Chapter 2: Learning
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Momo's POV
Wahhhhh~! I'm so hungry~~!!!
J-Hope was my trainer and he's making me do all these exercises before we start.
"Splits!" He yells.
Finally, something I can actually do!
I do a perfect split and his mouth drops.
"How?" He asks.
"Again, as trainees in the JYP industry we had to train very hard to debut." I explain, putting my hands on the floor and do a cartwheel and stand back up.
Is that bragging? Aigoo! Sorry!!
"Can you teach me?" He asks, grinning like an idiot.
I was surprised, wasn't he suppose to teach me?
"Hmm, if you can do a better split than
Sana-Chan sure." I say.
I get Sana and Taehyung, apparently the 4D's are paired up.
They watch Sana do her best split.
"You've improved!" I say.
"Yeah, thanks to Mina-San. She basically forced me to." She laughs.
"Well, you can show us your split." I say to
J-Hope.
He looks determined.
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Not even close...
"Eh~" I say, slightly worried since he's yelling a lot.
"Hoseok-Sama looks like he's in pain..."
Sana walks up to him and helps him up.
"You okay?" She asks.
"Yeah, just... uhh... embarrassed. " He says nervously.
"You've failed. Now, can you continue this first training thing?" I ask.
He sighs and nods.
"I actually need you two to do the signal dance." He says.
"Sure." I say. "Though, this will be hard since Yoda isn't here."
"Then give her a call." Taehyung says.
I call Tzuyu's number and after a few rings she picks up.
"Chewy speaking."
I explain we need her and she says she'll be here in 5 minutes.
When she enters the BTS boys turn their gaze to her.
"Yoda-San!" Sana says, hugging her.
Tzuyu laughs, I really don't know why Sana decided to start putting 'san' 'chan' 'sama', ect.
"Tryna let cha know. Signal bonnae, signal bonnae--"
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