"Can't you believe it? We were in America just five years ago," my best friend and fellow trainee at Big Hit, Annabelle, says.
"Was it just really five years ago," I question, sitting down on the wood floor of the practice room so I could stretch. For the past 30 minutes, the dance coach made us do some beginner drills but at a faster pace than usual. The drills weren't bad though. It was the pace that always got to me. I just need to get better.
"Yep," Annabelle says, sitting on the floor as well to stretch beside me. "We have been training for five years."
"I can't believe we're 20 now. It only seemed like yesterday when we were 15 and just landing in South Korea."
"I know. I-"
Annabelle was swiftly cut off by someone rushing and plopping down in front of Annabelle and I. Yuna was the only Korean friend Annabelle and I had managed to make within our five years in Korea. Yuna's pin-straight hair was in a ponytail, her already black hair darker due to sweat. Yuna must've been training in the practice room next to this one.
"You guys have to see this," Yuna finally gasps out in Korean after taking a second to catch her breath.
Annabelle and I look at each other, doing the weird telepathy-speaking thing only best friends could do. After contemplating for a second, we both got up and hold our hands out to pull Yuna up as well. Yuna starts talking to Annabelle animatedly as I ponder about what was so important that Yuna needed both of us.
Big Hit hasn't debuted a girl group in forever yet so many were hopeful - I am hopeful. I highly doubt they'll be debuting a girl group now though. Especially since the company has been busy with BTS, the resident boy group, and their biggest moneymaker, comeback.
As we get closer to the community cafeteria and general hangout spot, the excited buzzing of female trainees fills my ears. Was this random announcement this big? I squint my eyes peering through the crowd and noticing the bright neon pink flyer amongst the regular stark white flyers. Annabelle pushes her way to the front, Yuna apologizing in her stead as I follow behind. Being five feet two inches in a large crowd wasn't fun at all.
Dear female trainees of Big Hit Ent,
After much consideration, higher staff members of the company have finally decided to make a seven-member girl group. Auditions are open to all and every female trainee interested in debuting.
Please be prepared with a song to sing and a learned dance routine two weeks from now. Auditions will start on the ninth floor on 10/02/20 at 9 am. If these simple requirements are not met, the staff members are very sorry to say that you will not be able to participate in Auditions Round One.
Best of Luck,
Big Hit Staff
As I scan the last paragraph again, someone bumps into me, hard, propelling me to bump into someone else and fall flat on my butt. Another trainee screams, whether in shock or excitement I didn't know. But these two things mixed cause a rampage, making all the other trainees in the area scream and jump in excitement. I huddle myself into a fetal position, begging for everyone to just stop.
What felt like hours was just three minutes of excited screaming but I have never felt such a need to go and do a self-practice session. Finally getting out of my fetal position, a heavy breath left my lips. This probably took ten minutes out of my practice time today.
Before I could get up, a hand held itself in front of me. I took it, mumbling my thanks as I felt my body ache. 30 minutes of hard practice, no proper stretching, and staying in a fetal position were not the best move to keep my body in top form. If my body still hurts by tomorrow morning, I won't be able to get enough practice for the auditions.
"Tsk tsk, how disrespectful. A senior was helping you and you only mutter your thanks," a voice I'm all too familiar with says, a teasing lilt to his voice.
I snag my hand away as if holding his hand burnt me. In a metaphorical sense, it did. "Thank you so much, my lovely senior," I reply sarcastically. This okay day was starting to become mediocre with his mere presence in front of me.
A satisfied glint shines in V's eyes as he stares down at me. Ever since the day we first met, he placed a target on me, only annoying me and not anyone else. We're not close by any means, we don't see each other often, yet he always finds a way to annoy me relentlessly.
"Awe, don't be like that Jazz Jazz," he says, a smile tugging at his already smiling lips.
"I swear on my life, do not call me Jazz Jazz."
"Jazmin? We still have practice to get to. Let's go," Annabelle suddenly says, her Korean on point, as she pulls me along with her. She sends a quick glare toward V as he shrugs it off with a lazy grin, waving comedically at Annabelle and me before heading in the opposite direction.
"If he wasn't so popular, I would've gotten him by now," I grumble out as Annabelle drags me away.
"Don't be too bothered. He must have a good reason as to why he still bothers you to this day."
Annabelle's words only comforted me a little though. Although he hasn't been bothering me as much as he used to, V was still quite annoying.
And nothing will ever change my opinion. Not even if we, by some crazy chance, have to be together for the public's attention.
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Chapter edited a third time because of my perfectionist state and honestly, I'm happy with this edit. Small things but I feel like the story flows better this time and hopefully, by the time I'm done editing the book, there'll be fewer plotholes.
Song is XX by Loona
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Fanfiction~ rewriting ~ As a 20-year-old, Jazmin, with her best friend Annabelle, has spent the last five years training in hopes of becoming a star adored by the world. And now with her dreams within her grasp, Jazmin thinks she's ready for the brutal world...
