My animal trun into 7 handsome young man [ BTS FF ]

001

Pov • Y/n

Busan... When I first came here, everything was so unfamiliar. I've lived only in Seoul for 18 years.

So I was worried whether I'd be able to adapt.

At first, I had a hard like understanding the dialect and I'd often ask people to repeat themselves a number of times. It's been three and half years since I came here, But Busan dialect is still hard to follow.

I came to attend a college in Busan from Seoul. Sometime, people ask me why I didn't choose to attend a college in Seoul.

Unlike me, there are many people in Busan who want to go to Seoul.But unlike them, I no longer wanted to stay in Seoul.

I couldn't stand my life in Seoul, with my mom who had completely changed after she and dad got a divorce.

It's been three and half since I became independant from my other, but I still lead the same suffocating lifestyle I had in Seoul.

A senior majoring in business. An okay TOEIC score. And slightly higher-than-average school grades.

I came to Busan to find my dream... But I still have no idea.

What do I want to do in life?

I came to Busan with that question, but still haven't been able to find an answer.

I've been living here for three and half years already... Busan has its big ocean and old buildings. Though people may me bit rough, they are kind.

And I... I have seven precious animals in my life that warm up my heart.

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I opened the door and saw a familiar living room. It's been four years since I moved out out from my parents' house.

When I come back to an empty home with no one to welcome me, I don't feel like doing anything.

I should just have a light meal, wash up and go to bed.

My days are always busy.

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Fast forward...

I wake up early to go to school, and go to the art club room after class.When I come home, I clean up the house and do laundry then I do my school assignments.

And when the hectic weekdays are over and weekend comes around, I meet up with my friends for lunch and head to the English cram school.

The word busy has become a way of life for me... I'm busy today.

I have go to the cram school. I have to impress the professors. I have to get an A+ in the class. I always make sure that all my school assignments are done perfectly, and turn them in by the deadline. And I actively participate in the school's art club. And despite my busy schedule, I make sure to invest some of my time study English in order to raise my TOEIC score.

Some people tell me that I live my life to the fullest. I always thank them but hearing that doesn't really make me happy.

Tomorrow should be another busy day. I have a morning full of classes, and I should study at the library during lunch... And then class again and I'll probably go to the art club room to work on my painting...

Dark room, the same old every day...

When I lie down on the bed, many thoughts occur to me. I live such a busy life.. In others' eyes, my life is probably full of activities that are useful and helpful.

But why... Why do I not feel alive?

There are many people in Korea who lead a life similar to mine. And there are certainly those whose lives are even busier and more stressful.

But unlike me, they're proud of the fact that they're busy and enthusiastically plan out their lives.

" You didn't even get in the top five in your class? Sending you to an expensive cram school doesn't even help you at all. Study harder. This isn't enough. If you take a break when everyone else does, you'll just end up being one of them. I don't know what are you talented at... I just don't know now..."

The painful memories of my past are suffocating me. I can't get rid of the cold expression on mom's face from my thoughts.

The expression which seems to say, ' only your report card represents your value'.

I can still vividly remember mom's face when she told me that I was no use because my grade weren't good enough.

But still I am living the life as did when I was with mom. It's not as stressful as it was in Seoul.But even when I am still leading a busy life..

I have no idea why I'm here, and why I'm doing these things.

I went to attend to a college outside of Seoul, and joined an art club..

I have ' friends' who aren't really friend... and I struggle to get an A+ in all my classes.. None of those are what I wanted. In fact... I don't even know what I'm doing right now.

I have no idea what I'm working so hard for...

How can I find my calling?

How can I learn to enjoy what i do?

No one... taught me those things.......

" You haven't changed a bit. It's still amusing to see you confused, but it's getting a little boring at the same time. I'm not interested in seeing you suffer so little. You shouldn't be hurt - so much that you'd want to cry. What would you say when you see me... What expression would you have on your face...? I'm dying to find out. Well, I should leave the most fun part for later.

The fun begins now. I hope you enjoy it.

Now, let the game begin."

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" Meow " What woke me up was not the alarm that's set for 7 am..

But the sound of a cat...?

No way... I don't even have a cat. I must have been really tired yesterday. I remembered going to bed last night without taking a shower, and felt a bit grossed out. And my hair felt oily too.

I should get up and take a shower. I looked at the wall to see the time. It 6:36......

" Bark Bark- " Huh? What was that??

I closed my eyes...And opened them again.

" Bark bark bark-" "Meow, meow."

This isn't a dream. There was a big basket next to my bed, and inside that basket...

"DOG...WHITE FOX... FOX.... WOLF..CATS ..AND RABBIT!!?? "

What.... Who... How... The animals...

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Ok this is frist cheapter of this book so... I hope y'll enjoy from now on.Bye~^_^