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Meeting

"Hey... Are you okay?" Asks the boy that sat next to me on the floor of the practice room.

I looked up to him with my dead eyes, the dark circles still deeply blue over my skin.

We had just finished the vocal exercises and my stomach hurts like hell.

I feel like I want to throw up but I haven't eaten much in days.

"Here, drink this." He says with a large smile on his face, a bottle of fresh water in his hand.

I don't know him, I never really look at the other trainees, but seeing how wide his smile is he mustn't have been here for a long time.

I take the bottle, muttering a small thank you. My movements are slow and sloppy from exhaustion and soreness.

"I'm n•o14 by the way." Said the boy with a wide smile.

I nodded.

"N•013." I answer.

It's forbidden to call each other by out real names. They say it's to really realise we have given up our former life to become an idol.

I let my head fall back to drink, the cold water, refreshing against my sore throat.

"How long have you been a trainee for?" He asked.

I looked at him from under my bangs, wondering why he was suddenly being friendly.

"Six years." I say flatly, thinking back at all the time i spent here.

Thinking back at how I was wen I first walked through those doors. Remebering a smiling and hopeful boy.

Good thing the manager was there to give me a taste of reality.

His eyes widen.

"Omo! That's a really long time! You must have really worked hard huh?" He says.

I chuckle, partly to cover the scoff in my voice. I really pitied this young boy still full of dreams.

I look away from his large and admiring smile to look out the small window of the practice room.

I wonder how long it will take for this company to destroy him.

A/N:

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