BTS 8th Member Scenarios // [slow updates]

Dance Class

*pre-debut, 2014*

Your very first kpop dance class was today; in a few minutes exactly. Since you were debuting with a boy group, management scheduled you into the boys' class. You'd most likely fit in with their style than the girls' for several reasons-- and be able to avoid too many side-eyes.

As your manager led you down the studio hallway, you managed to glance into the girl's dance studio. Most everyone looked Korean (shocker!) with long hair and delicate, sometimes baby-ish oval faces. The music echoing through the glass window was extra-poppy, extra-bubbly; their sensual hip rolls and petite arms made beautiful shapes in the space. Everything was very safe and pretty; very feminine.

As you reached the end of the hall, your manager turned to face you, patting your back.

"You will do well. You may feel like an outsider because none of the members of your group are present, but everyone is nice here. Don't feel intimidated," he stated.

You nodded and glanced into the studio, hearing a popular American hip-hop song blasting through the speakers. Some male trainees were stretching while others were freestyling to the beat. They seemed to be rehearsing a hard-hitting routine learned before your arrival.

"Put your bag into the side cubbies, and I'll meet you here at Noon. Okay?" My manager said with soft eyes.

"Okay."

You said goodbye and walked into the hot studio, your black converse shuffling along the sidelines of the studio. You avoided a few eyes, marching to the small cubbies to place your bag inside one, along with your water bottle.

You were on the side with the stretchers, happy to be near a more calm group of trainees. This wasn't your first time in a dance class - you took plenty in America - but you weren't at home. You weren't the top of your class here. You'd have to work up the totem pole. Your usual position in front of the mirrors was occupied, so you chose an empty spot on the right side, not too far back so you could still see the instructor.

You begin stretching. A few neck rolls, then arm windmills, then side stretches. As you leaned to the side, your cap fell to the ground landing beside a trainee.

"Oh, sorry!" You nervously chuckled as you watched him pick up your hat.

He handed it to you with the prettiest smile and freckled face. Cutieeeee.

"No worries. Are you a Warriors fan?" The trainee asks. You glance down at your favorite basketball team's logo on the front of your cap before placing it back on your head.

"Yeah," you reply.

"Me too. Are you.. from America?" He asks, fixing his glasses.

"Yeah.." You reply with a shaky voice. You didn't know how foreigners were perceived in trainee world, but you expected the worst.