what type of bullshit is this?

"isn't that the kid who bribed his way into seoul school of arts and plagiarized ahn daejung's piece?" seong heard a lady on the street ask, who he assumed was her daughter.

"yes. can you believe that he bribed his way into the school and his lawyer father wouldn't even try to protect him? he's so low...i can't believe he'd just embarrass his family like that, mom." where did this girl hear this? that's definitely not what happened.

but hell, like anyone in this world even cares about the truth. people will only hear what they want. they only want drama, and don't care who gets hurt.

ahn daejung was a little rich bitch. he was the one to bribe himself into the school, and bribe seong out of it. seong's art was plagiarized, not daejung's. that was the only truth.

and wait, had he been talking inside his head for that long? it was getting dark, and as he looked around, the mother and daughter duo were now long gone.

"now what should i do today..." seong whispered to himself whilst staring at the white wall. he didn't have much time before police started to patrol around the area.

if he couldn't draw and paint on a canvas anymore, he might as well paint the walls outside seoul's homes. make them pretty.

"ah! i know." seong put down his duffel bag and picked out the can of blue paint.

he started spraying his designs.

so what if mom and dad don't want you drawing anymore? you still have this yu seong. they won't ever kno-

a flash.

a very, very bright flash.

oh shit. someone had seen, and was running towards him.

"i'm sorry paint. i'll come back to you soon, i have to run!" and so seong did.

he began to run like he never had before. not even in gym class in elementary school when all the kids tried to run faster than everyone else.

no, not even then had he run this fast.

seong had been running for minutes, and shit did this cop run fast. he was catching up to him. seong decided to turn around and look at the cop, if he was young he could probably get out of it easier than if he was old.

seong turned his head. the man wasn't young nor old, but...he wasn't wearing a cop uniform?

seong stopped in his tracks. then why was this random man chasing him for fifteen minutes? "ah you've finally stopped running!"

"why were chasing me?" seong yelled at the man. "can you dance for me? sing maybe?" the man said.

can seong do what? this man was chasing him, so he could dance and sing?

"no!" he'd be insane to do that, "i'm going now. please leave me alone!"

"please...a freestyle dance? a song?" the man asked once again. what was happening? why did this man want this? he's never even done freestyle or sung for others before (other than in his kindergarten class on the first day of school).

"who are you?" seong could just walk away, the man wasn't engaging him or anything but...he was a little curious.

"i've forgotten to introduce myself, i always do that. please forgive me, my name is song jinwook. i used to work for an idol entertainment, i can't say which one or why i don't work there anymore due to current legal issues, but some stuff happened...anyways, i started a new company. it's named BM&Y, if you want to search it up. to be honest, i want to debut a boy group, and it seems to me that you'd be a perfect fit."

him, yu seong, the perfect fit for an idol group? okay. this man was definitely crazy.

"so you want me to dance and sing for you. and if i'm good, you'll take me to debut in your new boy group?" seong asked.

"yes that's exactly what i wan-"

"no. you're weird. i'm not doing that." he started to walk away.

"what if i told you that i'll contact the police to let them know about that vandalizing you've been doi-" this man, jinwook, was bribing him?

"oh you wouldn't dare jinwook!" yu seong stared down the man. "oh, but i would!"

"okay fine! i'll sing and dance a stupid song." seong took out his phone and shuffled one of his playlists.

taemin's goodbye started playing. singing and dancing this song would be impossible. but that's fine. he could just do shit, not get reported to the police, and go on about with his life.

he danced and sung along as the song was going...but why was jinwook not stopping him? why did he look...happy?

the song ended, and seong threw himself to the ground. the song was exhausting.

jinwook started to clap, "congrats..." right. he didn't know his name. "seong. my name is seong. why are you congratulating me? can you go away now?"

"congrats seong. you've been accepted into BM&Y!"

"i've been what? please, i don't want to be an idol. i want to keep doing art." he told jinwook.

"come on seong...you've got talent. if you come and join my company, i'll make sure you have all the art supplies you need and you can do as much art as you'd like. please. you're one of a kind. i'd hate to see someone like you just pass by an opportunity like this."

"do you mean it? you'd, actually let me have all the supplies i want?" yu seong couldn't believe it.

"i promise. i'll buy them all for you. just please, please join my company."

"okay. i'll do it...but you won't report me to the police right?"

"to be honest seong, i was never going to report you in the first place. you're good at what you do!" jinwook laughed.

"jinwook that was rude! that's so not how you approach people you want in your company!" seong started laughing along with jinwook.

"hey jinwook...can we stop by the art supply store now? there's this painting i have in mind but i really need some supplies i don't have."

"sure we can. let's go seong."