A few days later…
It's been a few days since the incident in the music room happened, I've been racking my brain about what I want to happen with Minho, while also being very confused about what Joon-kook had said, 'if you ever need any help or advice you can definitely come to me', what does he mean by that? As Minho requested I haven't been avoiding him, but I also haven't been seeking him out. I've been focusing on my classes, learning choreo and songs, while also helping other members if they needed it. We have been practicing almost every hour of the day, we've got a show coming up in a few months, it will be our debut concert and if we don't do well, well we might be in trouble, so I've been trying to focus all my attention on that. But its hard as they are both around me almost every hour.
The sound of my alarm forces me awake, my room is dark still while I sleepily open my eyes, rubbing them to remove any of the gunk from my eyes, I slowly sit up trying not to fall back to sleep. I look at my phone its about 5:30am, we don't have our first class till 7:30 but I promised to help Min-jun with his dancing, his slowly been getting better but he still needs a lot of help. I pull at my curtains trying to open them to let in some light, but to my dismay its still dark outside, rain pouring down from the sky, no stars can be seen, the moon is covered by the dark clouds. I throw the covers off my bed wishing I could keep them on as the cold crisp air wraps itself around my body and head towards the shower, the warm water feels nice on my body compared to the cold air. Leaving the shower is regrettable, but I have to meet Min-jun in about 25 minutes, and I still need caffeine. I pull some workout clothes over my body and head towards the kitchen, Min-jun seats on the couch, a cup in his hands, you can see the steam rising from the inside of the cup.
"I made you a cup of coffee, it's on the bench", Min-jun says sleepily, his voice raspy and tired, I thank him in reply and sit down next to him after grabbing my coffee. Fortunately for us we don't have to go far to practice, as the company has given us a practice room in our group house.
We made our way slowly to the practice room with extra coffees and our practice videos,
"thank you for helping me out so much Cheon-sa, I know this must be tiring", he says sheepishly,
"oh don't worry about it, we all need to make it through as a group", as we enter the practice room we are both surprised to see Joon-kook and Yong-ho standing in the middle of the room, chatting and helping each other with the moves to the dance routines.
"Oh sorry, we didn't think anyone would be up and practicing at this time", I say, both turn to look at us, smiles plastered on our faces,
"Oh Min-jun told us you guys were going to be practicing this morning and we both thought we could do with the extra practice so we invited ourselves", Joon-kook says,
"I hope you don't mind", Yong-ho asks, I look back and forth between my team members, all smiling and talking, their happiness makes me feel good,
"I don't mind at all", I walk into the middle of the room, "Well we should get into our positions then, we will make the choreo but try to make sure you guys are getting the right steps and your dance lines are nice and neat", the advice comes out naturally due to my extensive practice and knowledge of dancing.
My mum had me in singing, dancing and music lessons since I was able to talk and walk, she was a performer herself but unfortunately she never made it big, she always wanted me too follow in her career but wanted more for me, my dad however hated me going into this profession, his profession well, I don't have anything to do with him anymore because of it. He wanted me to follow him but because I chose to go into music after my mother died he decided he needed a break from me and that's when I decided not to have him in my life anymore. I can understand his scepticism against my choices it did ruin my mother but I had more support by my family then my mother did, the only support she had was my dad but even that wasn't enough.
