You are beautiful. You are talented. Everyone acknowledges it.

Your hard work since childhood hasn’t paid off yet; sacrificing your youth, attending countless auditions, participating in survival shows, but you still haven’t achieved your dream of becoming an idol. Even though you’ve garnered many fans and are one of the most famous trainees, your debut remains out of reach.

Your parents, who once wholeheartedly supported you, have started urging you to stop. They can no longer afford to keep supporting your dream. This only frustrates you more.

Online, people mockingly refer to you as the "eternal trainee" or the "cursed trainee." You’ve become the subject of ridicule for never making it to the stage.

One day, when you were on the brink of giving up, he approached you—a classmate of yours, someone you know to be the owner of the country’s largest agency. He exists in a world far different from yours.

"So, you smoke, huh?" Junho chuckled when he saw you taking a drag from your cigarette.

You shot him an annoyed glance. "None of your business."

"Aren’t you fed up?" he asked, noticing your confused expression before continuing, "Stuck between moving forward or giving up."

"But if I were you, I’d do anything—because you’ve come this far." He took a few steps closer until the two of you were standing very near each other, a small smile forming on his lips. "I can help you, but it’s all up to you."

"Nothing in this world comes for free, but there’s always a shortcut—especially for something like your debut."