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Supported by Go Eun-Seo, Yoon Ah-Rin made her way down from the stage, then stopped when she saw me.
She immediately lowered her head. "I'm... sorry."
Drip, drip.
Thick tears fell steadily to the ground.
At that moment, Song Mi-Hee, who had come down behind Yoon Ah-Rin, hurriedly stepped in and protected her. "Mr. Jung. I'm okay. I'm really okay, so please just let this go this once. Ah-Rin probably acted like that because of the pressure from the audition. These kinds of auditions can really mess with your head."
Song Mi-Hee had gone through ten years as a trainee. Even during trainee life, there were countless auditions and internal competitions just to become part of a girl group. Because of that, she understood better than anyone how much a person's mindset could shake during an audition. That was why she was protecting Yoon Ah-Rin, even after what had almost happened to her.
Of course, I knew all that too. If I counted even before my regression, I couldn't even remember how many auditions I had managed.
"Don't worry." After calming Song Mi-Hee, I looked at Yoon Ah-Rin, who still had her head lowered. Then I said what I had to say. "Get on!"
Caught off guard, Yoon Ah-Rin lifted her head in shock. "W-what...?"
"I said get on. The wheelchair's for Mi-Hee, so there's only one."
I lowered myself in front of her and turned my back, gesturing for her to climb on, just like I had done for Song Mi-Hee when she was hurt. And this was exactly what I intended to do.
Yoon Ah-Rin hesitated, unsure, and asked again. "But why...?"
"What do you mean why? Then are you going to walk? What if your leg gets worse? You might end up never being able to stand on stage again."
After a moment of hesitation, Yoon Ah-Rin slowly wrapped her trembling arms...
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