at the nursery they confirm that she had indeed applied correctly, as if she would cheat.

Time has come for her to part ways with her friend because ultimately, the two of them hold a completely different skillset where Ryujin is headed for the dancing and the other for singing. Although the youngest she find that she has to encourage the singer, to calm them down and explain that everything will be alright if they just mange to show the judges what they got. She smile at the elder, give her a tight hug before stepping off and up to the second floor where it’s time for more waiting. Her expression is hard to read for those who might not know her, which sometimes intimidate the others. If they get to know her, they will learn how endearing she is.

0-I : your uber has arrived — arrival

          june fourteen. seoul arts high school. six am. wordcount: 840

“jungeun we support your dreams but you know we had onerequest. one condition.you need to finish high school first." 

i know. she keeps her mouth shut but she really finds it unfair.it wasn’t like she was going to drop out if she joined the competition. it wasn’t like there weren’t any trainees who were simultaneously students—her school had plenty of them. 

she was young in the real world but the idol world moved considerably fast. there were already people her age debuting; her friends were joining the competition and she wasn’t getting any younger. 

"you’re not joining the mgas and that’s final. its too early for you.”  



jungeun looked at the trees and buildings blurring against the car’s speed. the sun was barely opening its eyes; shewas barely opening hers. a year has passed since the last mgas, she’s had to see some her closest friends and peers achieve their dreams ( which were equally hers as well ). she could say she was happy for them, yet she felt an odd mix of emotions. jungeun wasn’t able to join them. jungeun wasn’t able to do anything to achieve her dreams. 

she turned her focus to her parents sitting in the driver and passenger seat. she remembers barely being home when the fourth season was appearing. her sentiments towards her parents were too bitter but she couldn’t muster the courage to express her feelings. she knew they supported her but she knew how much her parents valued education. if she wasn’t planning to go to college, she should at least finish up high school.

that was all in the past now. 

jungeun learned that she couldn’t change the past. she could only move towards the future. jungeun unintentionally let out a sigh, earning the attention of her parents. the car halted to a stop, the blurry background changing into a collection of buildings. 

seoul arts high school. 

she was here. it was time. it was hertime. 

“remember, slow and steady wins the race,” her dad turned around, flashing her a reassuring smile. 

“you got this, sweetheart. you’ve trained for this moment. now it’s yours to take,” jungeun’s mom said, as she ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair she helped straighten this morning.

“thank you mom and dad,” jungeun thanked her parents with the utmost sincerity. she knew their support was hers—there was nothing stopping her. jungeun opened the car door and grabbed her bag. “wish me luck.”

it was to her advantage that the audition sites were at arts schools. she wasn’t at sopa but it didn’t make much of a difference. yes, the people in this particular situation are new faces and she didn’t have her friends with her. but she could adapt. she knew the feeling of auditioning in small classrooms and having to walk through hallways seeing others sing and dance in rooms.

she titled her head down to glance at the nametag on her chest—kim jungeun—which was to be on her at all times. the lady walking in front of her turned around and smiled. 

“nervous?” the lady, who junguen assumed was a worker, asked. jungeun shook her head,  flashing a light smile in response. thank god you’re not as mean as the other one, she thought, thinking of the receptionist with the sour expression. it was early in the morning, yeah. jungeun understands but a light smile would be nice ( and this is coming from a master of the RBC ).

they stop at the gym and the lady parts from jungeun without saying a word, finding it less important than collecting the clipboards on the tables laid out across the large room. jungeun scans the room, looking for somewhere to sit as she waited to be measured. 

she finds the process redundant. height and weight were questions on the application but she assumes not everyone is as honest as her. insoles are a thing, she says to herself. her eyes squint when she sees a familiar face. she almost laughs because of all the people who could possibly be her good luck charm, it wasn’thim. but here he was, being the nuisance that he is. just sitting in a chair, minding his business. he glances at her, immediately turning his head away to pretendlike he’s listening to the person next to him. 

woojin. i know you can see me. his lack of attention causes her to move closer to him, stopping at the empty seat next to him. 

“is this seat taken,” the blonde asks. she really didn’t have anyone to sit with, as heejin was assigned to a different school. ( she makes a mental note to thank her best friend for the good luck essay sent to her. ) he doesn’t answer—typical woojin. “good ‘cause i was just wondering. i like my space." 

jungeun emphasizes the last word as she took the seat next to the one she was inquiring about. she crosses her arms as she waits for her name to be called and measurements to be taken. 

this was going to be a long day..