Description
Wherein a teenager gets tired from his reality and tries to escape it by entering an underground elevator that transports him to another dimension. Noticing every little flaw he had just physically made him burst into tears. He could never look in the mirrors of the practice room without breaking down and feeling every single insecurity possible in his body. He sniffled under his own breath and reminded himself once more to never look into a mirror again. It would be better for him not to know the monster he has become. At least, that's what Jisung thought when examining every inch of himself from the mirror. He covers his mouth his hand, reacting excitingly to his own image. He thought he looked absolutely perfect. This can't be me, he repeated over and over. Everything he used to tell himself: useless, ugly, untalented, unattractive- everything had just flipped around for him. He was the complete opposite of someone with confidence, sadly his training experience ruined that aspect of him. Jisung could never think highly of himself. Looking at his reflection once more cracked a small smile on his face. He took down his hand revealing the curve on his lips. His breathing hitched then, looking at his true smile that he hasn't seen in months, months! To him, his smile just completed his reflection even more. Now he couldn't stop the arc on his lips. Not even then could he look away.
Prologue
