The airport was cold, but Yanniee's hands were burning.
Not from the chill of the air, but from the trembling that came with fear, excitement, and a million thoughts racing all at once.
"This is it," she whispered to herself in Tagalog, staring at the boarding gate bound for Incheon. "Ito na talaga."
She was just 15. A girl from the Philippines with no backup plan—only a dream, a song in her head, and one shot at making it come true. HYBE's global audition had accepted her for a face-to-face round in Seoul. And with money saved, help from her online shop, and endless hours of practice alone in her room, she got here.
And yet, she felt like no one.
No one, until she walked into the training center and met him—not as a fan, but as a fellow artist trying to find her place. And for some reason, Soobin looked at her like she was already shining.