The exchange//SMUT WARNING

Chapter two - The dance

You walk into a long cold corridor. You have never been in this dance academy before but the temperature worries you as your scared your performance may be altered due to it. You wearing the prescribed tight t-shirt and shorts so the judges can see your every move and not be fooled by loose clothing .

You are stopped at the entrance to the studio by a man who checks you and clips a name tag and ID number to your chest. Number 110101 repeats in your head. You are first up and enter the studio confidently making your way to the marked X on the floor. There are four inspectors. One woman who smiles and three stern men . "Hello, we will start recording you shortly, when we signal please state your name , age , ID number and the name of the first self choreographed piece you will be performing." She smiled. A clerk walking to the huge camera and signaled 5,4,3,2,1 with his hands .

"My name is Yoona, I'm twenty years old, my ID number is 110101 and I will be performing my self choreographed performance to the truth untold , by BTS and Steve Aoki." You smile nervously. The music began to creep in behind you. You had been nervous but the minute the music began you relaxed. Your choreography was the hardest you had created yet, you made sure to add as much personality and charisma to every move. When the music finished you heard the recorded be clicked off. The three men had their mouths slightly ajar and their eyes were wide. The woman smiled in disbelief and said "wow" , they all began scribbling notes . "Ok and your second piece ?" One man said.

"For my second piece I have chosen DNA by Bts and Steve aoki." You felt embarrassed . They must think you really like Steve Aoki.

The recorder started and you danced your best to DNA , mastering the hard dance moves that took you so long to learn. Your chest rose and fell heavily when you were done and you realised you must look awful. You bowed and said "thank you"

The spectators scribbled notes and whispered to each other before one man spoke out. "Ok we have all we need. We will be in contact"

You smiled gently heaving. "T-thank you" you clasped your hands together and bowed lightly . A guard gestures to the door and you left. A smile crept on your face. That was the best you had danced in a long time and you were proud. Nervous girls looked at you questionably but you kept walking . "We'll be in contact" repeated in your head. Do they say that to everyone ? Did it mean you got it? The scholarship was yours?

You sat outside the gate on a cold concrete slab ringing your mother . She didn't ask much just cane and collected you. On the car ride home you told her everything and what the judges said . You smiled and clutches your hands to your heart . "Oh mother what if- what if I get to go to Seoul and train with bighit! I'd meet all the trainees , Bang pd!" Your mother smiled "And bts?"

You knew they existed , but you tried not to be a fan. A part of you desperately wanted to follow them and keep up but you wanted to focus on yourself and your career. "Yessss, but I'm not focusing on that!"

Your mother smiled. She knew.

When you got home you kicked off your shoes and had a warm shower before jumping into your bed and opening your phone . It had been four hours since the audition so you checked Bighits twitter.

"The auditions are over , the tapes are in and the results will be up shortly! Big hit directors will view the tapes but remember there can only be one talented winner !"

You clasped your phone to your heart. You knew there were other talented auditioners too but deep down you felt assured .

You got this.

sorry for short chapter AGAIN*