Episode Eighteen
Not Today, Satan
Falling to the bottom two this week wasn’t a surprise. Backstage drama aside, Yihwan knew how generic their teaser track sounded compared to the other teams’. It wasn’t their best, and now they had to fight for a spot in the competition.
“How’s your voice?” he asked Yoojung as they waited to be called on stage. “Shall we go with the lower key?”
She nodded.
“Hey…” Yihwan unabashedly took both of her hands and squeezed. They were cold as ice. “We’re gonna be okay. All we have to do is give it our 200% out there, all right?”
“Mianhada, Yihwan-ssi.”
“Anniya. None of this is your fault.” He then let go of her hands and dug into his coat for a hot pack. “Palms up,” he said.
Yoojung obliged, and Yihwan placed a hot pack on each of her palms. “Take this,”
