survival show
summary: in which eve gets made an offer
set: late jan 2018
word count: 1.5k
warnings: mention of food
an: i feel like it’s been 1929283 years but i’m finally posting another scenario. more shineeve for your feed. words in bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐
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Eve poked her head through the office door. “You asked to see me?”
Jinyoung nodded, gesturing at the chair in front of his desk. When she sat down, she leaned back in his chair.
“How are you?” He asked.
“I’m fine,” she said.
“That’s good, that’s good.” He nodded. Clapping his hands, he leaned forward, placing his arms on the desk. “I don’t want to waste your time, so let me get right into it. There’s going to be another season of Produce 101 coming up and Mnet asked me if I had any trainees I’d like on the show and I thought of you.” He pointed at her.
“Um, that’s–”
“I know that you’ve been going through some stuff recently,” he interrupted, “and you probably don’t want to do a survival show, but–” he shrugged his shoulders, leaning back in his chair again– “I figured you could use a distraction.”
Eve nodded slowly, playing with her fingers. “When does it start shooting?”
“Sometime in February or March. It won’t start airing until later, though.” He played with his rings, staring at the trainee. “How about you think about it? Come back to me in… a week?”
“Yeah, okay.” She stood up from her chair. “Thank you,” she said, bowing before she left.
“And what did you say?” Somi asked.
“Nothing,” Eve answered. “He said he’d give me a week to think about it. So, I’m going to think about it.”
The two girls were at a Korean BBQ place, having agreed to meet for dinner. Eve had just told her friend about the offer Jinyoung made her.
“Unnie, you have to do it!” Somi said, making herself another lettuce wrap. “You’d blow the roof off the place, you’re one of the most talented people I know.” She shoved the wrap into her mouth.
Eve watched over the meat as it cooked. “I don’t know.” She sighed. “I just don’t feel ready.”
Somi rolled her eyes exasperatedly. “That was your excuse for not going on Sixteen. I’m beginning to think you don’t want to debut.”
“Yes, I do! I just want to make sure that when I present myself to the world, I’m at my best.”
“Unnie, there’s no way you can be at your best as a trainee. You’re going to learn more as you’re in the industry,” Somi told her. “Have you told your brother?”
Eve shook her head. “I forgot to tell him yesterday and he’s in practises for SHINee’s upcoming concerts.” She said, assembling her own wrap. “I told my parents and they said they’ll support whatever I choose.” She stopped moving, staring Somi in the eye. “My dad very unsubtly said he wants me to say yes.”
Somi burst out laughing, clapping her hands. “Your dad knows what I’m talking about! Unnie, you are too talented to not make your debut.”
Eve hesitated to eat her wrap. “I… whatever!” She exclaimed, showing the wrap in her mouth. “Enough about me,” she said as she chewed. “What’s new with you?”
Somi groaned. “Just trying to negotiate with PD-nim about my solo debut. The usual.”
Eve chuckled, all too aware of her friends’ struggle with seeing eye-to-eye with their CEO. “I think you might just convince him one of these days.”
“You bet?” Somi asked, a hopeful glint in her eyes.
Eve nodded. “Yeah. And if he doesn’t budge, I’ll fight him for you,” she promised, causing the younger girl to smile.
“Thank you, unnie.”
Eve rolled her eyes, a smile gracing her face. “Yeah, yeah. Eat more.” She put more meat on Somi’s plate.
The next day, Eve walked to the elevators of the SM Entertainment building, dragging her school bag as she walked and entered the first one that opened. She went to the floor that SHINee’s practice room was on, knocking on the door when she arrived. There was silence on the other end and then–
“Come in, princess!” Minho shouted.
She entered the room, letting go of her bag when she closed the room. “I’ve arrived,” she said, doing jazz hands. The four men were scattered in the room: Minho by the speakers, Taemin on the bench, Jinki lying starfish on the ground and Kibum staring at himself in the mirror, going over choreography. Her eyes roamed the room some more, looking for a fifth man, but stopped once she remembered.
“We see that.” Minho chuckled.
“Your hair’s so messy,” Taemin said, pointing at her sad excuse for a ballet bun.
