Doctor Demon

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"Woah…"

Minyoon was awed by Baek's voice. It was not entirely manly but deep and soothing. 

"A heart trapped in a cell

Fluttering like a bird

But freedom is naught

It wants to shine bright

But can you accept my might?"

"He's good," Minyoon remarked. His eyes were on Baek, not moving at all. Something was tugging in his mind as if he had seen this boy somewhere before. They were the same age and unlike Minyoon who had a rogue charm, Baek had a more amorous flower boy charm. But why did Minyoon feel a sense of familiarity from him?

"He's your competitor!" Chanhyuk gritted.

"So? I can still compliment him. He's got a great voice too! I bet all the girls will flock to him."

Chanhyuk hit his arm again. "Focus! We need to beat him with your next comeback! We'll have to make it epic."

"Yeah yeah…" 

Minyoon returned to watch Baek, swaying to the song. Baek had a unique charm of pulling people to his song which Minyoon felt was a rare quality. As an idol, people cared a lot about his looks but rarely paid attention to his songs. Minyoon loved singing more than anything so it slightly hurt him when people were more interested in his visuals and not his music. 

"I hope you can make them love your songs," he sighed. Baek might be his competitor but there was no reason for Minyoon to not like his songs, right? After all, they would have to tough it out in the industry together. 

I wonder if I can collaborate with him someday, he thought.

….

"That was excellent!" Jango exclaimed, clapping Baek on the back. They were in the meeting room of their agency, watching the video. Within an hour, the music video garnered over a million views online and the count was only rising. At this rate, Baek's video will beat the records of Hwang Minyoon's debut track. 

"We're already getting advertisement offers and the news portals are writing good stuff about you," Jango went on. "I think we'll be able to top the charts!"

Baek did not reply but was staring at the screen. Beat Hwang Minyoon's record, huh? This is what I want, Baek thought. To beat him and become the top idol.

"I need to use the washroom," Baek announced. Jango was so obsessed with the views and results that he merely nodded. Baek strode off, heading towards a personal washroom in the makeup room. Entering the room, Baek headed straight towards the washroom.

"Yes!" she exclaimed once she was in the washroom. She was greatly overjoyed that her music video was successful and the day was not far when she would be able to beat Hwang Minyoon as the top idol. 

"This is just the first step, Baekha!" she told herself. "This is what I've been preparing for!"

Her 'Ahn Baek' persona was a fake one. For the past two years, she had been disguising herself as a boy in order to train hard and become an idol. It was her dream to get into BHK Entertainment but she could not risk exposing her identity to the world. If her family found out that she was training to become an idol, it would be the end of her dreams. Only her manager Jango knew of her secret but the rest of the world could not find out about it.

Her phone rang. It was her nanny.

"Hello nanny," she greeted in her usual, feminine voice. 

"Young Miss, where are you? Your father and mother have summoned you to the main mansion tonight. They want to discuss your admission into Dalton. And today is also your brother's death anniversary..."

Baekha grimaced. She was not keen on going to Dalton because Hwang Minyoon was also studying there. How could she study with her own rival?

But there was no choice. When her parents made up their minds, it was impossible to escape their clutches. 

"I'll be there in an hour," she said. 

Baekha hung up the phone and took a deep breath. She stared at her short hair in the mirror. Cutting off her beautiful locks was the hardest thing she had ever done in her entire life. The night she cut them off, she cried a lot. To avoid her parents' suspicious eyes, she wore a dark wig but they never noticed it.

She wore a cap and mask before heading out of the makeup room. A few of the trainees greeted her but she ignored all of them and walked straight outside towards the alley where her driver was waiting for her.

"Young Miss," the old driver bowed. His name was Dokyung and apart from her manager, the only one who knew of her secret. 

"To the main mansion," Baekha told him. Dokyung nodded and opened the door for her. As soon as Baekha got in, she quickly took off her jacket and wore the wig which the driver had left for her in the backseat. Brushing her hair, she looked in the mirror.

Perfect, she thought. 

"What's going on in the main mansion?" she asked. "Are those two still obsessed with that shaman?"

"Yes," Dokyung sighed. "Ever since Young Master passed away, Mr. and Mrs. Cho have been consulting with the shaman in the hopes of contacting his spirit."

Baekha scowled. She was not a fan of her elder brother. After the thing he did, the man should have been jailed for life. Instead, he chose to kill himself to avoid punishment. 

Fucking loser, she thought with contempt. He should be happy that he died with his balls intact. I'd have massacred him myself.

Her real name was Cho Baekha and she was the surviving daughter of Cho Jinki and his wife, Yeon Ciara. But she was treated as an outcast in her own family. They used to dote on their son who was the apple of their eyes. Nothing could be better than their precious son. They even ignored the many crimes he was committing especially towards his ex-wife. Baekha was surprised that her sister-in-law did not kill the man herself.

She was so lost in her own thoughts, that she did not realize that they had reached the mansion already. Baekha was not keen on going there; she lived in a small apartment away from these people. But she had to put up an act otherwise her parents would get suspicious and end her career.

Home sweet home, she thought bitterly.