Scene 1: The Rooftop in Dhaka
The nights in Dhaka are usually chaotic. But tonight feels different. Standing on the rooftop, Arin has her earphones plugged in. The sounds of Korean lyrics float in—she doesn't fully understand the language, yet she can feel it. Her heart moves to the rhythm of the beat.
"왜 이렇게 심장이 뛰는 거야…"
(Why is my heart beating so fast…?)
She whispered to herself and smiled. On her mobile screen, a familiar face appeared—the world-renowned K-pop idol, Yoon Si-hyun. Looking into his eyes, it felt as if he could understand everything even from the other side of the screen.
Arin knows the distance between reality and dreams is vast. She knows that between Dhaka and Seoul, there aren't just thousands of kilometers, but barriers of language, culture, and countless walls.
Still…
"If I don't try, how will I ever know?" Arin told herself.
Suddenly, a notification popped up on her phone:
[Global K-POP Audition — Online Registration Open]
Arin's breath hitched. In this moment, she wasn't just a fan. She was a girl who knew the pop idol, and perhaps… one day, she would be a part of that world herself. A light breeze swept across the roof. Standing under the Dhaka sky, Arin realized—her story begins today.
Scene 2: The Silent Struggle
The audition day is still far off, but for Arin, time has suddenly shrunk.
The alarm goes off at 5:00 AM. The Dhaka sky is still dark; the sound of the Adhan drifts in from afar. Arin stands up quietly—everyone in the house is asleep. Standing before the mirror, she looks at herself. Dark circles under her eyes, messy hair. Not an idol—just an ordinary girl.
"But idols were ordinary once, too," she told herself.
She sets her phone on a tripod and opens YouTube—a dance practice video. The count begins in Korean:
"하나, 둘, 셋—" (One, two, three
Arin's legs tremble. She misses a step. She starts again. Sweat pours, her breathing grows heavy. She falls to the floor once—her knee stings. Yet, she stands back up.
At night, when everyone finishes studying and goes to sleep, Arin practices her vocals with earphones on. The volume is low—so no one can hear.
"내 꿈은 아직 끝나지 않았어…"
(My dream isn't over yet…
Her voice trembles. Whether it's fear or excitement, she doesn't know. One day, she gathers the courage to tell her closest friend, Meera.
"I'm applying for the audition."
Meera stays silent for a moment. Then she laughs and says, "You're crazy! But… if anyone can do it, it's you."
Those few words set a fire inside Arin's heart.
Days pass—dancing, singing, learning the language, breaking and rebuilding her body and mind. On the night she fills out the audition form, Arin's hands were shaking.
Name: Arin Rahman
Country: Bangladesh
Specialty: Vocal & Dance
At the end, there was a question: Why do you want to become an idol?
Arin took a deep breath and wrote:
"Because music crossed oceans to reach me. Now I want to cross them back."
Before hitting the 'Submit' button, she closed her eyes. This wasn't just an audition. This was a war against herself. And she was ready to fight.
Scene 3: The Room in Seoul
Seoul. A conference room in a modern building. On a massive screen on the wall, online audition videos are playing one after another. Names, countries, ages—everything floats at the bottom.
"Next," a male voice says.
A new name appears on the screen: Arin Rahman. Country: Bangladesh.
A second of silence. Three people sit at the judges' table:
Kang Min-joon — Vocal Director
Choi Hana — Performance Choreographer
Lee Seo-young — Global Casting Head
The video begins. A small room in Dhaka. White walls, simple lighting. No glitz. Arin looks at the camera and bows.
"안녕하세요. 저는 아린입니다. 방글라데시에서 왔어요."
(Hello. I am Arin. I am from Bangladesh.)
Choi Hana frowns and says, "Bangladesh? A K-pop applicant?"
The song starts. For the first few seconds, Vocal Director Min-joon spins his pen. He looks uninterested. Then—a note. Clear, but raw. Yet, full of emotion. Min-joon suddenly sits up straight.
"잠깐만…" (Wait a minute…)
Arin starts to dance. The steps aren't perfect. But there is a fire in her eyes. Lee Seo-young stares silently at the screen. She doesn't take notes. The video ends. Silence fills the room.
Choi Hana speaks softly, "Her technique is lacking. But… her eyes are alive."
Min-joon nods. "There is sincerity in her voice."
Lee Seo-young speaks the final word:
"This girl isn't just a trainee… she is a story."
She places a mark next to the file: Potential – Global Trainee
The next video plays. But Arin's video lingers in the mind of one judge. And thousands of miles away in Dhaka, Arin has no idea that, at this very moment, her name has been uttered for the first time by Korean voices.
Scene 4: The Debt of the Past
Night in Seoul. The lights of the audition board have long been turned off. The conference room is empty, except for a single desk lamp. Lee Seo-young sits alone.
Her laptop is open. The screen is frozen on a single frame—Arin's face. She knows this is unprofessional. A Casting Head's job is to look at numbers and statistics. Not feelings.