We spend about 10 minutes warming up and then about 40 on learning the routine as we have to head over to our dance class, the rest of the members are sitting on the couch as we head out of the practice room,
"You guys were up early", Minho says a hint of pride hides in his voice, "I'm glad you are working hard, but make sure to look after yourselves, eat enough and get enough rest", I sit down next to Minho, he puts his arm around my shoulder a pulls me in close,
"you better take care of yourself", he whispers, "the idea of you getting sick horrifies me", it isn't long before Joon-kook sits on the other side of me he grabs Minho's hand that lays around my neck and shakes it off me,
"Why you always so handsy with Cheon-sa, Minho?", Joon-kook states questionably, "Someone would think you're into him or something", the snark remark sends a cold wave down my body, I pull myself away from both of them and sit straight on the couch,
"We have become close friends that is all Joon-kook", Minho snaps, "I would touch any of my other close friends the same way, are you jealous more because I was touching Cheon-sa or is it because I wasn't touching you", Joon-kook hesitates to reply, as if he has to think of what to say next,
"Cheon-sa seemed uncomfortable that was all",
"If his uncomfortable he will tell me, don't make a scene if you don't know what your talking about, even if I was into Cheon-sa what's it to you? You against gays?",
"no of course not, just isn't a good look for the group if it gets out members are sleeping together or something like that", Joon-kook states,
"We should head to our class, if we're late again the coach won't be happy", Minho stands abruptly grabbing my hand and pulling me of the couch with him, I follow hesitantly looking back at the other members, gesturing for them to come with, we all walk quietly to the company building. Its always surreal when we walk into the entrance of the building, this time its filled with random people who don't seem to work here, cameras start to flash in our direction, we all stand shocked at the unknown scene. Minho quickly lets go of my hand and pushes forward toward whoever seems to be in charge,
"Can I ask why you are all here!?", Minho yells, looking around the room for someone to respond,
"We heard a rumour that Lee-woo Cheon-sa joined the company", one yells,
"Did you know that Lee-woo Cheon-sa is the son of a unknown female singer who committed suicide, and the head of the most notorious Korean mafia family the Song-lee's when he signed the contract", another reporter asks, all the members look towards me betrayal spread across there faces,
"No comment", Minho states, "they company will provide t you with a confirmed statement later, please let us through", Minho grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd towards the elevator.
The ride up is quiet, none of the members dare to ask a question or to say anything at all, the elevator doors open at the level that holds the offices to those in charge, Minho's parents and all executives, we all begin to step of the elevator one by one, Minho still grips onto my hand,
"Can someone at least say something please, yell at me ask me questions anything!?", I yell at all the members, they all stand shocked looking at me dumbfounded, I look at Minho, pleading for him to say something, silence, continuously silence fills the space between all of us,
"we already knew", Min-jun says sheepishly, after what felt like forever passes, I look at him confusion crosses my face.
"What do you mean, you already knew?", I question,
"Minho told us before you signed the contract, he wasn't going to offer it to you until he checked with us if we were ok with it", Min-jun explains, I look towards Minho, sadness fills my eyes,
"How the fuck did you know Minho?", I blurt out, Minho looks into my eyes, he looks stunned, hurt and aware that I feel betrayed,
"my parents do extensive background checks on anyone who auditions for a position here, they found out about your background before you even walked into the building and told me about it because they didn't want you to even audition", he starts disclosing at a fast pace I can entirely keep up, "I couldn't let them stop you from auditioning as I remember hearing you sing when we were about 14 at an inter-school competition, your voice was angelic as it still is, I told them if it was to ever come out I would handle it, I just didn't expect it to be so quickly" he continues.
"but that's my personal business, and if you all already knew why'd you all look so betrayed downstairs?",
"there's only a few people who know about your background or have access to that information, which means someone leaked the information", Minho states, "that's why I came to see my parents, to find out who leaked the information, we are going to protect you".
"Why the hell would you put this whole group at risk to protect me", I sternly question,
"you don't remember meeting me do you?",
"no I don't?",
"actually you've met all of us before", Min-jun says,
"what!!!?", confusion fills my body,
"when you were 11 I think you met us all, we were on a school bus that crashed", Min-jun says,
"you risked your life to get us all off when you weren't even on the bus", Joon-kook says,
"You seemed to have been chasing after some woman", Kwang-bok responds, "none of us knew each other we just happened to be on the same bus",
"but we got to find out who we were and stayed in touch over the years, but all we could ever find out about you was the school you went too", Yong-ho says,
"The bus crash?", I ask bewildered, "you guys were on that bus crash? I was chasing after my mum, that was the night she killed herself", Minho's grips my hand tightly,
"I knew exactly who you were, I've watched you grow up for years, I saw some of the situations you were in and despite your dad and your mum you always chose to make the right decision that harmed no one, that's why I'm… why we…", he looks around at his band members, "… why we are willing to risk everything for you, because you deserve it". Tears start falling down my cheeks, my body is surrounded by their warmth as they all move closer to hold me.
