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Stage 8

Chapter Nine: Stage 8

Btw it's 2014 now.

You smiled at them behind the camera. You tried your hardest not to make too much sounds that may interrupt them from their film of Bangtan Bomb. You didn't want to give the editors any more troublesome work of blurring out your face because the media isn't suppose to notice you after all.

The boys were filming another episode of Rookie King and you couldn't help but laugh like a dying walrus whenever Yoongi got chosen again and again.

You glance at them once again before walking out of the room for your next dance lesson.

The boys have already had their debut stage. Jungkook had taken over your rap part in the album while you were watching them from the sidelines, silently cheering on them the whole time they were on stage.

You smiled at the memory of them continuously refreshing the YouTube page when No More Dream MV was uploaded. Since they didn't have enough extras, you were in there as well and so were the rest of the videos that they have released.

You couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of jealousy. You and Kookie were twins, yet he was so talented, so accepted and loved. You guys grew up and look the same. So identical.

So why was it so different?

You entered the room and ignored the glare that Manager Ken was giving you.

Yes, Manager Ken had been placed as your trainee manager.

Bang Pd-nim had been informed on what had happened that day. Manager Ken did get his punishment by being demoted into a lower position of manager assistant and lesser salary. However, he couldn't be fired because he somehow has connections, to who? Bang Pd-nim never said so.

Wasn't life fun? Only being demoted despite hurting others yet endless hours of hard work wasn't a promotion either.

Although Manager Ken had toned down any physical touch, his verbal use of words had dramatically increase. You sometimes wonder why he entered this business anyway.

But it didn't matter because you learned to ignore his existence.

"Ok, Y/N let's see how much you remember from yesterday's choreography." you heard your instructor say.

You nodded and he started the music.

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You finally got home after your boxing lessons. You had somehow managed to convince Bang Pd-nim to take other lessons even though your schedule was already packed full with rap, dancing, model, language, acting and music classes.

Why? Well, you figured you needed a stress relief activity somehow. Besides, you were protecting yourself from Manager Ken as well. 

You barely had any break or time to sleep. When you had finished your classes, you would spend extra hours dancing and improving your rapping techniques. Back at the dorm you would stay up all night writing and memorising various lyrics.

You barely got time to see the boys anymore.

Although you all live under one roof, you had to wake up way earlier in the morning at 5am, and by the time you came home, it would be passed midnight.

You wouldn't dare wake up the boys because you knew that they had a tiring day as well.

Because you had read all the mean and horrible comments that were written by people who have a special place deep inside the endless dark void filled with nightmares.

You closed the grabbed a towel and dried yourself once you finished showering. The bathroom was rather small so they couldn't install a bathtub. Plus, when the boys came home at the same time they would use up all the hot water, leaving you with the cold water despite coming back so late because they all take long ass showers like what were they doing in there?

It didn't bother you anymore though because you got used to the cold. Despite the small space, the bathroom had a body length mirror. You always try to not look at it because you felt uncomfortable looking at your naked self.

Especially when it was just so ugly.

However this time, your towel had slip just a bit while putting your night's lotion on.

You couldn't help but let out a small smile as you quickly changed and left the room.

It wasn't that ugly anymore.

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"I WANT CHEROS" You yelled out in the dance room to yourself. There was no one there but you.

The music was still blasting through the speakers with the playlist being the songs that you had to dance too. You already knew all the lyrics to each song considering how the 20 songs were being played over and over again since your training.

You were so sick of listening to Uptown Funk again and again.

You laid down on the floor with a starfish position and stared at the ceiling. The same ceiling you have been looking at since you arrived in Seoul.

A year have passed since the boys have debut. You could see them growing stronger each day despite all the negative comments. They loved their fandom so much and each other as well.

It has been so long with 7 members, did you really have the right to just join them? Just because you were Kookie's twin?

You were so sure you improved as well. You were sure you made so much improvement since last year. Even your teachers have praised you on succeeding so fast.

Your language teacher had said you were almost fluent in both English and Japanese like RM.

Your dance instructor had praised with compliments when you had perfected numerios of songs. That you were almost as good as Jimin.

Your rap and music tutors had applauded you for some of the songs and melody you written. That it had a different yet delightful taste than Suga's.

You thought you were pretty decent towards posing and acting as well, not as perfect as Jin's or V's but you thought it was acceptable.

*Squeak*

You immediately sat up and turned your head once you heard the door open because no one was supposed to be here.

Bang Pd-nim walked towards you with a smile. He sat crossed legged beside you on the dance floor.

"What are you doing here Bang Pd-nim?" You asked.

He handed you a black notebook.

"What is this?" You took it from him and flipped open the pages.

"Your debut planner."