Chapter One

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Y/N P.O.V

I wake up groggily and groan at the sun rays busting into my once dark room from the window. I cover my eyes at the brightness."stupid sun." I think to myself and finally, uncover my eyes and wait for them to adjust. Once they're adjusted to the light I sit up in my bed and swing my feet onto the floor. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn.

  I get up and open the curtains like they do in Disney movies and laugh at my behavior. I walk over to my desk and open up my laptop.

I hear a ding go off signaling a notification. I click the notification and it brings me to my Gmail which is strange cause I rarely get emails. I sit there puzzled for a few seconds then as if a switch is flipped in my brain I remember. "My dance audition this might be the email!" I say out loud and quickly rush the mouse above the email icon. Sure enough, there is an email from Big Hit Entertainment.

  Suddenly a rush of anxiety washes over me "what if I didn't get accepted?" I think to myself. I sit there and just stare at the email for a while.

  "What if I did get accepted? It's pointless to try and keep the inevitable from happening." I take a deep breath and open it.

  "Dear Mr.(last name)
We are happy to say you got accepted to be in our new boy group, BangTan Sonyeondan, BTS for short.

  Please come to the headquarters so we can discuss your part, who else is in it, and more!

Big Hit Entertainment~"

I jump out of my chair and fist bump the air "yes!!!!" I yell the echo sounding throughout the house.

  "Shut up bitch!" I hear my "mom" yell back. I flinch slightly, But smile. Nothing can ruin this moment for me. 

  I'll drive over there tomorrow, I'll pack today. I smile and get to packing what little stuff I have.

  Hoodies, check. Bathroom necessities, check. Clothing, check.

  I don't have a binder yet, my parents said they would kick me out if they found one here. But I do have oversized hoodies.

  I finish packing a few minutes later and sat back in my chair to play some games. I smile not being able to contain my excitement for tomorrow.

 

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