He Wanted To Scream

Shun was ready to prove to the mentors that he deserved to be on top as well. He was fit to be an idol! So, he sung in harmony and when it came to his part, he sang it, amiss his sickness, he did his best. Then they asked for them to sing their personal ballads. Shun was listening to his fellow trainees sing, but he would step out to cough.

Mask still protecting other's from catching what he got, he made sure not to sit too close to the others. Manager Bon looked at him and headed over to ask if he was alright.

"I'm just not feeling well, but I will be fine, Manager Bon. Thank you for your concern."

"I'm going to get someone to check you out," the manager stated and made a phone call.

Shun thanked her and he heard it was his turn. Pushing himself up, he took a couple steps forward from where he was. Closing his eyes, he began singing of the sadness, the loneliness of a past he longed for. He then opened his eyes and did his best to convey it through his eyes. When he was done, he coughed into his arm and covered his mouth again.

"That was good Shun, but we could tell you are sick. Your voice is cracking a few times. You must rest," Choreographer Minji stated and nodded to Manager Bon who said she called for a doctor.

"Okay, next."

After they received advice from the mentors, they practiced as long as they could before the performance day. Shun was called out and a doctor checked him over. He was given medicine to help with his cold and was sent to bed.

'Wi- Prince Peter.'

No response and he groaned.

'I forgot he only shows up on the television now… I wonder if I increased my singing? Hopefully my health goes up tomorrow. I have to win this challenge.'

The next day, they all gathered in the training room and Shun was surprised to see they were watching the trainees on the top floor preforming. He grinned when he saw Ping singing. That boy sounded almost as angelic as his cousin, Suu Jin, with such charisma! After everyone was done from the top, it was now their turn.

On the top floor, they watched as the 1st floor trainees sang together. Ping was happy to be able to see Shun, but he frowned realizing his brother only sang one line of the entire song. Quickly ignoring that, he waited until it was Shun's turn to sing a personal ballad. His brows furrowed as he watched how thin Shun looked and he sounded sick. Concern etched across his face at the thought Shun was not caring for himself again.

He didn't want his brother to faint again like last time.

When everyone on the bottom floor finished, Ping saw the calculation with their faces. If anyone on top got a percentage of under 60% from the mentors, they would be moving to the bottom floor. At least that was what the host stated earlier.

"Congratulations, no one will be leaving. New challenge: develop a video message showing off your skills, hobbies, and why you should become an idol. Your video will be global and be based on global and mentors votes if you will be leaving this floor for the bottom one. You have 2 days. Time begins now. Good luck."

Ping felt even more hopeful this time! Shun had a pretty good following and his cousin Suu Jin, his friends at the studio, and Wen Dong will definitely promote them. Feeling excited, he went to the confession room with happiness.

Down on the bottom floor, Shun was also hopeful. Unfortunately, they only had one camera to use at a time, so he wanted to get his over with first, but the other trainees spoke up.

"Shun, why don't you rest since you are still recovering. You can definitely use it tomorrow," the trainee Heeang offered.

"Alright, but don't hog it too long. Only 3 minutes."

Shun reminded and looked at the television screen. He stretched to not look like he was just staring at the electronic.

'Prince Peter. Status report.'

"Fans accumulated 3766/1,000,000. Confidence 47%-> 49%. Singing level 2/4. Dancing level 2/4. Singing ability 37%-> 41%. Dancing ability 34%-> 39%. Health 44%. Stress 63%. Charisma 37%-> 41%. Memory 30%-> 33%. Wish to see overall status?"

'Yes.'

"Idol Popstar status: 24%. Wish to see tasks?"

'Sure.'

"Available tasks: 1. Added 24/100 pictures to Instame. 2. Dance battle. 3. Win competition."

'There is no way I could post pictures to my InstaMe…'

He sighed and head to bed so he could increase his health. He would need to take better care of himself or he'd be battling a cold for a long time. When he woke up, he went to the restroom to clean himself up. He would need to use all the charm of his past as a prince and as a trainee idol to bring people to his side.

He clapped with determination and headed to grab the camera. When he arrived to where it was, he didn't see the camera where it should be. Frowning and furrowing his brows, he went to find some of the trainees already up in the training room.

When he walked in to greet everyone, he saw Taemeng's brows dipped with a deep frown. Quirking his brow at him, the young man aimed glares at the twins, Heeang and Youang. The twins looked at him with big watery eyes.

"We are so sorry Shun," they bowed their heads.

"Why are you two apologizing?"

"They broke the camera," the dancer stated coldly.

"… What?"

"We all recorded our parts already while you slept. These two decided to throw the camera around and it fell," Taemeng said was restrained anger, "Stupid."

"We are so sorry, Shun! Please forgive us," Youang cried and kowtowed. Heeang followed and Shun just stared at them.

"There are no other… cameras…" Shun said and Teameng crossed his arms and nodded.

"…"

"What are you going to do?" The straight faced trainee questioned him and Shun wanted to scream.