"You all stay here, I'm going to go see my parents", Minho says,
"What are we going to do though?", the questions escapes my mouth before I can stop it,
"I'll find out who leaked the information and then I'll deal with the press, don't worry about it ok!", he says reassuringly, "just stay here". Minho disappears down the hallway, while the rest of the members and I find an empty board room and sit down. Its about 30 minutes before Minho comes looking for us, he finds us in the previously empty boardroom he strides over and sits in the chair right next to mine grabbing my hand under the table,
"Ok, I was able to find out who it was, but for legal and safety reasons its going to stay between me and my parents", he states, "I will be making a statement to the press tomorrow through a press conference, Cheon-sa you'll need to be present, I'll keep the questions aimed at me unless you feel comfortable answering", Minho says reassuringly. The room is filled with silence as we all come to grips with the situation we come to find ourselves in,
"I'm sorry guys, even though you already know I should've told you about my family earlier", I say apologetically, "I just wasn't sure how you'd react and I was hoping it wouldn't come out",
"We don't blame you Cheon-sa, you can't choose your family", Minho says holding onto my hand tighter, "We will deal with this and it won't affect this group ok", he says reassuringly, "we have been relieved for the rest of the day, Cheon-sa and I will have meetings with communication experts and some of the executives including my parents, the rest of you I don't expect you to practice though it would be preferable, we have some schedules and interviews coming up and should prepare for them". Minho stands his dominating presence flowing through the room, he drags me easily behind him out of the boardroom and down the hallway, he doesn't allow me to catch up to his pace and continues to stroll to an unknown location.
"Where are we going Minho?", I asks through my exasperated breathes,
"We have an hour before we need to meet with the executives, I'm taking you to
He doesn't take me anywhere special, in fact we don't even leave the company building not really anyway. He took me up to the top of the building as we walk out the sun is slowly peaking through the clouds as the sun rises, the roof top is still wet from the rain that stopped about 30 minutes ago, on the opposite side sits a small building, probably some sort of storage, he pulls me over to the building opening the door and pulling me in.
"What are we doing up here?", I question, he pulls me into a tight hug,
"I should've told you I knew…", I hear a small sniffle come from him, "I'm so sorry Cheon-sa, I didn't mean for any of this to happen", I try to pull away from him to look into his eyes, but he holds me to tightly,
"This isn't your fault Minho", the words softly and hopefully reassuring, "I should've known my family would be an issue in this line of work, I shouldn't have even tried", he pulls back just the tiniest bit, his eyes shine from the tears that had fallen from his eye. The look in his eyes turn me on, the sadness, the regret, the pain, I can't help feel bad for him hurting while also being turned on, I pull him in close bringing his lips close to mine without kissing him. I hesitate the tension between us rises, I can feel my pulse quickening, I can hear his heartbeat beating loudly, look him straight in the eyes,
"I want you Minho", I whisper seductively, my voice heavy with anticipation, he pulls me into an intense kiss, his hands raking around my body pulling me in close, while pushing me backwards, I feel the wall come in contact with my back as he gently pushes me up against it, relax for a bit", he says excitedly. I follow him with no complaints and no questions.
He doesn't take me anywhere special, in fact we don't even leave the company building not really anyway. He took me up to the top of the building as we walk out the sun is slowly peaking through the clouds as the sun rises, the roof top is still wet from the rain that stopped about 30 minutes ago, on the opposite side sits a small building, probably some sort of storage, he pulls me over to the building opening the door and pulling me in.
