Regret is unprofessional
Kai-centric
308 words
The hall pulsate with sighs and awe of the fandom; his fandom. He could and feel hear the icky sweat trickling down his face. He chooses to ignore it. With eyes closed he took his last prayer before the spotlight hits him. There is no time for regrets; it’s showtime.
Kim Jongin, at the tender age of 6 a young boy began his journey. It began with a simple peep into his mother’s dance hall and he instantly fell in love. The twists and twirls entranced him. He could not look away.
For 5 years he slaved away. People said he was good, he knew he wasn’t good enough. If he was good enough shouldn’t he be the one on stage and not in the basement? Shirt after shirt he sweated through, bottles after bottles he drank, and tears after tears he shed, he was finally called to the main office.
“It’s your turn, Kai.” His knees gave way and he instantly collapsed. After waiting for so long, it was finally his turn.
But what he was told didn’t come as expected. The screaming, the antis, the criticism; it was probably more than a young one can take. A forced smile, lying through his white pearls, faking a laugh, pretend whispers and fake couplings, those were more than a habit by now. After debut, he didn’t know who Kim Jongin was.
Kai this. Kai that. Kai Kai Kai. Kai everything.
Careless, careless, mindless, mindless.
The powerful orchestra drummed its way into his ear and his body naturally moved like it was a part of him. He felt the back of his waist crevice in pain but other than passion, no other expression was shown. On stage he knew who he was; he was a professional.
To Kim Jongin, the pain was killing him.
To Kai, regret is unprofessional.
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I got the idea for the prompt 'regret is unprofessional' from Bond film I saw last week, Skyfall. It was done literally in 30 minutes. Sorry if it's ew. Anyway enjoy.