My eyes widened. "What?"
Personal training with Haejun? The top-ranked trainee, the one everyone whispered was already guaranteed to debut?
"I don't understand," I stammered. "Why would you—"
"Because you have potential that's being wasted." His matter-of-fact tone made the situation seem simple and even obvious.
"Your technique needs work, but your instincts are solid. Most trainees here can hit the notes, but they can't make people feel anything."
I blinked, still processing.
"You're serious?"
"I don't joke about performance." Haejun picked up his water bottle.
"Six AM, don't be late."
My stomach lurched. Six AM meant even less sleep, even more strain on my already failing blocker schedule.
But the opportunity...
"I'll be there," I said quickly before Haejun changes his mind.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Haejun's mouth—the first genuine expression I'd seen from him.
"Good. Don't disappoint me."