"What are we doing up here?", I question, he pulls me into a tight hug,
"I should've told you I knew…", I hear a small sniffle come from him, "I'm so sorry Cheon-sa, I didn't mean for any of this to happen", I try to pull away from him to look into his eyes, but he holds me to tightly,
"This isn't your fault Minho", the words softly and hopefully reassuring, "I should've known my family would be an issue in this line of work, I shouldn't have even tried", he pulls back just the tiniest bit, his eyes shine from the tears that had fallen from his eye. The look in his eyes turn me on, the sadness, the regret, the pain, I can't help feel bad for him hurting while also being turned on, I pull him in close bringing his lips close to mine without kissing him. I hesitate the tension between us rises, I can feel my pulse quickening, I can hear his heartbeat beating loudly, look him straight in the eyes,
"I want you Minho", I whisper seductively, my voice heavy with anticipation, he pulls me into an intense kiss, his hands raking around my body pulling me in close, while pushing me backwards, I feel the wall come in contact with my back as he gently pushes me up against it, he pushes himself into me, our body's connecting at all possible areas. He moves his hand up my back, tangling his hand through my hair and pulls my head back, he slowly but fiercely works his mouth down my neck, stopping at my nape and kissing it over and over again. He pulls me off the wall and forcefully spins me around and slams my chest against the wall, while continuing to kiss my neck, his hands fall down my back and reach around to the front of my pants where he unbuckles my pants, I can feel him pushing his cock into my back rubbing himself against my back through our clothes. He moves his hand down playing with the band of my underwear, his rubbing getting harder, a soft moan escapes his mouth next to my ear. He pushes past the band and grips onto my hardened cock and starts stroking softly, getting harder and harder with the quickening of his pulsing movements at my back. Within minutes moans are leaving my mouth loudly as I climax into his hand, he doesn't loosen his grip instead he continues to stroke it making me get hard again, my cum being rubbed all over my cock.
He pulls me off the wall and smoothly put me down on my knees pushing my face against the floor, I hear his pants get unbuckled moments before I feel my pants be quickly pulled down my legs, he pushes on my back with one hand, forcing me to arch my back making it easier for him to enter, while his other hand returns to holding on to my cock. He continues to stroke, playing with the tip at the same time, as he pushes himself into my hole, I loosen to allow my body to take him completely, he pushes back and forth, both of us moan over and over,
"Oh god Minho",
"You feel so good Cheon-sa",
After what feels like forever, but also no time at all we are both ejaculating, him inside me and me onto his hand. He stays inside me for a few moments trying to catch his breath as I slowly fall onto my stomach with him staying on top of me.
"Fuck me Cheon-sa, you… you are absolutely amazing".
"We shouldn't have done that", I say through my heavy breathing, his grip on me falls as those words leave my mouth,
"I know your right, I'm sorry", his voice filled with sadness,
"I said we shouldn't not that I regret it, we are in enough trouble we shouldn't make anymore",
"I know", he pulls away from, but I grab him and pull him in closely, kissing his neck up to his ear, "I don't want to stop", I whisper, he falls into my grip pulling me into a tight hug, wrapping his legs around me.
"We can't let anyone know", I suggest, "I'm not sure what we are or what you want but, I…",
"I get it Cheon-sa we will keep whatever this is a secret and we can decide what we are later if need be" he kisses me softly on the lips, "this is going to fun", his voice filled with excitement. He grabs my arm helping me to stand up,
"Wish we could stay longer but we have to go to the meeting soon, figured you might want to wash yourself first", a laugh escapes my mouth,
"Yeah, your right we probably should", I pull my clothes back on and minutes later we are leaving the roof top and making our ways down to a bathroom
My mind races with thoughts of what might happen as we make our way hand-in-hand down the building. We attend the meeting not long after finding a bathroom and washing ourselves off, walking into the boardroom filled with executives, managers and the owners, is nerve racking to say the least, I can feel the sweat building up on my forehead. Minho's not holding my hand as we walk in, but just his presence in the room calms me slightly,
"Lee-woo Cheon-sa", the sound of my name sends chills down my spine, "what do you think we should do about the press?", Minho's dad is staring straight at me,
"I think we should", Minho begins to speak for me,
"shut up", his dad demands, his voice resonating throughout the room, silence follows, no one dares to speak, "I want to know what Cheon-sa thinks we should do?", my throat feels like its closing up, a bulge forms making it hard to speak, I have to focus on steadying my breathing,
"you don't need to be so nervous, I'm just curious what you think we should do", Minho's dad says loudly but somewhat reassuringly. I swallow the bulge that had built in my throat and slowly but nervously begin to speak,
"if I'm being completely honest, I never expected to get this far, and if I owned this business I'd say nothing and just send me packing", agreement seems to go around the room, every executive and manager are nodding their heads at each other.
