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Everyone was chatting behind the stage, except for myself and Goh Yoo-Joon. After rehearsing a few times, Goh Yoo-Joon was now confidently practicing the scripted lines from the song. I also found myself humming along and absentmindedly stroking the knit fabric of my sweater.
Every time I did it, little fibers from the pristine white sweater would come loose and flutter about. This prompted Goh Yoo-Joon to nudge my arm and scowl. “Hey, stop fidgeting with your sweater. You are getting fuzz all over me."
“Ah, sorry. Looks like some already got on you though." In stark contrast to my fluffy white sweater, Goh Yoo-Joon was clad in a Christmas-appropriate red sweater. As I tried to pick off the fuzz from Goh Yoo-Joon's clothes, our stylist approached and thoroughly cleaned it off for us.
“Thanks so much, noona.”
“Yeah, thank you.”
The stylist looked nearly at her wit's end. She just nodded wearily and retreated to her original spot. Seeing her distressed expression, we stood at attention and stayed silent.
“Chronos, your turn to go up!"
Up on stage, a preparation...
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