She's who? BTS FanFic

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Hello, my name is Park Soomi, although you may know me as 'Minx'. I got into the job of my dreams around a month ago. When I was young, I had always dreamt about expressing my feelings throughout music after listening to BTS, and I have done just that. My band, 'The Way', have reached incredible popularity, having a max of 84,000 people attending one concert, crazy right? Unfortunately, the amount of people who recognise me these days are huge. I can't spend one day without someone coming up to me and either confessing, bringing gifts, or trying to use me. Sometimes I'd wish no body would recognise me, which is what we've planned to make come true when I move schools.

The one thing wrong with the YG managers, is that they treat us like trash. As long as we look and do well, they don't care. They don't care if you suffer from depression. They don't care if they are making you want to cut. They really don't give a damn. Take Suji for an example. She's lost so much blood that she's gone completely pale. The manager told her to keep it up, saying that 'Paleness is essential'. What the hell? I think health should come first. Let's face it, our band isn't going to last long.

On my first day of school, I had to remember to stop being me. I am no longer Park Soomi. I am now- Oh, I haven't came up with an Alias yet. How about Jiwoo? Sounds natural enough. I am now Kim Jiwoo. An 'A' student nerd with glasses and braces. Surprisingly, I fit in like this quite well, nobody will suspect a thing.
'Hello, would you mind showing me around, I'm new here.' I say to a student, I'll admit, she's pretty, but she looks like, well, a slut.
'Excuse me?' She snapped back.
'Oh, I asked if you minded showing me around?'
'I heard what you said.'
'Then what's the problem?'
'Stay on your side of the school. Never just come and speak to me, I'm practically the queen here.' She sniggered.
'Well, she's weird.' I thought.
'You haven't even apologised or left yet!' She screamed.
Gee, she's loud.
Her muscular arms grabbed onto my neck and bashed them onto some lockers. Ouch.
My vision became blurry, I was defiantly bleeding.
'Wow, you're weak. No fun.' She said before quickly escaping.
I can't really defend myself, because if I do end up getting exposed, it will ruin my image. Today is going to be a bad day.

Second period- French. Ughhhh.
The lesson went by quite quick, until I realised something was hitting me from behind.
It didn't hurt, but it sure was annoying. What was it? I quickly look back.
'Jiwoo, face front otherwise I will give you a detention.'
It was scrunched up paper that hit me. A note?

The note read 'Do you mind copying your notes for me?  I need sleep, I've been so busy training.'
'Training'? Who is this?
'That's it. Mission one. Locate the writer of the note.' I said to myself, as if I was some type of spy.
The teacher turned around. With that, I did too.
Yoongi?
As in Min Yoongi from BTS?
As in Suga from BTS?
As in the legend himself?
'Stop staring at me, you creep.'

Lessons flew by and lunch eventually came.
I can't believe I sit in front of THE Min Yoongi.
I can't believe I attend the same school as him.
I can't believe it is possible for him to look better in person. How does perfect get even better? Well, it clearly did.

'Seriously, stop staring at me.' He yelled, as if I was a sasaeng.
With that, all the fan girls attacked.

'He wants you to stop. Are you dumb. Do what he says!' Weird.
'You're probably the type to stalk someone and kill all their friends.' Well, random.
'You want a piece of me?' Please, no thanks.
A couple hit and kicked me. He just sat there, looking.

The pain was terrible...

I wonder if my fans are that strong?
I wonder what they would do if they realised who I am?

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