I'm an Idol???

How it started

Your POV

It all began as a normal day, nothing out the ordinary and poof! I was an idol!

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Well, it wasn't exactly that quick. 

I woke up for the thing called hell or also known as school. I got dressed in jeans and a gray shirt but wore a hoodie, why wouldn't I? It's still the hoodie season. 

I dragged my feet, grunting with each step down the stairs. My back hunched, blinking relentlessly. Binge-watching 'Kpop memes that cured my depression' until 3 am wasn't the brightest idea. Eh—I'm not the one with the sharpest ideas anyway. 

"Honey, you look terrible!" My mother exclaimed, cupping her palms over my knuckles. "You need more rest!" She continues, placing her tender hand on my cheek. 

"It was because she watching Jungcock!" My brother chimed, snorting at his 'joke'. 

"That's not his name!" I protest, earning a snicker from him.

"Oh, wait not Jungcock? I bet it was Ching Chong!" He grinned widely, knowing full well it was ticking me off. 

"Stop being so racist! God, why is it so bad to like Kpop!" I snap, jerking from my mother's grasp. Stomping away from her, I overheard her dejected sigh. 

"Y/n," She grumbled unhappily, trailing behind me. "Just ignore your brother. His words are just words." She comforted, stroking my back. 

"They are words but those make comments and his comments are racist." I fought, resting on a stool. 

"Yes, but I can't control the words he uses, or how he puts them into sentences." She replied wordily, glancing up to him on the stairs. 

"But you can control the words I use and how I put them?" She scowled at me, setting a plate of food in front of me. "I'm just saying," I defend, twirling my fork above my food.

"Well, stop 'saying' and eat your food." And of course, she's irritated with me.  

I eat, pack my bag and head out the door. I just need to get away from them sometimes. It stings, it does. To see, something like kpop which is filled with passion to be recluded so harshly. I don't get it and I don't think I ever will. I don't need to understand what the lyrics, I can feel the level of emotion through their voice, languages aren't a thing when it comes to emotion. 

I push my earbud in my ear, not wanting to hear the outside. I stare at the ground and hum to beat. 'Lo Siento' by Super Junior pounded in my ears. 

I earned glances while walking, something I'm used to. A reason why I gaze at the ground and look depressed. 

I arrive at school, seeing Bella. A 'friend' of mine or someone who merely follows me around. She's nice but hangs out with me because her group will leave her out. Bella does try to understand kpop but. . . it ends badly.

"Y/n!" She greeted noisily, bringing more attention than needed. "I watched the video with Bacon!" Bella beamed radiantly, sprinting to my side.

"That wasn't Baekhyun, it was Kai—Nevermind," I mutter, walking past her. 

"Really? I didn't notice, they all look the same." She stated casually. I roll my eyes, the same comment every time. I don't point out that almost every guy every has the same haircut or that they have the personality, do I? 

"And you have the same look as the other girls, your point?" I reply bitterly. 

"Gosh, you don't have to be so hostile!" Bella whined, fording her arms.