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The One Moon Chapter 5
The members and Mr. Seo said their goodbyes after Mr. Seo gave Junghwan some money to pay for the goshiwon room. He didn’t want a young kid to pay for the rent. Moonhan was already living alone and working for himself as a 16 year old. Using his money seemed like such an evil and selfish thing to do.
Being the oldest, Mr. Seo was less worried for Junghwan. But he did whisper something to him that was left unheard to the others before he left. “I wonder what he told him.” Han thought.
Moonhan lead the way to get to the dorms. Junghwan quietly followed from behind. Moonhan didn’t really know how to start a conversation so he was silent during most of the walk. Junghwan initiated the talks. Since he was going to be the latest member to join and final member, he wanted to know the potential and experience of Moonhan. As a potential leader, he was hoping the best for the group and wanted their debut to be perfect.
“Moonhan, have you ever had any experience in dancing or singing?”
“Oh, I did learn dancing for a little bit. But I stopped because of my working hours and needed more money.”
“I see, are you good?” Junghwan was straightforward with his questions.
“I’m not the best, but I can handle something like the performance you did today.”
“Oh, really?! That must mean you’re quite good! That dance is quite difficult. Out of 5, I’d say it’s about a 4. Only Woongie can make each part of the dance look seamless.”
Moonhan knew what Junghwan meant, seeing Woong dance, he understood how good of a dancer he was. Moonhan himself is not as good as any of them. He just enjoyed dancing so he managed to copy the moves but never make it look good.
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“Nah, I can just copy the moves but dancing it like you guys is a completely different thing. You guys are very talented.” Moonhan smiled at that moment, admiring the kind boys talent. Even though he didn’t if he could trust them, he still admired them.
Junghwan seeing the slight smile, remembered what Mr. Seo told him.
“Now Junghwan, Han might not sound like it, but I think he’s the type of person to hide things so could you try to get to know him and see if he has a bad history or some sort? I can’t rely on appearances.
“...” Junghwan was surprised at his CEO. He is usually the unbiased type. “Must be the nerves since we have enough members for a group now”, he thought. Of course, as the responsible kid he is, he followed his orders. He also didn’t want a suspicious kid in the debut line up.
“Yes sir, I will try my best.” Junghwan said to Mr. Kim.
Junghwan who remembered the conversation, slowly asked questions to Moonhan.
Moonhan not noticing Junghwan was trying to get information out of him answered the questions one by one. Moonhan just thought it was the work of a leader to get to know his members and trainees to be able to help and control them.
“So, why do you live by yourself?” Junghwan asks as he is jumping on the white lines passing the street” .
Moonhan is not surprised by the question, it’s a common question after all.
“Well…” Moonhan didn’t want to reveal his private circumstances yet. Especially about his old family and orphanage life. He decided to tell a little lie.
“My family passed away.” Moonhan thought this was the best to say to avoid further questions about his family being asked.
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“Oh… I’m sorry.” Junghwan feeling awkward could not continue to ask about family like Moonhan expected but switched the topic a little.
“Then, what’s that bruise on…y…..u….” Junghwan gradually got quieter and could not finish his question.”
Red like liquid rained from above. The 2 members looked up and saw a dead goat hanging on the clothes line above them. Junghwan grabbed his mouth and felt like was gonna vomit. While Moonhan was seen already on the ground clutching his head.
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