Idol in the making..

Sting

Life is a bitch.. An unloyal fucking bitch.. At least in my case.. I despise the people who get everything they ever wanted served on a golden platter.. I always liked to fight for my own dreams.. And yet.. Here i was.. Standing in front of the Hybe building.. Absolutely disgusted of myself.. Wondering why?.. Well.. That's a long story.. In short we can say.. My life fucked me up.. Real bad this time.. And i am forced to do what i always hated with every fibre of my being.. That is.. Using my status for unfair advantages..

My name is Ella.. Choi Ella.. The daughter of Hybe's biggest share holder.. My dad always thought of my little dancing hobby as a revolutionary talent.. He got me admitted into one of the world's most prestigious dance academies.. Although i never took the classes seriously.. Dance wasn't my end goal.. I had plans for myself..

I turned 21 this year.. I thought my life would change for better.. I would finally move out from my father's mansion.. The golden cage to be more precise.. I was excited.. Untill.. My world came shattering down on me.. On my birthday night.. When my father declared infront of the media.. That his daughter will be the 8th member of the biggest music band in the world.. B.. T.. S..

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I flinched as my ringtone jolted me out of my little trip to the memory lane of my traumatic life.. Shuffling through my tote bag.. I pulled my phone out and sighed seeing the "Hitler" written in bold letters on my screen.. It was my dad.. Must be inquiring where am i.. I switched my phone off.. Not wanting to hear his scolding.. And took a deep breath before stepping into the building.. Everyone knew me here.. And those who didn't.. Now do, because of my father's stupid announcement..

"Here she is!" My dad chirped as he saw me entering the board room of directors.. The middle aged men and women smiled as i bowed at them with my most fake but believable smile.. Something i have mastered by now.. "She's a prodigy in dance.. She'll be perfect for the group.. I can guarantee.. The boys will learn so much from her!" He boasted..

The boys will learn from me?! Huh.. They don't even need me! They are masters of their arts.. And i.. I am just a beginner compared to them.. I don't even know how the fuck did they agree to this shit!

I thought as i smiled away.. As if i could do anything else.. My helplessness disgusted me.. I bet these oldies must be thinking i am some spoiled princess who's obsessed with her favorite group and forced her father to help her reach them.. Oh yess.. One more thing about me that i forgot to mention in the middle of the chaos..

I abso-fucking-lutely love BTS!

They are my favorite group.. Another reason why my dad thought forcing me into their group was a good idea.. Yes I love BTS.. But that doesn't mean i wished to be in the same group as them.. That's just ridiculous and.. Unfair..

"So it's settled.. My daughter will shift into their dorm today.. And will debut in their next comeback.." My dad declared and stood up from his comfortable leather chair..

Did he just say move into their dorm?!? Fuck no!

"Any issues darling?" He asked me as i flashed him a polite smile.. "No dad.." I answered..

Fuck my life..

Clenching both of my palms in a tight fist.. I followed the staff member who was leading me to the boys' practice room.. To say that i was nervous was an understatement.. My palms were sweaty.. And my nails almost pierced through the skin of my own palm by the intensity with which i had my fist closed..

"Here you go ma'am!" The staff said as i bowed at her, watching her leave me alone in the hallway.. I could hear the faint music.. Maybe they were practicing.. I held my breath and slowly twisted the handle.. Opening the door to my new life.. My heart was hammering in my head.. I had no idea what to expect..

As soon as the door clicked open revealing my nervous self.. I could feel the air thicken.. Blinking i looked around only to find six gazes fixed on me.. Frowns on their faces.. Most handsome faces i have ever seen.. My inner fangirl squealed.. But i knew it wasn't time for her to come out.. Waving awkwardly i smiled introducing myself.. "Ella.. Choi Ella.." I said, and multiple 'Oohhs' echoed in the room..

"Mr.Choi is a stubborn little oldie i must say.." Jin mumbled..

Uh oh.. I don't think things look very good for me..

"True.." Namjoon replied shaking his head.. Looks like they are really pissed about my existence in this room.. God.. Why must i suffer??!..

"How old are you kiddo?" Hoseok asked.. He sounded a bit more polite than the other two..

"Twenty One.." I answered.. Hesitant.. Scared.. I didn't know how will they react to this..

"Ohh i guess i am not the maknae anymore!" Jungkook chirped in excitement as he hopped towards me.. "Nice to meet you little one!" He patted my head and i chuckled.. He was indeed five years older than me.. But i wasn't that small though..

"I guess now that she is here.. We can't really do much about it.. Can we?" Yoongi sighed.. Woah.. I expected him to pick a fight with me or something.. But he acted rather calm.. Good for me!..

"Yoongi hyung is right.. Let's just accept our fate.." Taehyung agreed with Yoongi and i couldn't be any more grateful.. Namjoon and Jin nodded too..

"Thank you guys.. I know i am being a huge ass problem for you guys.. I know you guys don't even need a new member.. But.. Well.. Let's just say.. My dad is indeed a stubborn oldie.. I'm sorry.." I sighed.. I know i might not sound convincing to them.. But i needed to apologize..

They all nodded at me and even though it was just a bit.. I felt the load on my shoulders lift slightly.. "Where's Jimin tho? Late again?" Jin asked and my heart suddenly skipped a beat.. It was only now that i realised.. They were only 6 here.. Jimin was missing.. My bias wasn't here and i didn't even notice?!.. How dumb Ella!..

Jimin was the member that had a very special place in my silly little heart.. His angelic personality.. His soft heart.. His kindness.. Everything about him made me like him more than i liked anyone else in my entire 21 years of existence..

I was still lost in his thoughts when i heard the door behind me twist open.. Turning my head with an instinct.. "Sorry guys i am late-" I heard that angelic voice but gasped as someone bumped so hard into me that i lost my balance.. Shutting my eyes close.. I waited for my butt to touch the ground but instead felt a pair of strong arms slip around my waist and i was pulled back up colliding with someone's chest..

Opening my eyes.. It felt like my world stopped.. There he was.. The love of my life.. Holding me close to his chest.. His arms tightly wrapped around my waist.. His brows were scrunched.. Probably confused?.. His hair was dripping wet.. I guess he just took a shower.. The citrusy scent hit my nostrils.. Making me almost dizzy in a second.. He's beautiful.. My inner fangirl said as i just gawked at his beauty..

"Who are you?" He asked me and i had to snap myself back to reality.. "I.. Ella.. Choi Ella.." I stuttered.. His face twisted.. Maybe he was trying to figure out who the fuck was Ella.. But then.. I saw the realization hit his face.. And when that happened.. He made a face of pure disgust and shoved me away so hard i stumbled falling on my butt..

What the fuck?!

"So you are that spoiled brat!" He spat harshly and i just blinked in surprise.. "You better behave and not throw yourself on any of us!" He pointed at me.. Jungkook came running to me... Helping me get up.. While i still looked at Jimin surprised of his venemous tone.. He wasn't anything like i thought him to be.. Neither kind.. Nor gentle..

"What do you-" "Hey hey! Let him be.. He's just.. Upset.. You know?" Jungkook cut me off before i could confront him.. No matter how upset he was.. Who gave him the right to disrespect me?!.. My eyes were still throwing daggers at him as i tried calming myself..

The fact that HE was the one being so harsh with me really cut me deep.. I wasn't expecting that.. I would have been more okay if it would have been Yoongi saying this.. But HIM?!

This would definitely sting..