Tzuyu × Got7 || Slow Updates

Prologue:

Tzuyu's POV

-Debut-

After TWICE's debut, millions of fans adored the girls. Each having their own unique personalities. They loved everything about them.

"I'm not so sure about letting you girls attend your usual schools." The producer said.

"I understand. It's perfectly reasonable that we transfer schools." Nayeon stated.

"But where do we go?" Jungyeon asked.

Everyone was puzzled. After the hit show SIXTEEN, TWICE had been shooting down the charts with their popularity.

"It'll take some time to think about that. But for now, you can take the day off until we find the right university for the nine of you." The producer dismissed us.

-*-

"Do you think we'll go to some extravagant school?" Sana became excited. But for some reason, I wasn't.

"I hope so." Dahyun became excited with Sana. All our members had high hopes of going to a big university.

"Uhm, can you drop me off here?" I butted in. Everyone stared at me curiously.

"Why?" The all said in unison. Even the manager.

"I just wanted to stop by for a donut or something.." I said.

They all nodded and let me off.

Phew, I managed to slip past that conversation.

As the car drove away, I could still see Dahyun, Sana, and Chaeyoung's figures through the tinted windows.

"I don't get why they're so excited for this. I can't even bring myself to speak to people that well." I spoke to myself.

I strolled down the sidewalk. After a few minutes, people started looking at me strangely.

I ignored the stares and continued walking. I came across different restaurants. But I couldn't pick any good place to eat.

"Hm, my stomach is getting angry." I said, childishly.

I hear music.

"This song?" I recalled the song inside my head, "Got7?" I said aloud.

At the end of the street was a large crowd. Seems like a public performance.

"Ah.. I was right." I confirmed when I saw my sunbaenims dancing to "Girls Girls Girls".

I remember when Nayeon unnie starred in the MV.

"Daebak.." They were amazing..-ly funny.

They danced weird.

The dance reached its climax and Mark did his martial arts. He walked to the cameraman like a chicken and crowed at the camera.

The ending did surprise me. They all had a mental breakdown, I guess.

After the performance, I strolled down again. Walking past our JYP Building.

I skipped like a little kid down the street until I came to a stop.
I entered a simple cafè and sat down.

-*-

"Hello?" I answered my phone.

"Tzuyu! Where are you? The producer is calling us." Jihyo unnie said.

"I'm coming over." I hurriedly left the café.
As I walked down the street, I could still feel the stares people shot at me.

Was there something on my face?

...

My face! I didn't wear a cap or anything at all!

"I'm gonna be in so much trouble for this." I whispered.

I could see reporters from afar and flashes of cameras.

I ran.

I was running like crazy.

Then I felt a hand tug my arm and I was pulled behind a building.

"Jinyoung-sunbaenim!" I shouted. I was stunned seeing him.

"Ssh." He shushed.

As we saw the reporters and the paparazzi pass by, we sighed in relief.

"What were you doing not wearing anything on your head?" He asked.

He looked like he was displeased.

"I kind of forgot to put something to hide my face.." I reasoned.

He sighed, "Next time bring a cap with you," He transferred his cap on my head. "Now go. I think the producer is waiting for you." I bowed and dashed back to JYP.
I'd like to thank him the next time I see him.

-*-

"I apologize for being late!" I bowed immediately after opening the door to the board room.

"We don't mind. Take a seat." The producer said.

He cleared his throat, "Going back to the topic.." "You'll be going to UMAA."

"UMAA?" I asked. Jihyo unnie looked at me strangely.

"You don't know UMAA?" she asked.

"No.." I wasn't quite familiar with the universities here in Korea.

"It's a school for Idols, Celebrities, Actors, Actresses." Nayeon unnie answered.

I turned my head to the side. I still didn't get it.

Dahyun sighed in disbelief. "Our Got7 sunbaenims go there." She added.

"I kind of get it." I nodded.

"You start the day after tomorrow. Goodluck." We were dismissed.

"Oh! One more thing," the producer called out. We stopped in our tracks, "Stay away from rumors and the paparazzi." He warned.

We all nodded.