A new girl group is kept secret under bighit entertainment. Not even bts know about his girl group. When bang PD dies suga buys the company and finds out big hits secret weapon ,and even more he finds love.
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Y/N POV I awoke with a pounding headache and aching bones. Stretching out, I heard the unmistakable sound of cracking joints in the process whilst taking a look around the room. I was sat in an overly large bed which could easily fit all of Pink Magic members on it soft surface. The covers were lavish white, whilst the room had cream walls; there was a black TV in front of me.
Confusion filled my mind, only adding to the throbbing headache. I slipped out of bed and touch the soft, beige carpet below my feet. Walking through to the bathroom, finding a massive shower and an elegant sink, the interior obviously expensive.
I looked at my reflection, seeing someone had changed my clothes. I was in a white nightgown which ended just below my thigh. I felt terrified, and violated. Someone had changed me whilst I was asleep? Seen my body without my consent? Confused and scared, I ran to the bedroom to get some clothes and get out of there as fast as I could. During my great rush, I saw the neatly folded clothes on the toilet seat.
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It's like someone knew my time table. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand to find it was 12:04 pm. Shit, I was late for dance class. Without many more internal questions, I changed and left.
I walked into the lobby of wherever I was, to be met with fancy looking furniture and marble statues. Clearly, the person who had put me here had plenty to spare, not caring how much money weighed down their pockets. I walked up to the front desk where a girl with ginger hair stood. Her bright locks were dragged back into a tired ponytail, and she wore working attire. "Excuse me, miss, I don't know how I got -" I started, only to be met with a rude hush.
"Shhh". Hoping she would realise her impoliteness, I attempted to gain her attention a second time.
"But I'm already la-".
"Shhhh". Again, the same rude tone. However, I knew that bursting into frustrated rage would do me no good. One more attempt wouldn't hurt.
"Please, Miss, if you could just help-".
"God! I said shush!" She bursts out, looking at me with anger in her fiery green eyes.
It's only until she notices my face does her attitude change.
"Oh, ma'am, I am s-so sorry. I didn't mean it, please forgive me. How can I help you?"
Was it the fact I was a customer that scared her.
"Umm, yeah. Hi, I seem to have got here last night and I don't remember how. Can I see who booked me in," I question.
"Umm, w-well, we can't really release pri-vate In-nformation," she stutters.
"But, I need to know who got me here." I press.
"We c-an't say. S-sorry." And with that, she scurried off to the back office.
Confused yet again, I turned around and made my way to BigHit headquarters.
I was waiting at the bus stop, leaning on the blue seats when I felt someone stand next to me. I didn't bother to look and just waited for my bus, patiently as the time ticked on unknowingly. After what I believe to be ten minutes, the vehicle arrived, and I was soon followed by the mysterious presence.
