Staged: A BTS Fanfic

2. Jazmin

I blow out of my mouth, trying to get the strand of hair that's been bothering me out of my face and failing successfully. I glance down at my feet, my ankle tightly wrapped as I take in a few deep breaths. Of course, I go and sprain my ankle a week and a half before auditions startup. By now, Annabelle, Yuna, and any other trainees interested in debuting will be practicing their songs and fine-tuning anything they deem unsatisfactory. 

And what was I doing? Slowly wobbling my way into the building. If I couldn't perfect my dance, I could perfect my singing. Singing wasn't my forte, I leave that to Annabelle but where I really shone was dancing. I've been told on multiple occasions by different family members how much I danced when I was a baby but absolutely hated baby ballet when my mom signed me up. I don't remember much from when I was young but I always knew that I was too wild to be confined in the steps of ballet. 

Finally, after half an hour of wobbling, I found an empty room. Luck must have been on my side as it seems that everyone decided to practice their dance today. I leave my things against the wall as I settle myself comfortably in the studio chair. I plug in my phone and find a karaoke version of Sunmi's Gashina. As I wait for the ad to finish up, I look out of the window of the room to see someone staring back at me. 

Pale-faced, shoulder-length black hair and round eyes look back at me with something reminiscent of disdain. Before I could blink, the person disappears into the oncoming wave of trainees going to take a break. I shudder. The look in her eyes... The song starts and all thoughts about the person staring at me disappear as I look at the lyrics and try my best not to mess up any words or miss any beats.

 I've done around ten runs through the song when I hear three resounding knocks. I pause the music as I slowly get up and slowly wobble to the door. Annabelle and Yuna's smiling faces meet mine as they hold up cartons of banana milk, one for each of us. 

"We thought that you might need the break," Annabelle says, smiling as she pushes past me into the room. 

Yuna and I look at each other, shaking our heads at Annabelle as we follow her deeper into the room. Annabelle already had all three cartons open as she scrolls through my phone, putting on a song from somewhere in the second gen. 

"How's practice," Yuna asks as she picks up her milk, the song Hoot by Girl's Generation playing in the background as Annabelle sings along. 

"Fine," I sigh out, "I just wished I could perfect my dance as well."

"You dance beautifully already. You don't need to worry too much. Sooner or later, someone is going to notice how talented you are and will put you in a group sooner than later. You just have to believe in yourself."

I smile at Yuna as I drink my milk and contemplate. Yuna was right, I do need to believe in myself more but this world was a gruesome hell where anything could go wrong. Don't sing good enough, chopping block. Not a good dancer, chopping block. Falling in love and dating someone, gone into oblivion.

Believing in oneself is hard, especially as a foreigner. Yuna is 100% Korean. It makes her more likable in the eyes of the Korean public. Annabelle has appeared in a few music videos and ads, despite being a foreigner like me, the public also loves her. But for me, I've been keeping a low profile. Unlike Yuna who's Korean and Annabelle who speaks Korean pretty much fluently, no one knows who I am. People could hate me for being too short. People could hate me for not being able to speak Korean well. People could hate me for anything that I do.

"You okay," Annabelle asks, stepping in front of me to place her hand on my forehead. "Nope, no fever."

"I'm fine," I say, playfully slapping her hand away from me, "I was just thinking."

Annabelle looks at me questionably before shrugging her shoulders. She puts on another song from around the third generation again before engaging in a conversation with Yuna. 

I smile at both of my friends, contentment filling my heart as I close my eyes. Who needs to think about these things when I have friends who have my back.

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So uh, this wasn't planned but then I wrote it and it happened this way lol. Hope you enjoyed!

Hoot - Girls Generation

Song is Gashina - Sunmi

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