She ran her hand through it. “We ran through every dance five times today and did extra strength and conditioning. Teacher Haeun wants us to do the dances in our sleep! Since it’s the senior’s last performance as students, she wants it to be our best one ever.”
“Right!” Taemin exclaimed. “You’re graduating this year!”
“Finally!” She groaned, making Taemin laugh.
“Make sure you don’t work too hard,” Jinki warned, raising his arm in warning.
Eve saluted. “You got it.” She chuckled as he laughed. Looking to Kibum, she shifted on her feet. “Oppa, can I talk to you?”
Kibum stopped going over the choreography, turned around and looked at her. “What’s up?” He asked, walking to her.
She shook her head. “Nothing major. I just need your advice.”
“I can also give you advice!” Minho shouted, walking to the siblings. The three of them sat down on the floor near the door.
“So,” she started, “JYP PD-nim said that he wants to put me on the upcoming season of Produce 48, but I don’t know if I should.”
“Do you want to?” Kibum asked her.
She shook her head. “I don’t know. I think about going on the show and I’m scared. I think about not going on the show, and I’m filled with regret.”
“When do you need to answer him?”
“Um…” She checked the date on her phone. “Three days.”
“I think you should do it,” Taemin spoke up from across the room. He walked to the trio, Jinki following behind him, and sat down with them. “You’ll obviously come in first place and debut.”
“You’re way too talented to still be a trainee,” Jinki added.
She pursed her lips in thought. “You think? Because Somi said the same thing, but I don’t know.”
Kibum lightly shoved her shoulder. “Yah! What’s the worst that could happen? And don’t take that as an invitation to start listing out bad things,” he said, stopping Eve from doing exactly that.
Minho squeezed her leg. “You’re just overthinking it.”
“That’s literally all I do,” she said.
“Close your eyes,” Jinki instructed, tapping her incessantly when she didn’t immediately obey. “Take a deep breath.” He waited for her to do as instructed. “Squeeze your hands. Now, roll your shoulders back. What’s your favourite colour?”
“Pink,” she answered.
“Song?”
“1 of 1.”
“Do you want to do the show?”
“Yes– Oh.” She opened her eyes, looking at the oldest member. “Oh.”
“Hyung, you’re like a wizard,” Kibum commented, shifting away from his member. “But now that you know, are you going to do the show?” He asked his sister.
Eve nodded slowly, thinking it through. “Yeah. I think I am.”
Taemin whooped. “Yeah!”
She sat on her heels, leant forward and wrapped the members in a hug. “Thank you ahjussi’s.”
Minho reached up, wrapping his hand around her wrist. “No problem, Nabi.”
Eve knocked on Jinyoung’s office door, entering when he let her. Looking up from the papers on his desk, he smiled at her.
“I assume you thought it over?” He asked.
She nodded her head. “Yes, I did and I would like to do the show.”
His smile got bigger at her words. “That’s great news! I’ll tell the executives.” She nodded, turning to leave the room, but stopped at the sound of his voice. “This is really great. I’m… I’m planning on debuting a girl group,” he told her, “and I wanted you in it, but I wasn’t sure if you were ready. But this will be a good opportunity to test you — see if you’re ready.” He looked down at the papers on his desk. “Your debut in the group will depend on your performance on Produce 48,” he said, “so make sure to do a good job.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, gulping. She couldn’t deny the amount of pressure she felt too do good in order to debut in a permanent group.
He smiled at her once more. “You may go,” he dismissed.
Eve nodded, leaving his office. She walked to the elevator, going down to the practice rooms for her lesson. As she approached her room, she pulled out her phone.
[nabi’s ahjussi’s]
nabi [18:34] i told PD-nim i’d do the survival show
keybutt (ahjussi #3) [18:34] yeah!!!!!!!!!!! woohoo!!!!
taem (ahjussi #5) [18:34] fighting nabi fighting!!
flaming charisma (ahjussi #4) [18:34] we’ll make sure to support you!!!
Eve stifled a laugh when Jinki sent a dancing gif. She turned her phone off, putting it in her dance bag. As she entered the room with the other trainees, she told herself she’d work harder than anyone in the entire trainee system to secure her place in the new girl group.
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