a love impossible

Chapter 1

I'm just leaving the cafe at 5:15 because my shift is over. Thank god it's Friday. But as I'm about to exit, I see on TV that an Idol Choosing is going on. This time, it's BTS. Everytime a boy band is created (only in South Korea), they'll go on tour for five years as a group, and then they'll go on the mandatory Idol Choosing website and have one week to choose a girl out of the available bunch. There are 30 girls that the country officials choose for them, and then they pick a girl they think would suit them (the girls don't know until one of them is chosen, and even then, none of the other girls are told the were candidates). After the week is up and a girl is chosen, they'll live for three months on Suitor Island in the Caribbean together (the group and the girl), and the boys will all try to win her over. There are zero cameras, no communication with the outside world, and no one goes to the island except for the boat that drops them off with their supplies and picks them up after the three months are completed. The group can choose to stay together and have a comeback, or break up and do it individually. Once they make their first comeback song, the chosen member and the girl get married on live TV. The reporter says that the group is finalizing their choice now. I wonder which girl will get picked this time. My coworker Yuni sees me immersed in the television, and pipes up.
"Hoping it's you?" she teases.
"Ha, no. That would be cool though," I admit.
"Yeah I feel the same," she agrees.
"Well, I'm out," I say throwing up the deuces sign.
"See you tomorrow!" she chirps to me as I leave the cafe.
I work here at The Queen Cafe, and everyday after I leave work, I smell like coffee. It's not a bad smell, just not my favorite. I'm 18 and I still don't drink coffee often. My mother always said I would, but it just didn't happen. I walk home in the rain, getting plenty of catcalls. I know I'm pretty and it's nice, but sometimes it's frustrating and scary. I live by myself in an apartment, and I'm not very big, so someone could likely overpower me. It's not a situation I fancy being in. I finally make it home. I'm soaked. It was supposed to be warm, but I didn't know it was supposed to rain. I wore light blue jean short shorts, a black tank with a white sports bra I didn't bother covering (tucked in), and white with black striped low topped vans. My middle parted hair is in space buns, emphasizing my heart shaped face. I have average sized lips with an especially full bottom lip, ice blue eyes, dark brown hair, light freckles on my cheeks, and fair skin. I'm American but my parents and I moved to South Korea when I was seven for a job, and we just never left. My parents gave me a Korean name when I was born just because they liked it, but once they got the job offer, they realized it might be helpful, so they changed my last name too. I walk into my quaint but cute apartment, but I don't bother changing my clothes. I really just don't care. I turn around to shut and lock my door. Once that's done, I go into the kitchen to do the dishes, take out the trash, straighten up the living room and vacuum, clean up my messy ass room, clean the bathroom, and clean and organize my three closets. By the time I finish all of this, it's almost midnight. I don't know how I managed to do it, but all I know is that my house was way to messy and I couldn't handle it. I go and sit on the couch and watch the Idol Choosing. I watch sometimes if I like the band, and BTS is cool. It's 11:58, and the announcer is saying that the men to pick up the chosen girl are on their way. They never show who the girl is, but sooner or later, everyone finds out. The reporter then announces that they've just arrived and are getting her now. At exactly midnight, my door bell rings. I walk over off the couch to my door and open it cautiously. Two very official looking men are on my step, with a black SUV parked in the parking garage (which I have a direct view of from my door).
"Hello?" I ask, trying to seem like I know what's going on.
"Miss Keom?" says the older one.
"How may I help you?" I ask warily. This is weird.
"We're with the Idol Choosing, and you need to pack your things. You have thirty minutes. Do not text or tell anyone where you are going or why. We already took care of work for you," the same one says again.
"What?" I ask with my slow self, still not getting what's going on.
"You've been chosen to live with BTS on Suitor Island. You now have 28 minutes to pack for three months. And don't forget, it's the Caribbean, so it'll be warm," the other younger agent says with a friendly wink. He seems so kind, which is helpful in this situation where I need someone to patiently explain what's happening.
It then hits me that I need to pack, now, because I was picked by BTS! Oh my god okay. I dash into my room, and throw tons of clothes, shoes, necessities, and other stuff in my bag. I'm also sure to take my birth control pills, because the kind I take keep my period from happening, and I know that's not good, but I just hate it so much. I finish packing with one minute to spare and I breathlessly join the men who are at my door.
"Punctual, I like it," says the friendly one. I laugh.
"Let's go," the other one says, not angry but simply out of patience.
They flank me and direct me to their van and show me where I sit. They explain that there's a private jet at the closest airport that'll take me to the island, and that the boys will arrive by boat an hour after I get there so I have some time by myself to settle in. I nod, and we begin our hour and a half drive to the airport.

I know it's a totally lame first chapter you guys, but I'm trying. What do you all think of the plot? Yay, nae, maybesay? Comment below! Love you all!