"We aren't going to do that", Minho's mum states the slightest bit of sadness can be heard within her voice, "I am curious though, with the type of work your dad does, and everything that happened with your mum why would you want to put yourself in this type of situation?". She questions, I hesitate to answer, the thought of my mum sits in my head, everything she endured,
"My mum", I mumble, unable to bring myself to say anything else,
"I'm sorry what did you say?", I look up to see everyone staring at me,
"Oh, sorry, uh, I never agreed with what my dad does as a living, and my earliest memory is with my mum, we would sit around singing together, break out into random dance while cooking, my dad was barely around", all the memories I have of my mum seems to come pouring out of me, "she put me into singing lessons as soon as I could speak, and dancing lessons as soon as I could walk, I loved it, and I promised her as a child I would at least try to do what she couldn't, the night she killed herself I told myself no matter what I'm going to give my best to make her proud", tears slowly begin to fall from my eyes.
"And your dad?", she asks, apologetically,
"I want nothing to do with him", everyone looks at me a sad longing in their eyes, I can feel them feeling sorry for me, "I took my mothers last name after I turned 18, and moved away from my dad, at that point he disowned me just as I disowned him", I state emotionless.
"Well we promised Minho we would give you a chance as you saved his live when you guys were younger, and honestly we don't agree that kids should have to pay for their parents sins", Minho's parents look at each other agreeingly, "if you guys can sort this situation out with no blow back on the company I agree to let you stay, but we need to know what you plan on saying at the press conference tomorrow", we sit in the boardroom for hours trying to figure out what to do tomorrow, Minho keeps suggesting that we deflect the questions, don't agree or disagree to anything, while some say we should say the company knew nothing and that I hide my identity. We aren't able to come to an agreement about what to do before the meeting is finally dismissed, unable to figure out what to do Minho decides that we should leave and relax for the rest of the afternoon.
Minho escorts me back to our group house after saying goodbye to his parents, we open the doors to find the members standing near the door, they seem to have been waiting for our arrival, questions come flying from all directions as we enter the front hallway.
"Sooo what are we going to do?", they all ask almost simultaneously, Minho and I share looks back and forth,
"We have no idea", we both state, "we couldn't come to an agreement on what to say tomorrow", Minho states exhaustedly, I look at him my mind filled with the thoughts of these guys being harmed due to my personal life, I walk away, leaving them all behind as I make my way to the lounge-room. They all follow suite, curious about what's going on in my mind,
"I think I should quit the group", the words leave my mouth before I can completely realise what I'm saying,
"What no, no way!!!", Minho exclaims loudly,
"it's the only logical solution!", I yell, "I can't let you guys get impacted because of me",
"No!!", he yells, "I'm not ok with that at all",
"This isn't just about what you feel, I'm not comfortable with putting this on you guys!!", I stand up and head to my room, closing and locking the door behind me. I can hear Minho yelling after me, the other members unsure of what to say.
I fall against the door, my legs unable to hold me up I slowly slide down the door and sit on the ground, bringing my legs up against my chest, I pull them in hugging them closely.
I wake up the next morning in the same spot, sluggish and sore as I had fallen asleep on the floor. I open my bedroom door, rubbing my eyes as they adjust to the light and feel someone fall onto my legs, I look down to see Minho asleep on the floor at my door. Kneeling down I look closely at his face, his hair falling over his face, I gently push his hair over his ear and see the tear stains fallen down his cheeks. I try to wake him up but to my surprise he doesn't budge, instead I pull him into my arms and move him over to my bed, gently laying him down to allow him to sleep comfortably. I leave him there and continue out into the kitchen, I fell asleep before I could eat last night so I am currently starving. As I walk into the kitchen its completely quiet, it seems everyone is still asleep, I glance in the cupboards and fridge trying to figure out what I should eat, my eyes fall onto waffles as my stomach grumbles. As I wait for the waffles to toast I brew myself some coffee. I take my food into my bedroom once it has finished cooking, I quietly take a seat at my desk in order not to disturb Minho. I sit and watch Minho sleep while eating the waffles, he tosses and turns through his sleep, mumbling to himself softly. I try to ignore his mumbles as I pull my laptop open, turning it on simultaneously, I receive many email notifications from my father insisting that I give up on this career choice and move back home. The contents of the emails don't surprise me at all, in fact its exactly what I expected from him. I slowly read through them all, not responding to any.
