VOCAL. DANCE. RAP. ACE.
Four answers to one question.
What are you actually good at?
My eyes lingered on ACE.
Haejun stood beneath it.
Ren beside him.
Two trainees who seemed built for this industry in ways I never had been.
For one irrational second, I wondered if choosing Vocal would look cowardly.
Safe.
Predictable.
The emotional vocalist.
Exactly where everyone expected Han Jiwon to go.
Then Yuhyun's voice returned.
Do you want to debut?
Yes.
I did.
And if I wanted to debut, maybe I needed to stop treating certainty like arrogance.
I was good at singing.
More than good.
My voice had carried me here when almost everything else had tried to drag me out.
So I stopped beneath VOCAL.
My name appeared in the first slot.
[1] HAN JIWON
For once, being exactly where everyone expected me to be didn't feel like being put in a box.
It felt like choosing one.
PD Kwon's voice cut through the murmurs.
"Number 4, Kim Taeyong."
Taeyong rose, jaw set.
