#PLEDIS/BIGHIT LET HIS ARMS SEE THE LIGHT

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(I've decided to send all of our replies in one here for an overview so far! The rest of our rp is going through asks!)

Finding the same nine people you were joking around during the day, carrying weaponry and dealing with drugs in a dimly lit alley way was more than a shock to your system. The first to acknowledge your presence was Hyerin, and holy hell did her expression carry a complete 180' from how she looked that morning. Was this really the same person? "Elise, what are you doing snooping around? The night is a dangerous place."

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"I was about to go home actually", I answered her while holding my grocery bag slightly tighter in my hands at the scene in front of me. "What did you do to those people?", I asked the whole as my body language showed tensed up shoulders, ragged breath, pupils widened and having an even more paled up face than usually. The scene in front of me could be out of a crime scene. Bodies on the ground and only the guys I've called my so called friends standing in the middle of it.

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All she did was look at Hongjoong, who immediately caught onto what she was thinking about and ordered the others to get back in the group car. Joining his right-hand, Hongjoong rolled his eyes, "None of your business, unless you'd rather get scarred."

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"Alright. I've never seen anything", I asked him as I morphed my face completely blank despite my stiff posture before looking behind me briefly and then making my way, passing the car while only shaking my head in dissappointment at Hyerin.

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They had no other business that night, and returned to the car before Seonghwa drove back to the cafe. Sighing as they all walked inside, Yunho  needed very little incentive to gather intel on you; you had found them out - in a way - after all.

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"I'm home", I called out and walking inside my house to sort my groceries inside the fridge. I didn't hear anything besides the Amazon Echo greeting me back. Walking inside the living room to turn the lights on, with a beer glass in my hand I then went ahead to recall the memories of what happened a few hours ago. The bodies on the ground, Hyerin and the others being completely different from how I know them and knowing now that they're somehow involved in something criminal, I've decided to stay away from them as good as possible.

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Finding your location, then everything else about you was easy. Yunho scoffed as he made his way through your systems, who actually kept Echoes? Especially when they're such easy targets. Yeosang couldn't have agreed more as he rerouted through the smart devices in your home, the data falling in his lap like candy. Meanwhile, Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Hyerin were in the leader's office discussing what they would do with you. Leave you and possibly risk having you reveal them to the police, or keep you under watch.

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"And... another night alone with no friends to help me finish my food from yesterday", I sighed softly to myself as I looked at the time and walking upstairs to the attic. I opened the door to reveal hundreds rolls of paintings I've been doing in the past. When you walk upstairs, you can smell the plastic mixed in with a white substance called C17H21NO4 or for the Day to Day person between us, Cocaine. I use that particular powder in my paintings, hidden in the pigments and the paper that can be used to smoke it as a cigarette or joint. I've had some encounters indirectly with the dealers from BigHit and Pledis but had managed to keep my name clean up until now. I've started early with selling it in the black market as dupes for certain museums. The actual thieves swapped them out with mine and I can still see one of the not caught paintings in the next Art museum. Nobody has to know that unless they start to actually burn the paintings that most of these are priceless. I always have them in big jars that are labeled as Sugar and Flour, one being more intense than the other but the results are mostly the same.

The thing is, I started at the age of 15. I was stupid and unknowingly sold them online to finance my living expenses for some pocket money after my escape from the organization. Then I found out about it through an unknown source that works for those people and...here I am. Not even Hyerin knows about it, because I always lock the attic and most people wouldn't be assuming that there are illegal drug paintings in there in the first place anyways. She never seemed to be interested in it and asked me questions.

Here I am, making sure that my newest painting gets sold online as the address is always changing in alphabetical order. It can't be the same route as it's another drug dealers territory and he's a scary bulky man that I ALMOST broke his nose when we were talking the first time I've put it in there. I got away with a few bruises anyways, no big deal.

A few days since then passed after the encounter that they're in the mafia and I kept my distance with each member of Hyerins friend group. I went the other way when I heard familiar steps, excuse myself from attending classes and turning in my assignments online, and I ignored Hyerins texts and calls as good as I can. But...the Mafia people are persistent more than the scam callers or mild inconveniences on the street to make you donate to a charity.

I heard my bell ring one night on a Saturday, while I was finishing my painting for the night. I kept the door to my attic open and walking downstairs with my mask on before opening up. Well, it wasn't for sure the neighbors that got my packages or the delivery guy I've been waiting on for 20 minutes. It's them. And I immediately tried to close the door shut.

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A week's worth of research, intelligence gathering and hacking on part of Yunho and Yeosang had paid off. And they weren't in the mood to be patient. In silent agreement, Seonghwa and Mingi kicked the door down together, the group walking in with a beyond intimidating presence. "Gather everything of value, I want to see this place ransacked, understand?" Hongjoong ordered, no room in his tone for debate. Hyerin seemed to have taken an interest in the jars, and began to walk towards you, "Interested in the world of narcotics, are we? How fascinating." Her words weren't scary on their own, but with a handgun in her hand and the more than evident danger she carried with her, Hyerin could induce a nightmarish fear in even the most hardened individuals.

