;Nara’s  POV         I feel lucky today, but I don't know if I would be for the rest of the week, because no one had noticed my mediocre dancing. I'd able to catch up with the choreography but Mari keeps on frowning at me. At first, they couldn't believe how I totally forgot about the whole steps but of course, I told them lies—that I'm sometimes forgetful when stressed out. I asked them to do the dance routine for me and promised I'd be able to get it in one go which I did, of course. I may be a mediocre dancer but I can memorize the steps that easily.   But what I am afraid of is when they will ask me to sing. Sure thing, the whole world would crash down. If the odds are in my favor, they wouldn't let me sing and would never think of having vocal lessons or anything. I swear I'm bad at it.   Here I am wiping the sweat off of my face as we take a brake. How can Hara managed to stay in this kind of lifestyle actually amaze me. It's tiring to be a  trainee. It's a not a joke. And thinking Hara is almost close to her dream, imaging she had endured all of this, all I could do is to down my hands to her. But there's still one thing that bothers me...why she had to leave like at least for week. I don't really understand it.   "Babe," someone whispered on my ear and swear all of my hairs went straight up. Before I could turn my head to see who it was, a hand draped around my shoulder and my skin tingled again. I swear it's freaky, I shouldn't feel that way. It was Daehyun, my twin sister's boyfriend—er, my boyrfriend. For a week, of course.   "D-Daehyun—I-I mean...babe." I feigned a smile, hoping it didn't appear a crack on my face. "You need something?" I asked but to be very honest, I feel like cringing with all these mushy-touchy with him. Especially that I don't know him that well.   He smiled at me as he tapped my nose. "Nah, I just miss you babe." He said, and I don't know why I suddenly feel like...squealing? Oh, shoot! I should better stop it this instant.   Half-smiling, I looked away. I couldn't