The taxi driver dropped me off in front of BigHit headquarters. Though the boys insisted that wanted to tag along to make sure I was okay, I had to remind them that they were famous and that they had a schedule that night so it would be too troublesome for both them and myself.
"Hailey I know you miss your mom
And I know you miss your dad, when I'm gone
But I'm trying to give you the life that I never had
I can see you're sad..." My phone blasted Eminem. I knew who it was without even checking the caller id.
"Yes Mark?" I said.
"The boys and I just wanted to wish you good luck" he said.
"Good luck (your name)!" I heard the boys echo in the background.
I laughed. Just the thing I needed to calm my nerves.
"Don't push yourself too hard okay? If anything happens, just call me. I'll be there no matter what." Mark promised.
"Arraso eomma" I teased him. "I gotta go now. I'll call you later alright?"
"Alright. Don't forget! Bye!" He hung up.
Stepping into the lobby of the building, I was asked to once again complete the registration for the third time and wait. This time, they had a lot of people auditioning. Strangely, 80% of them were female.
Looking down, I sighed. My dance clothes were ordered off the male catalogue because I preferred male cuttings and designs. However, with my current appearance and dressed in such a manner, I wouldn't be surprised if people mistook me as a boy.
I couldn't even wear my own original converse since they were ruined with coffee. Instead, I had to borrow a pair of vans from the stylist unni over at JYP. All in all, I could pass off as a boy if I wanted too.
While waiting, I heard excited screams. Craning my neck, I saw that the girls were crowding at the door of the audition room.
Not giving it any mind, I tuned out to some music to get me into the vibe. According to my number tag, I was the first one to audition for the evening auditions.
About 3 songs into my little jam session, a woman holding a clipboard and a burly man dressed in all black exited the audition room. The girls in the waiting area suddenly started going wild.
I heard the woman say " #1 please proceed to the audition room now." Standing up, I pushed my way through the crowd and showed my number tag to the woman. She nodded and directed me to the follow her into the room.
Right when I was about to open the door, the door swung open on its own as a familiar face exited. Looking up, I came face to face with Jimin. I finally understood what the commotion was about.
BTS, one of the company's boy groups and my personal favorite kpop/khiphop group, was using the audition room for practice. Since the company was open for auditions, security allowed fan girls in under the impression that they were going to audition. The crowd went wild as I struggled to enter the room.
From behind the boys, I saw the unni who called me wave at me with a stern face. "Palli wa!" She mouthed at me.
I nodded my head and pushed past the crowd and the boys. Bowing to Jimin, Jin and Suga as I passed by them, I was accidentally hit in the stomach by the well known 'alien' Taehyung or more commonly known as 'V' during one of his hyper random fits of excitement. Cringing, I leaned against the wall and watched as the 4 boys left the audition room.
Screams erupted as they filtered out of the room and I realised that Rap Monster, J-Hope and Jungkook were still in the room cooling off from practice. Ignoring them though it was difficult, I turned to the judging panel and introduced myself.
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Trainee Trouble
Fanfiction[this fiction is in your pov] You. 16 years old. Multi talented and dreams big. After 4 years of obsessing over kpop, You decide that you have what it takes to be a kpop idol. With your life savings in hand and the blessings of your parents, you hea...
