Hong Mi Jung

Grace can't dance. She knew she can't. She just got used to feeling her legs and walking and now they want her to dance. This is like giving birth to a baby and then wanting her to get a job. Not that she didn't want to dance, contrary to that it exhilarated her to do some exercise she always admired. But it scared her, she had never run before letting alone dancing.

She sat on her bed, legs crossed under the covers. She was still feeling uncomfortable about the thing between her legs. Being a man, how can she get used to it. Everything, everybody part was that of a man named Hong mi Jung's. His stage name was Kiah. He doesn't have a family. He is living in the dormitory provided by the company since he was eleven years old. He has been a trainee for twelve years and just debuted six months ago. His hobbies are playing soccer and listening to music. He hates green beans. The food he likes the most is moon cakes. His position in the group is lead-vocal and visual. He wasn't a normal Mortis man then. No, he was a very good looking Mortis man. Well, grace thought she looked just normal except having the smoothest skin a person can have. A smooth, poreless, translucent white skin. She had white skin in her first life. But more of a sickly porcelain white, not like this healthy smooth white.

While grace was going through the files, that was brought to her. Somewhere in the center of the city. There were three men talking inside an office with glass doors in a company named Galaxy ent. one of these men was the manager of A-GEN. He and another man was sitting on the couches listening to the third man who wore a jet black suit and what looked like brand shoes. His black hair with hints of white was slicked back and looked spotless. He had a stubble that made him look older.

"If he can't sing and dance, then we can't keep him in the group. Not to mention he can't even speak our language anymore. How do you expect us to film reality shows, organize fan meets and send you to television shows? I can't keep wasting my time over an insignificant figure. I can replace him in a flash."

The man said, considering this option. He was thinking rationally. For him, training a person from scratch was both a waste of time and money. But the young man in the room was thinking the complete opposite and didn't want one of his group mates to get kicked out giving no chance. They waited for this for a very long time and finally debuted, but now after six months, they were having a huge crisis.

"He is a very intelligent boy. He is very talented. And we just debuted kicking out a member and replacing him at this moment would be risky. Besides, we waited for this for years, sir. You know everyone the best, you saw how hard Mi Jung worked for. "

Even though no matter how unbothered the A-GEN's manager looked he knew how much mi Jung worked. He wasn't willing to send the boy without giving him a chance to take a shot. So he supported the group's leader in his decision. "Haneul is right, vice president. I think we should give him a chance to see if he could keep up with it. With careful planning, we could give him enough time to adjust himself. It is in his hands to grasp this chance we are giving him."

Touching his stubble and think about his option vice president gave the boy a chance. If both Haneul and Jin hwan had trust in mi Jung, it might work. "He only has two months. If he can't learn to speak mori sufficiently for fan meets and shows, he will go back to being a trainee." Haneul nodded his head and sent his manager a grateful look. He had visit mi Jung at the hospital before he got discharged. He thanked the older man for his leniency and walked out of the room.