I sat in the corner of the room, watching the others practice. After I tried a couple more times, I decided to give up, and only hope that I'll be able to hit the notes tomorrow.

The more I didn't do anything, the more depressing my thoughts became. What if my voice cracked and I loose my 1st place spot? What if mom is looking at me, extremely disappointed, from above?

Is my 1st place spot earned by people pitying me or my hard work?

I was so tired. My mind felt weak, my body felt weak, I just felt like one of those floppy blow-up balloons.

That was an exact description of me. But jokes aside, I seriously felt depressed and angry at myself.

I'm such a baby. I scowled and dropped my pen on the ground, silently exiting the practice room.

I sighed and sat on the ground in the hallway. I rested my head on my arms that rested on my knees. Is she really dead? Did the doctors really give up and are just telling me to have hope? Is she suffering in that coma?

Without mom, I really had no one. I don't know who and where my dad was, or if he was even dead or not. I had no relatives that lived in Korea, all of them moved to the states. If mom left, I would really have no one. I missed her so much. I missed her texts asking me if I was okay, I missed her calls telling me how excited she was for me.

My eyes started tearing up at the thought. Being all alone, no one supporting me and my dreams. I won't have anything to look forward to when I succeed--or if I succeed.

One drop. Then two. Then three. Then a whole waterfall of tears came out. I didn't realize how much I was holding back until I let it out. My only thoughts were my regrets, frustrations, and disappointment towards myself.

I quietly sobbed by myself.

"Jihyun?"

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WOO JINYOUNG POV.

I walked down the hallways to go to the vending machine for a good vitamin drink, until I saw someone sitting down.

I squinted, since I wasn't wearing my contacts or glasses. It looked like Jihyun to me--but what was she doing?

I silently neared and heard her sobs. I froze for a second, not knowing what to do. My heart ached at the sight of her like this.

"...Jihyun?" I asked quietly.

Her head snapped up, and I saw her puffy red eyes before she put her head down again.

"You shouldn't see me like this."

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HWANG JIHYUN POV.

"Jihyun?"

I looked up and saw Jinyoung standing there. Out of all people...

"You shouldn't see me like this..." I muttered.

"Why? What's wrong? You shouldn't be crying all by yourself..." Jinyoung sat down next to me.

I hid my face because I couldn't stop my tears from coming out.

Jinyoung held my face up and wiped my wet cheeks with his thumbs. "I knew you weren't okay..."

Two arms wrapped around me, and I was forced to rest my chin on his shoulder. The action made me cry even harder. Of course I wasn't alone. I had Jinyoung. I had Jinyoung, and the friends I made on Mixnine.

"You don't have to pretend you're okay..." Jinyoung said.

"I t-t-thought I was..." I said.

Jinyoung smoothed my hair as I continued crying. "I hope you don't suffer anymore. It hurts me to see my happy Jihyun sad."

"......"

My cries slowly calmed down, and Jinyoung pulled back and looked at me.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Hi." He grinned. Then he hugged me close to his chest.

"Stop being weird." I said.

"No." He cleared his throat. "I hope you know your not alone."

"I know."

"Because you have me."

"I know."

"Good. You better." He snickered.

I smiled, but without him knowing.

"Everyone loves you to death, so if you think one mistake will end all of that, it won't."

"...do they? What if it's all just then feeling bad for me Jinyoung?"

"It's not."

"How do you know?"

"I can list so many things of why people support you." Jinyoung said smugly.

"Then do it." I snickered.

"One: you're hard-working."

"Everyone on this program is." I said.

"Two: you're good at singing."

"Have you heard my voice cracks--" I was interrupted when Jinyoung put his hand over my mouth.

"Don't interrupt me, this is very important." He cleared his throat again. "Three: you can rap too."

"Four: you're a good leader."

"Five: you always help everyone."

"Six: you're funny."

"Seven: you're weird."

"Eight: you're cute."

Jinyoung went on with the list and I gradually felt my spirits lift. He has such a way with words that it goes straight into my heart and eats it up.

"Fifty-one: you're very pretty."

I covered my cheeks and grinned. "You can stop now before my confidence blows through the roof."

Jinyoung gave me a bunny smile and ruffled my hair.

"Thanks Jinyoung." I said. "For making me feel better."

"Thanks Jinyoung-oppa. I'm older than you and you've never said it." He said and smirked.

"Thanks Jinyoung-ahjussi." I said.

"I'm not letting you go until you call me Jinyoung-oppa." He said, latching onto me like a baby.

"Haraboji." I muttered.

"You're doing that on purpose so I can hug you longer, aren't you?"

"I am not!" I said. "Fine, Jin. Young. O. Ppa."

Jinyoung nodded and let go. "Cutie-pie." He poked my nose.

I pretended to barf. "Stop acting like that."

"But you're so cute!!!" He squealed.

"Jiiiiiinyoungg!" I squirmed in disgust.

"You're such a tsundere type." Jinyoung pouted.

I scoffed.

Jinyoung smiled and leaned in.

For .5 seconds I thought he was going to kiss me. On the lips, that is. Why does he always do these kinds of things??

Jinyoung instead planted a kiss on my forehead, and rested his lips there. And the fact that his hands nicely rested behind my head, holding it in place didn't make it any better.

My face went (BOOM) with redness, I bet I was blushing from the very top of my head to the tip of my toenails. I felt like my heart was beating so hard and fast that my entire body was beating.

At this point, it was pretty obvious to me that I, liked Woo Jinyoung.