Key:
(y/f/n)= your first name
(y/l/n)= your last name (or surname, whatever you call it)
A/N: Hi everyone!
This is the second fanfic I've written on a BTS member, please put up with me!
The first is called "IDOL" and it's Jungkook x Reader, you can check it out on my profile page! Thank you for supporting it so much and I hope that this new book will not disappoint you!
Please feel free to leave comments or advice so that I can improve my story!
Enjoy!
-Ace
*****
"(Y/F/N)!!!" Your best friend roars.
Crap, she found out.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She hiccups, tears spilling over her cheeks.
You turn slowly, looking into her eyes, which were shiny and big.
"I didn't want you to cry," You respond quietly.
She sniffles. "I-it's true, isn't it? You're moving to Korea?"
"South Korea." You correct softly.
She laughs shakily, and wipes away a tear. "That's j-just l-like you, (Y/f/n), always making up for m-my mi-mistakes..."
"I'll keep in touch with you, I swear." You reply sadly.
"Y-you'd better!" She grins and swipes at her eyes, which are puffy and red from crying. "Because if you don't... I'll find you and pummel the living hell out of your butt."
You smile wanly. "I know you will."
Six years later...
Amy... I wonder where you are now...
You sit up in bed, groggy from sleep. Checking your alarm, you notice it's now ten o'clock in the morning.
Damn, I'm late, I'm late...
You swing yourself off your bed and rush to the bathroom.
After giving your teeth a quick brush and half-diving into your clothes, you manage to make it downstairs, only to realize that it was Saturday.
"This. This has happened way too many times." You groan, then face-palm.
The phone rings, and you hurry to pick it up.
"Anneyeonghasaeyo?" Six years of being surrounded by a foreign language had really paid off.
"Honey? It's me, Mum. Can you be at the studio by noon?"
"Sure, Mum. Be right there." You hung up.
Grabbing a hairbrush, you walk to the bathroom to attack your hair. (me every time lol) You study your face while you brush. Average... not that bad, but not that great either... you think.
And maybe that's the way I want it... nothing fancy. A plain, average life.
*****
Your mother worked as a designer and was famous throughout Korea (and also several surrounding countries). Being the daughter of one of the most famous people in the country made you an easy target of envy and contempt alike. However, it also brought a little too much attention.
"Hey eomma." You say, and wave at your mother, who smiled at you while dealing with clothespins.
"So, what did you call me for?" You ask, pulling up a stray chair.
"I got a work request." Your mother smiles at you as she straightens the model's shirt.
"...and?" You lift an eyebrow.
"I'm too busy to do it."
"...and?"
"They requested you instead."
"What?"
"You heard me, missus. It's a stay-on job, a good one. You'll be paid well."
"But what about school?"
"You'll have a private tutor for free there."
"I don't know about being a stylist..."
"The company is called BigHit. They can provide lodgings, food, anything you need. Their main office is not that far from our house. And you'll be famous!"
"I don't want to be famous, I already deal with a lot of attention."
"Please, honey? Just try it for a while, and if you don't like it I'll swoop right in and pick you up, okay?"
You hesitate, not wanting to disappoint your mother.
Finally you exhale. "Fine. I'll try it if it makes you happy."
"That's my baby." Your mother smooths out your hair and kisses your forehead. "If anything goes wrong, just call me, okay?"
"Okay, eomma."
"I love you."
"I love you too, eomma."
*****
End of Chapter 1!
Wooooww, what's gonna happen to (Y/f/n)? Chapter 2 coming soon!
Once again, thank you to everyone who read Idol! Please feel free to make comments, they really keep me going.
Question for future books: What position do you like better- (y/f/n) playing singer or stylist? If you have other suggestions, please leave a comment and I'll use them as future references!
Thanks for putting up with my idiocy.
Yours,
Ace
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