The press conference has been scheduled for 1pm it allows enough time for me to continue to figure out what to do at the press conference, I was given the morning off to, so I decided to go for a walk and clear my head, get myself away from the opinions of my band mates, as they all have decided I should stay but all I can think about is what would the impact be on the group and the company if I stayed. I find myself walking around for hours, I left my phone on do not disturb so I don't get interrupted by calls and messages. It was nice and peaceful when I left the company dorms, still dark out and a small amount of people walking around probably heading to work or just getting back from work, but the crisp cold air felt rather soothing on the only parts of skin that were visibly, I ended up walking around the city and finding myself sitting in a quiet park, the birds were slowly waking up from their slumber, the chirping slowly got louder and louder as the sun rose. Same as the bustling noise of the city, cars were driving around, people walking around chatting, it was beginning to make me realise that maybe just maybe my family past didn't matter to anyone, that I was just being anxious because I didn't actually want people too know about it. It's about 10am by the time I decide to look at my phone, seeing all the missed calls and messages from my members, the thought of them actually being worried about me tugs at my heart a little, I've never had that before, my dad basically only acts like I exist if he needs something and my mum well she killed herself before I really cared to use my phone. I slowly read all the messages left from them and decide to respond to them one by one, letting them know I just went for a walk to clear my head and will be back soon and that they should focus on their training and that I will be back shortly. As I arrive back at the company, there are paparazzi surrounding the building waiting for me to arrive, I make my way in not responding to any of the questions they ask,
"are you going to drop out of the group?",
"is your dad actually apart of the mafia family Song-lee?",
"did your mum really kill herself?",
I try my hardest to let go of all the comments I hear and questions they ask, as I get to the door, security walks out to escort the rest of the way, I turn around to face the cameras,
"the press conference is at 1pm, I will not be answering any questions or concerns you may have until then, please go enjoy your morning a bit, relax, have a coffee, breakfast whatever you need and come back then, because they're will be no comments from anyone in the company until then", I reply confidently and walk into the building.
I don't end up doing much up until the press conference, I basically just sit and watch as the group continues to practice, there's only a few months until we officially do our debut concert, so the group is being pushed hard. I can tell that the members are getting anxious as they begin to miss steps, and fall flat on notes. I keep reminding them not to worry about me, no matter what happens they will be fine.
Around 12pm I am ushered into a room, given a few outfits to choose from and makeup artists and hairstylists to complete my look, as I look at myself in the mirror reality really sets in, I'm about to go out into a room full of reporters and let them decide my fate and bare my soul and past to the entire world. All because I want to be in a band, I want to be a singer, a performer, but do I really? I only auditioned because of my mother, it was a way for me to be closer to her, to keep the promise I made to her, but she is gone so really why am I doing this? I should just go out there and quit, that way the band will not be brought down with me. That is the what I'll do, my mum is dead there is no reason to try and keep a promise to her she won't know either way so I will quit.
Minho's parents come walking into the room, they look radiant, they are dressed sharply like always, in their nice suits and makeup and hair on point, Minho follows shortly also well dressed however not radiant, he looks sad like he has been crying. I slowly walk up to him,
"So Cheon-sa do you know what you will be choosing to do?",
"Yes, I think I do know what I'm going to do", I respond not looking away from Minho, "I believe its best if I was to just leave", Minhos' eyes shoot up at mine, disbelief, anger, sadness all piercing me through his eyes, "I started singing because of my mum, and I only auditioned as it was a promise I made to her, it's not fair of me to bring this group down with my past because of a promise I made to my dead mother", I say a hint of guilt and sadness in my voice.