Yet, she plays the video again.
"I am from Bangladesh…"
The Korean is broken. But the determination in the eyes is haunting. Lee Seo-young clenches her hands.
Ten years ago, she was just like this. A girl who was told, "You aren't right for the market." Her career had ended because of a decision she didn't make.
She closes her laptop. Just then, the door opens. Kang Min-joon walks in, exhaustion in his eyes and doubt in his voice.
"Still that video?"
Lee Seo-young doesn't look up.
"That girl is dangerous," Min-joon says. "Bangladesh… no system, no background. The risk vs. investment is too high."
Lee Seo-young stands up slowly. "That's exactly why we have to see her."
Min-joon narrows his eyes. "Are you making a decision based on emotion?"
A moment of silence. Then Lee Seo-young replies:
"아니요. 저는 빚을 갚고 있어요."
(No. I am paying back a debt.)
Min-joon says nothing. Outside the room, Seoul glitters. But inside, a decision is being born. Lee Seo-young knows this girl could break her career again. Still—she is ready. She opens a file and writes a secret note:
"Observe closely. Do not lose her."
In Dhaka, Arin is sleeping—unaware that she is under the watch of someone who sees her not just as an idol, but as her own unfinished past.
Scene 5: The Boardroom Battle
The 14th floor of Korea Entertainment. The boardroom doors are closed. Six people sit around the table, all in suits. There is something sharp in the air.
The name flashes on the screen: Arin Rahman — Bangladesh.
One executive smirks. "Just because it's 'global' doesn't mean it works."
Another adds, "There's no marketability. The fans won't accept it."
A third is more direct: "It's just high risk. Who takes responsibility if there's a scandal?"
Lee Seo-young sits silently, listening to it all. Then, she speaks calmly:
"You are all talking about numbers. I am talking about the human."
Laughter breaks out in the room. "Emotions aren't business."
Lee Seo-young looks up. "But idols are sold on emotions."
A senior director taps the file. "Are you getting personally involved?"
The question is like a knife. After a beat of silence, she replies:
"Yes. Enough to take responsibility."
The room grows tense. Someone whispers, "If that girl fails, you are finished too, Director."
Lee Seo-young knows. She came prepared for this.
After the meeting, she stands in the corridor looking out the window. A photo is on her phone—Arin, standing on her rooftop in Dhaka.
She says in a low voice, "You don't know how many people want you to fall."
But her eyes are filled with a hard resolve.
"And you don't know that someone is going to make sure you stay standing."
This love isn't of touch or words—it is the silent vow of a guardian.All the trainees are gathered in the practice room. The rhythmic thumping of the music fills the air, and Arin is lost in the dance. For the first time in a long while, her mind feels at peace. Her body moves instinctively to the beat, every drop of sweat a testament to her hard work.
Suddenly, the music cuts out. The silence is jarring. The Casting Head enters the room, their face unusually pale and serious.
"Arin, everyone... the owner of the group 'She Knows' is here."
Arin's eyes widen. Her heart begins to race. She knew the group name, she knew the brand, but she had never known who held the ultimate power behind it.
The doors swing open. A figure enters whose presence alone seems to freeze the very air in the room. The gravity of the person's aura is undeniable—a person of immense power, holding the strings of the entire organization.
Arin's mind reels. "Wait... this is the group I've dreamed of... but this owner... who is this?"
Just then, Lee Seo-young moves to stand beside Arin. She is quiet, but her eyes are screaming a message Arin can't quite decipher. Arin looks at her mentor, then back at the "owner," and a realization hits her like a lightning bolt.
Seo-young? Is she the owner? Or is she the one pulling the owner's strings?
Seo-young's gaze is deep and piercing, silently communicating:
"Everything is okay. But you still don't know the whole truth."
Arin is hit by a tidal wave of conflicting emotions:
Awe: How could Lee Seo-young be her mentor and a powerhouse behind the scenes at the same time?
Excitement: Is this Arin's big break? Is this all part of Seo-young's master plan for her?
Caution: She can feel the eyes of the other trainees. The envy, the suspicion. Beyond these walls, enemies are watching.
Slowly, the fog begins to lift. Arin realizes that 'She Knows' isn't just a K-pop idol group. It is a game of strategy, a display of power, and the core of Seo-young's long-term vision. Arin doesn't have the full picture yet, but she knows she is a vital piece on this chessboard.
She continues to dance as the evaluation resumes, but everything is different now. Every step is calculated; every glance is a blend of bashfulness, adrenaline, and newfound courage.
Lee Seo-young leans in, her voice a mere ghost of a whisper against the music:
"I am always by your side. But from this moment on, you must decide for yourself where you stand."
Arin finally understands. The training, the hidden affection, the looming danger they are all forging her life into something she never imagined. The true mystery of She Knows remains hidden.
She looks into the mirror, realizing that her future will be as difficult as it is mysterious. And she is no longer just an ordinary girl from Dhaka; she is a player in a high-stakes game.