A Rising Star ~A BTS Story~

0. (Prologue) Jangmi

I remember all the stories hal-abeoji used to tell me when I was little. Tales of great adventures with princes and princesses, cowboys, robbers, and superstars. It always brightened even my saddest days. Every night right before I went to bed we would curl up on the couch and the journeys would begin.

My parents never really wanted to fill my head with such an overbearing imagination, they felt it would hurt me in the future. But on nights when they were to tired to hear the stories of my grandfather he would tell me about my grandmother. How they met in high school and how she had dreamed of becoming a singer. How she worked tirelessly to achieve the dreams of her youth and became one of the most popular singer in Seoul, Norami, with adoring fans and hundreds of hits. He would talk about being with her every step of the way and how the eventually got married. But even with a husband and eventually a son, being my dad, she was still doing shows and performing. Around this time hal-abeoji had such a sad tone recalling the memories that I would end up crying. Of course, he would chuckle at my naive tears and tell me that she was just doing what she loved, all the way to her last breath.

It was these stories from long ago that gave me the dreams and desires to become and idol. And with every working bone in my body I knew that one day my dreams would come true. That is until reality came crashing down life a supersonic boom and knocked me from my delusions. The "boom" being my parents to be exact. Even at a young age they would dismiss my goals as merely childish fantasies. Eomma, told me that I could never make an honest living off of singing and that I should be more practical. Appa argued that music only ever ruined our family and that nothing good would come from it. However nothing would stop me from achieving my goal, not Appa, Eomma, or Myself. I would become a Kpop Idol.