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Driving into the SM building parking. I notice that there are a few fans standing outside with cameras ready. Stepping out of the vehicle, they grow quiet from their previous chattering.

I quickly get into the building. My manager near the entrance greeting me. We pushes the button on the elevator to the 3rd floor which I know is where the practice rooms are, not the recording studio.

The manager glances over his shoulder at me. Knowing my confusion. "You aren't re-recording," He softly mumbled.

I stare at him. Then why am I here?

The elevator dings echoing within the steel walls. "We brought you in to mentor someone." I follow my manager down the hallways until he halts in his step.

He points to the shut door by the glass window. "He is in that room waiting for you."

He steps to the side so I can pass him to head to the room. With every step nerves consume me. I have mentored before. Once upon a time.

Holding the hand with my right hand. I let myself stand there, grasping it for a few minutes trying to compose myself until I felt the nerves.

Not forgetting to have a smile on my lips. I open the door secreching for the boy I was to work with.

My eyes land on a boy with blonde hair his face looking down at the floor. Sitting on the black couch against the mirrors, tapping his foot against the hardwood floor. White cord hanging from his ears connected to his phone in his hands.

He is in his own world. I walk closer to him until he notices my presence. Taking his earphones out and settling it next to him. He then lifts his face.  His eyes meeting mine, they grow wide. My lips fell agape at the familiar features.

"T—taeyeon?"

"Baekhyun..."

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