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Ch6: I want to hold, your hand holding the blue flower

Not sure if I like this chapter much...but I finished it and liked the end more, sooooo.

CHAPTER 7 I'M COMING AFTER YOUUU!!

This chapter is not too bad, nothing angsty or anything....

...maybe.

So enjoy~!

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Her first day of training was...

Training was eventful? If Choheun could say? So many weird things had happened in just a day.

After her first weird but somehow okay breakfast (in her personal opinion, because she still hated how she nearly would've broken down in front of the group of people she looked up to) with the boys, Choheun asking if she could help with the dishes but Jimin and Seokjin brushed her off saying they could handle it, they all changed quickly and head off to the building where they meet Hyojee half way there who was currently waving her arm in the air like a crazy woman.

Half of the boys were staring at the stylist weirdly, and then they all stared some more as Choheun flushed red when Hyojee practically skipped to her like a joyous kid and wrapped an arm around the teen's shoulder, eliciting a confused squeak from the girl. But the woman only smiled and continued to lead the walk while keeping Choheun on her side and excitedly talk her ear off (Jimin was unknowingly staring at the woman's arms, at how the girl was so comfortable around the stylist).

There were more things that had happened at that moment, but Choheun really didn't want to elaborate since Hyojee was mostly involved with everything that occurred (Hyojee unashamedly called Choheun 'honeybee' in front of everyone, Jimin was cooing how cute that was and Choheun blushed, Hoseok and Seokjin proceeding to say 'cute' with smiles causing her to blush even more, Yoongi was still eyeing her with the same look she had felt and seen from yesterday and breakfast, Namjoon found the nickname quite endearing, Taehyung was like Jimin, and Jeongguk kept his mouth shut but he found it cute, too).

Seriously, what's running in that woman's mind? One moment she was a complete badass when approaching them then promptly turned into a high school gossiper the moment she stood near Choheun.

So far, Choheun thought it was safe to say that it was the strangest morning for her. Don't even get her started with the staff and employees buzzing around. They weren't rude or anything, they were just...so nice. They waved and greeted the boys and the stylist, but they also greeted her. HER. They greeted Choheun.

Definitely strange.

When she parted with the group with a simple meek wave and a shy smile that widened just a bit when it was Jimin (she didn't notice his reluctance to leave and stayed to watch her back until her silhouette was gone), skittering away with Hyojee, that's when everything started.

The moment she entered the dance studio room cleared out for her, Hyojee introduced the girl to the two people who're going to train her until she debuted. Her dance trainer was BTS' main dance coach and choreographer, Son Sungdeuk, and her vocal trainer was Yun Saego, formerly Jeongguk's vocal trainer before moving on as their personal vocal coach.

Before she Choheun was going to explain more of her training, she wanted to think about the two adults.

Staring with Son Sungdeuk-nim, he was...um...nice?

Well, when she started refreshing and listened to the man, he was strict. Like, very much so. His words were not harsh, just mentioning the obvious mistakes she might've slipped, but still lowered and firm, gentle. Which confused Choheun why he was not too harsh with her because she had heard he was a little rough to the boys (she had flinched with every criticism, briefly lost in her thoughts to improve and do better, and didn't notice the realization flashing in Sungdeuk's eyes when it continued on for an hour). He watched out for any mistakes and helped and corrected her when he asked her to dance a choreo she knew, a full one. She had timidly said she knew how to dance 'Run', a song he had made a dance for, and so Sungdeuk played the song and didn't pay attention to anything else other than the music and her body moving along with the beat, so lost in the music once again.