Foreign dream

Prologue

Aecha's P.O.V.
"I'm so nervous! What will they think of me? No Ash.. Don't say that, you got the job. What if they judge me? What the hell? Don't think negatively and get ready!" I spoke to myself as I made a mess in my room trying to find my practice bag. "8am already? I'm not even dressed!" I panicked as I emptied my drawers. I picked up a black crop top and matched it with fiery red sweatpants. As I packed my bag, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, probably a message.
From:Mom
Have a nice day at work my little princess! Tell me how it goes my rising star 🌟

To:Mom
I'm not little anymore mother, but I'll keep you up to date! Gtg, Ttyl.

From:Mom
Bye sweetie.

I sighed happily. Ever since I left Busan, my mom has been very supportive of my studies and what I saw as a career path. She always accepted my choices and helped me live my life to the fullest.

I've put the phone back in my sweats and looked at myself in the mirror. "You can do this." I slipped into my black pair of converse high before leaving the house and driving to my first day at work.
I was hired by a Kpop company called Big Hit entertainment as a choreographer. The Busan girl I am left the house and went to an art school in Seoul in hopes to get something better than teach dance to children, but never dreamed of having a job like this!
Around half an hour later I entered the company's building welcomed by the manager.

PD-Nim
"Welcome into our family Miss L'Écuyer, I hope you will enjoy working in our company. Please follow me to the main practice room. The other groups are not on schedule today so you'll introduce yourself to BTS, then you'll have the rest of the day to create in the studio opposite to theirs."

I nodded in agreement and without further ado, PD-Nim opened the door to their dancing space.

"Hello there boys, I'm here to present you your new choreographer."He glanced at me as a signal for me to speak.

I bowed. "Hi, I'm Aecha L'Écuyer, but only Aecha is okay. It is nice to finally meet you all." I shyly said in my nervousness.
I saw Jungkook raise his hand. "Yes?"

"Can we ask you questions?"He asked, his classical bunny smile on his face.

"Sure!" I answered feeling the pressure drop.

"How tall are you?" Taehyung asked childishly looking at me.

"I'm 5'9", why?"

"You're taller than Jimin and Suga hyung!"He laughed hysterically.

"Oh shut it.." The concerned ones replied.

Hoseok's P.O.V.
When our manager entered, I noticed a tall, curvy, dark caramel haired girl. Our choreographer? Her? Where is she from? She doesn't look Korean at all. I'm not saying she's not pretty. Her beauty is unconventional and a foreigner being here is a shocker,but I was sceptical of her skills.
After the round of questions the boys asked, we learned she had Canadian origins, was 22 and born in Busan, which made her the one who was born in Busan first and that she graduated at an art school in Seoul. As soon as they stopped talking, I spoke up. "You really are a professional dancer Aecha?"

Aecha's P.O.V.
I was used to these doubts, but I never thought that him of all people would be doubtful."Want me to prove it to you?" I confidently asked.
"Prove it. Show us what you've got." J-hope spat, a grin on his face.

I walked straight to the laptop to put some music and groove to it.
"Just watch me." a conniving smile on my face.
(Aecha's the lady in black)

Hoseok's P.O.V.
As we observed her during her performance, my crew kept commenting.
"She's got this in her blood." Jin yelled.
"Look at her go!" Taehyung joyfully exhaled.
"Aecha's better than our golden maknae." Namjoon commented.
"Well, she beats the crap out of you hyung!" Jungkook counterattacked.
"Are you alright Hobi hyung?" Jimin wondered as he closed my mouth before a fly could enter.

Aecha's P.O.V.
I stood proudly in front of the band.
"You rocked it Aecha!" Jimin added to the previous compliments.
"Thanks." I shyly replied.
I walked up to Hoseok sitting in front of me and bent down."Did I prove myself?" I questionned him arching my brow.

He rapidly stood up which surprised me. He extended his hand to me. "I'll keep an eye on you. You can call me Hobi by the way!" He stated a large grin on his face.
I got up and took his outstretched hand."Call me Ash, Hobi."