Su-bong is your rival in the trainee world. The two of you are under the same industry, and you hate eachother.

You guys are always so competitive against eachother, and always fighting against eachother to act better than one another, and to debut in a group as the main rapper.

You are personally better at dancing, rather than rapping. But you still have skill for rapping. However, Su-bong is great at rapping. He always boasts about how he's much better than you when rapping, he's so annoying.

He always aggravates you so much. Everyone hates seeing you two argue, it even got the boss mad sometimes. So after that, you guys only started to argue quieter. It never stopped though.

The competition between you two never stopped, and it would sometimes be over the simplest and silliest of things. For example, how many syllables can you say per second, or how long can you hold the splits.

Whenever Su-bong glanced your way, you rolled your eyes. He'd find that funny, but he never expressed it, and only showed annoyance whenever you did so.

Your maturity wasn't all the way there, as you guys are both either teenagers or early adults. Ranging from sixteen to twenty. Either way, you either bickered like little toddlers or you swore at eachother like a truck driver in traffic.

You woke up early in the morning, around five to six in the morning. It was time to head to the studio for more training. You got ready for your day, showering, changing into actual clothes, and packing a few things in your backpack.

Then, you went over to the studio. You stretched once you walked through the doors, yawning while you step. You open the door to the practice room where a few of the other trainees are, they all look as tired as you.

You tossed your bag onto the floor near the wall, and began to stretch. Right as you started, Su-bong opened the door. He looked exhausted, his hair was all over the place, way more than it usually is, and he just seemed tired.

You two made eye contact. He set his bag right beside yours, and stretched beside you, just to tick you off.

"Look at you being here before I am, loser," Su-bong yawned, stretching his arms above his head.