"NO!!", Minho shouts, "I will not let you quit", the anger rising more and more,
"Quiet Minho!", his dad commands, "Cheon-sa is allowed to do what he believes is right, not matter what we believe, You are the leader of this group so you will stand-by his decision, you already gave your opinion". I look at Minho pleading for him to understand my decision, the room where the conference will be has been slowly getting louder as we have been having this conversation, I check watch and there is about 5 minutes until the press conference starts. Minhos parents leave the room first and enter the conference room, to make introductions and answer a few questions before I make my way into the room. I take Minho into my arms,
"I'm sorry Minho, but I have to do this, you won't lose me though, you will just have to be a superstar group without me", I give him a quick kiss on the cheek before I leave and enter the conference room, leaving him behind.
I walk into the conference room, all cameras and eyes turn to me, the flashes going of continuously, as I walk on stage they all start shouting questions, the presence of them all is overwhelming, my mind goes blank, I can't think, I can't talk, I just stand completely still unable to figure out what I am supposed to do. I don't feel his presence, but when his hand grabs mine, and his cologne fills my senses. I awaken from my conscious,
"Please be patient, this is a difficult time for all of us", Minho greets, with a smile, "Some of you may know me some not, so I will quickly introduce myself, My name is Jeon Minho, son and heir of the Jeon group as well as leader of the next male debut group here at this company, I would just like to make a small statement before I let my member answer any of your questions", he squeezes my hand before continuing on with his statement, "we at Jeon group we choose not to hold peoples past especially when its there parents past stop them from pursuing their dreams, Cheon-sa didn't know when he auditioned for this group, but the members in this group we all knew him, he had saved as in a bus crash when he was just a child, we all knew exactly who he was and who his parents were when he came here and he allowed him to join anyway because he is talented and I believe, and so do my parents, is that everyone deserves a chance", he looks at me compassion in is eyes, "thank you for your time, Cheon-sa will now answer". We steps away from the podium, letting go of my hand and stands next to his parents, the reporters all start up yelling out questions, taking photos, pursuing the story as is their jobs, I take a did breathe before I say what I need to say,
"good afternoon everyone, as you all know my name is Lee-woo Cheon-sa formerly Song-lee Cheon-sa", I state nervously, I haven't used that name since I was 16 and left my father behind he is the only one that still uses my birth name. "As you may all know, I am the son of the leader of the apparent mafia family the Song-lees, and yes my mother did kill herself, but I have never been apart of my fathers work or will ever be apart of his work, I came up here today to say I was leaving this group because I didn't want my past, my family to destroy this group and the people I care about, and I didn't see that I was worth the effort, I only auditioned for this company to keep a promise to my late mother", I look around everyone has gone silent but my eyes wander over too Minho and a smile falls across my face, "but as Minho and his parents have continuously told me they will support me no matter what I decide, so I have decided that I will leave it up to the public", shock arises throughout the crowd, even Minho and his parents are shocked, "I will be asking the company to realise an online poll on all our social media's asking whether or not the people believe I should be apart of this group or not, and after a week we will calculate all the polls and make the decision based on the polls. I joined this group to keep a promise rot my mother but it is not about her for me anymore, it is about the family I have made in the short amount of time I have been here",
"are you still in contact with your father? Will he expect you to take up his business in the future", someone shouts, I look around trying to figure out who asked the question so I can respond directly,
"Yes I am still in contact with my father, but no not really and yes he probably will expect me to take up his business in the future, but when that day comes I will refuse, I want nothing to do with him or his business, if you have anymore questions please feel free to reach out and I will try to respond to as many as I can, however I will be ended this conference here, the polls will be up as quickly as possible. Thank you for your time", I say politely as I leave the room. It's not long before Minho and his parents join me.
"A poll? Really?", Minhos mother states, "You really are an interesting person aren't you, I mean leaving your future in this business up to the public", her eyes shift around the room, "that's ballsy", she blurts laughing, Minho puts his arm around my neck,
"it really is, isn't it!". The polls were posted within an hour on all our social media's. Even the members were posting polls on their individual social media's.