I flipped through the book and stopped at a random page, this was page 123.
Whoever said exercise gives you endoprhins had clerly never been a K-pop trainee.
“Maybe you should take a break, Unni. You look miserable – and you’re going to give yourself premature forehead wrinkles.”
Leah sists cross-legged on my bed, snacking on a bag of honey butter chaips. I guess there’s one Kim sister who shares Korea’s obsession with turning salty snacks into sweet ones.
I frown at her in the wall mirror and lean forward to inspect my reflection, smoothing my hand across my forehead. “What wrinkles?”
“Isn’t that cute?” says Manager Kong, cracking a smile. “They think you’re someone important.”