It was a rather nice sunny day at a high school centered in Seoul. In the hallway of said high school walked a particular guy, Min shaye, who just got someones lunch dumped on his head. Apparently because he had made some girlfriend cheat, she had told the boyfriend that she wanted to break up with him and since shaye was known among most girls at the school for his pretty looking face, he got the blame.
He casually walked down the hallway with bits and pieces of food on his head,face,neck and uniform. He also got laughed at every five minutes, fun.
Luckily there weren't too many people who were there to see and fun of him because of the school competition, everyone was busy.
Apparently only the 3 years were in the competition, easily because of the difficulties of picking the new member due to age and such, the principal had made the three classes take a week to prepare and practice for the competition.
Nobody had asked Shaye to group with him or if he wanted help, as expected. So he had to do all the work himself with only google to help him. Learn the choreography, learn the lyrics, learn to sing to music while dancing, learn to use facial expression while doing dance, dancing in cool clothes which was a pain because they got stuck to each other with the turning.
After a while he was probably the only person actually doing his work descently. Because he wasn't rich like the other students, they were and payed for dance teachers, vocal tutors and all the other stuff.
After a while came the actuall competition day, witch Shaye was walking to with a meal on his head.
He was probably the only happy person walking there because he learned that everyone had to shower and get fixed up, that had the school paid for because they wanted to make it look like a real concert to impress BTS.
He still had bruises and red marks on his neck but he hoped that the staff could cover it while not asking too many questions. His father was absolutely pissed about the competition but let Shaye do it because he didn't want to have his disgraced son with bad grades, that could turn into less money when he graduated which could mean the father had to get a job, he didn't want that so he let Shaye do it.
He finally made it to the gym and saw a insanely big crowd outside. All the students who were in the competition had gotten a note, kind of a ticket in since the fans could become a problem. Shaye pulled out the note from his pocket and skimmed it over.
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BTS competition
'Join us!'
Name: Min Shaye
Class: 3-B
Group: Solo performance
Stylist: Jung Taewong
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He pushed himself into the group of people and successfully got to the door where two huge security guards were standing. He nervously poked one of the guys shoulder. The guy looked at him with a scowl, he immediately pushed the paper onto the security guard and kept his head down. The guy put his hand on Shaye's shoulder,apologized and gave him the note back with a smile. Shaye was surprised but took the note back with a 'thank you' and a shy smile.
He got into the building and walked over to the hallway that had the sign 'styling' over it. He looked at all the doors until he finally found the one that said 'Jung Taewong'. He sighed nervously and softly knocked on the door. He heard ruffles and whispers until the door opened reviling Park Chawong, a female top student and a person who bullied him last year but gave up because he didn't fight back.
She had slightly ruffled hair and smudged lipstick and she looked sexually wrecked which made Shaye extremely uncomfortable, was the stylist a sexual person? Would they not care about gender and flirt with him? It had happened before. Chawong gave him a cocky smirk and sassily walked away, purposely swaying her hips, trying to turn him on. Of course he didn't see it that way and just slightly knocked on the door.
A man, probably in his twenties opened up the door. Parted Black hair with blue streaks, leather jacket, black ripped jeans, white t-shirt with a silver necklace on the front. Shaye couldn't deny, he was extremely attractive and good looking as in he looked like a kpop idol. He opened the door more and let Shaye in. "So, who are you?" Without answering Shaye nervously gave him the note/ticket and he read it quickly.
"Min Shaye, huh? More like Noodle head, you need a shower." He said with a disgusted look and pealed a noodle out of my hair and threw it in the trash. He pointed towards a white door that said 'bathroom'.
"You go shower, I'll go find you something to wear. Put the dirty clothes in the bin, I'll wash the food away while you preform. Oh and there's a robe for you to wear, a pair of boxers and soap on the shelf." He said with a smile, which Shaye nervously returned together with a 'thank you'.
After washing out all the food and sauce I got out and dryed my hair with a towel and put on the boxers and the robe. I opened the door to find the guy sitting on a chair, playing with his phone. He didn't seem to notice that I came in so I coughed akwardly. He looked up and smiled and gestured for me to sit down.
" Let's get you some fans, hot stuff."
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