@hdmolan
Kim Jihye wasn’t afraid of anything. She could take on the world singlehandedly and live to tell the tale. She was invincible, nothing could stop her.
Except maybe a particularly complicated dance routine.
Jihye knew she was a great singer, great looking, a hard worker, brilliant, so many great things. However, she was also aware she wasn’t the dancer her sister was, and she didn’t want to be. But, if she wanted to debut, she knew she’d have to improve. So, here she was, stretching as she got ready for the workshop.
She looked amazing, as usual. Black tank top covered by a long-sleeved crop top hoodie and matching sweatpants with her silver hair in a high ponytail, which she adjusted in the mirror before going to the floor to stretch. She noticed the other girls in the room giggling and blathering about random stuff instead of preparing, which only went to show how much more prepared Jihye was than they were to debut and actually work.
She was so focused on her own preparations that she didn’t notice her friend walk in.
