Debut Or Not?

Life as a trainee is a difficult one. Everyone knows that. And yet, some people still choose to go through with it, just to fulfill their dreams. But no one can escape the mental and physical torture placed on them from day one. So many people quit. Now, what remains is - will this trainee give in or hold up against all odds?

Prologue

The young boy was ecstatic when the call came through that he had selected by the company. His hard work paid off. He was in the company he wished to be under. He was supported by friends and family. Life was quite perfect for the fifteen year old.

He began packing his suitcases the moment it had truly sunk in and registered. All of his clothes, his toothbrush, his comb - everything - was somehow shoved into a singular suitcase through the combined weight of the family pressing the lid down. That night, he could not rest easily, his mind twisting and turning in deep thought. He even got up at one point just to try and tire himself out. But the methods were a bit ineffective and he had seemingly just closed his eyes as fierce knocks on the door broke into his sleep and forcefully kicked him awake.

Within minutes, he was downstairs, fully dressed and ready to go. He selected a peach for breakfast and made his way out to where the chauffeur was waiting with his father. His mum was by the doorway with his siblings, waiting to say farewell. He gave all three of them warm hugs though he held onto his mum the longest before making his way down the steps to the car that would take him to a new life...

Ooh, please carry on!

Chapter 1

The ride to the allocated address was a long one that took them down both highways and winding country roads. Along the way, the young boy did many activities. He read a book, stared out of his window and tallied the different types of cars they passed, played music on his phone and even slept towards the end.

As the sleek car pulled to a gliding stop, Min Joon suddenly awakened. He had dozed off with his head on the window and now, his neck and shoulders were feeling stiff. The young boy blinked a few times as the car door was opened for him before he stepped out in front of a small building.

The building was not exactly what people would call old but it certainly was not new either. It was a massive white square with a small black door in the centre on the wall opposite him. The paint was peeling in some areas and the wooden steps leading up to the door were bending heavily under the weight, threatening to snap. Min Joon reached out to the door handle and attempted to open the door. It was jammed slightly and thus, required a small shove to open it.

Upon entering, he was met with a wooden floor, recently renovated and baby blue walls that lined the corridor that seemed to stretch on forever. He glanced to his left, a narrow staircase leading up to the second and third floor that were used as dorms. As he was taking in his surroundings, a short man came out of one of the doors to his right. 'You're Min Joon, right? Leave the suitcase, one of the boys can take it up. Come with me...'

The boy hesitantly followed the older man down the corridor, listening carefully and the man quickly pointed out the uses for each room. 'This is the two vocal training rooms. That the rap training room and those two doors at the far end is obviously the dance training rooms. But those are mainly for lessons. Trainees can use lesson rooms after the lessons are finished but otherwise, they can practice in their dorms or in the main hall which you can get to via the cafeteria which that door there. Upstairs is the dorms. Quick now. Don't have all the time in the world. '

The man almost hurdled the staircase - which was producing weird noises all the while. Min Joon made haste to catch up to him, ignoring the change in the colour of the walls and how his suitcase had already been carried away. After breaching the staircase, the odd pair made their way down a few doors to number fifteen where the man knocked very fiercely. What was lying on wait?

Chapter 2

Almost as soon as the man stopped knocking, the door was swiftly opened by yet another young boy who looked directly at Min Joon. Personally, Min Joon felt that the boy was quite stuck up. Even his face looked stuck up. Short, scruffy hair. High cheekbones and nose bridge with monolid eyes that could almost be mistaken for a cat or a fox. And the scarier part was that even though the boy not much taller, he seemed to give off the aura of a giant.

'This trainee is training to be a vocalist - and he is quite good at it as well. And there's a bonus for you. You get to be roommates with him. Your suitcase is there. Be quick sharp now. Lunch is within the hour. And you don't want to miss it.' With that, the man hurried back downstairs, heading back to one of the training rooms, leaving the two boys behind.

The other boy started the conversation first.' I'm born 21st of June, 1999. You were born....?' The boy stared at Min Joon intently, without even smiling. Hesitating, Min Joon cautiously responded with a light tremor in his voice, obviously nervous. '11th of April in that year...' As his voice died out, the other boy looked shocked.

Just as Min Joon was about to ask what was wrong, the other boy had a mild outburst. 'You're my hyung too?! That means I'm the youngest in the dorm! How positively difficult...' The boy seemed to have paused so Min Joon decided to plant an input, although he never got the opportunity.

'Ohhhh! My God! I even forgot to introduce myself! I'm Baek Chin Hae. I'm one of the youngest here. I'm a vocalist. Terrible at the acting classes we have to do. Is there anything else? Hmmm... Ah! We have two roommates, they took the bottom two bunks. You can meet them later. One of them is a model! No joke. He is the most handsome guy ever! Anyways. I have the upper left bunk, so you have that one.'

The dorm door swung fully open, revealing the small room' s interior...

<div style="text-align: center;">Chapter 3

<div style="text-align: center;">Chapter 4

<div align="center">Chapter 5

<div align="center">Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Min Joon sighed as the squabbling behind him continued. They had just paused to review the recording and before they even got half a minute in, his roommates were already fighting over who's formation was the better one.

The young fifteen year old brushed his damp hair back, allowing his face to cool a little. Their most recent assignment was such a headache. They were supposed to take a choreography of a song and change whatever they wished. They'd already converted it into a remix, divided the parts-but, of course, no one agreed with the any of the choreography that was presented by the three. Or at least two people couldn't agree with each others ideas. Min Joon shifted his weight and pressed the replay button, trying his best not to snap at the other two behind him.

All of a sudden, silence dropped behind him. He turned to see why the petty fight stopped. And as he did so, Chin Hae let out a worried shout for help. There in the middle of the dance floor, lay a young man, unintentionally sprawled across the floor, passed out in dead faint from exhaustion. 'Shit!' Min Joon forgot all about the video and rushed over to Chin Hae's side.

Uncertain about how to deal with the issue, he managed to persuade the shocked Chin Hae to fetch someone else whilst he began checking for a pulse. Relief flooded through him like a wave as he determined that his hyung was not in any immediate danger. Help wasn't arrively as quickly as he was hoping so he started to adjust the fainted man's position to make him more comfortable.