"Leaving behind two and a half years of dreamlike memories, the 12 girls..."
My heart is so heavy that it feels like I've eaten something and it's hanging on my chest. On one side of the wall in the house, memories from up to now are neatly arranged. The lyrics of the song "Unwoo Night" that I hear, the news that prickles my heart all day long flows out beyond the flashing monitor as if telling me to look at it, piercing my heart. The first moment when you smiled at us and said you'll take care of us in the future, the moment when you always smiled at us and gave us strength even while enduring the difficult schedule, the moment when you somehow came back to be with us even after enduring the painful and unbearable misunderstanding and the criticism... Those moments pass through my head like a panorama.
Our children, who always smiled at every moment, finally said goodbye with tearful eyes, saying that this was truly the last time and that it was time to say goodbye.
Before I knew it, the sadness, flowing from my eyes, something I neither knew nor wanted to understand, dripped down to the floor, and I lost consciousness. At the age of 24, a young man who had been more passionate than anyone else and had a hopeful outlook on the world, breathed his last in a lonely, empty room, witnessing the nightmarish reality of twelve girls, his dreams and hopes, being shattered by the greed and self-interest of adults.
"Huk.... Huk huk......"
The sight I'd never seen before spread before my eyes, passing through my optic nerves and striking my mind. The walls, once filled with torn wallpaper, mold growing everywhere, and the yellow excrement of unknown insects, were nowhere to be found, and only the shiny marble pillars I'd only seen in movies gleamed proudly. In the mirror next to it, a man with a sturdy body I'd never seen before slowly raised his arm.
Knock, knock, and a man I've never seen before slowly approaches me, accompanied by a knocking sound.
“Sir, should I call you Managing Director now?
Congratulations on your first day in office."
The man, who was polite but seemed comfortable, smiled and took out a notebook from his pocket and continued speaking.
"Today's first official activity is a meeting with st enm. Regarding the girl group you instructed me about last time..."
For a moment, two keywords rushed into my dazed mind: st enm and girl group...
“Is it IZ*ONE?” The man nods at the name that is already running out of his mouth before he can make a rational decision.
"Yeah, is there a problem...."
After that, each day, with the surrounding sounds muted, the ideals I had dreamed of are scattered before my eyes.
The dream that was always on my mind and on my lips... Wiz*One's chaebol brother will create a miracle.
I was exhausted and had nowhere to lean on, so the fairy tale I had been dreaming of to find some comfort arrived before my eyes like a miracle.
"So what should I do now?"