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"Do whatever you want, but if you want to take something... you have to pay for it first", I began saying and being to list all of the prices at each item they're holding, "You". I pointed at Mingi first who's holding my lamp, "I got it from Ikea for 25,99€ plus the light switch. You". I pointed to Hyerin as she's taking an interest in my jars of cocaine, "That includes highly concentrated cocaine and because it's opened it's going to be released in the air around us that will get us addicted. It's also 3000€ worth per kilograms. You." I then pointed at Yunho and Yeosang, "Individual paintings are worth 5000€ each, customized fakes are 10.000€ and up worth. The the ones you're holding are for my customers that pay lots of it and if you want to snatch it it's 40 Million€ worth. You". I pointed at San and Wooyoung carrying out my pigments, "I made these myself and they're mixed with the cocaine. I would say 500.000 in total and You."  I pointed at Hongjoong and Seonghwa that is taking a sit on my couch, "390€ and 5.99€ each of the pillows. And lastly, you." I looked over Jongho with a tired sigh, "Please don't raid my fridge...". I sighed softly before doing the math in my head, "That'll be 4.518.421,98€, please. I take checks too". And despite being terrified of every member of the Mafia people, I managed to sit down on the couch to cross my arms over my chest. Until I got a gun against my temple, which made me raise an eyebrow. My forehead started to sweat, my hands got clammy and my throat dried up immensely but I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "What are you going to do with me once you took everything out of my house and killed me? I mean, I didn't tell anyone about your hidden secret,Hyerin. I've lived my life in peace and didn't meddle in on your business. Don't you think that I deserve a different death than a gun against my head?", I began to speak slowly and looking at her direction with a small smile despite her glaring that already killed me, "I want to be killed in a different way, not like that"

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Maybe the three eldest of Ateez had a twisted sense of mercy, or maybe they were interested, but once Hongjoong had processed how much money you could possibly bring in, he was at Herin's side, whispering in her ear. With an amused smirk, Hyerin put the gun back in the holster and chuckled, "Since my friend here is so~ interested in your works, Hongjoong thinks I should let you go." Her laugh was dangerous, as she called for the the others to bring the artworks to the van. Walking to you, Hongjoong crossed his arms, "You'll make us quite a bit of profit, you'll be pretty useful with us. " He remarked, voice twinged with interest. How much could you make them? Well, that was for them to find out. And it would cost you absolute loyalty to the mafia, and Seonghwa was still unsure whether you'd be a good fit.

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"I choose death please", I replied blankly and sighing softly as I immediately shake my head at their direction and pointing at Hyerins gun, "Please shoot me, or roll me over with your car or burn me alive. Anything to satisfy your twisted fake conceptions of sadism."

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A dark, slightly seductive (well, to the others, with you, who knew?) chuckle fell from the other female in the room, as she ran her tongue over her lips. Fuck, that was hot. Sadism? That would her be middle name. "Oh, oh~ I haven't been in the Crimson ward in so long~ maybe I should give our little friend here a personal tour?" She taunted, flicking your chin with the tip of her nails. "I agree with Hongjoong, let's take this one with us."

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"Careful, I bite", I played along with with her and holding her cheek gently to kiss her forehead lightly, "But I would rather go ahead and begin suicide than leaving my house in the middle of the night. I can't leave physically this place, unless you want me to paint ugly paintings that aren't worth lots of money? I wonder what would happen if I just killed myself now?"

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Okay, you were a brave one. Amused, Hyerin pulled you to your feet by you collar and whispered, her breath fanning your neck, "From now on, your life is in my hands, understand that? And don't you worry about the quality, you'll have a much better studio for your art." She saw something in you, and she wanted to harness that. The other members had long since emptied the apartment of your artworks, and they were in the van. They'd definitely sell to the highest bidder, and my God there were crooked curators who'd kill to get hands on your art.

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"Let me say goodbye before I go", I requested to her and gently taking her hands off my collar to take a few steps back. "Would you be kind and wait outside? I won't take long", I added with a small smile that seemed almost too forced but I refused to cry infront of anyone

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"Very well. Make it quick, and don't you dare think about running." Hyerin replied simply, her arms folded at her chest. Reading emotions was no effort, and it was clear you had no intention of streaking your face with tears in their presence. Walking by the door, she gave you one last look before she stepped outside, silently ordering the soldiers in the other cars to surround the building. Trying to flee wouldn't be a good idea, nor would breaking the miniscule amount of trust Hyerin had granted you.

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Walking to my room that I usually put in my clothes in my luggage, I somehow played it off with no suspicion whatsoever for now. Taking out a piece of paper to then start writing a note to people who are going to be searching for me, at least I hoped that someone would care about me in my friend group. I sighed softly as I kept it short and simple to write down a simple note of me being taken away to a remote place for awhile. Wiping my tears away from my eyes as I hide the note in between the broken cracks of the house, I walked out of my room to do a last room tour to then join the group again. "My luggage, here's also my ID... I don't think I need it anymore from now on", I mumbled and avoiding their eyes as good as I can while handing my belongings to them. Walking over to the trunk, I willingly climb in to avoid talking to anyone as good as possible.

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By the  time you stepped inside the trunk, the others had all piled in and were more than just a little impatient to get back. Taking the wheel, Seonghwa pressed his foot on the gas and soon you found yourself on the way back to the...cafe? The Twilight Cafe was probably the most innocent looking cafe on the street, and that's where they were returning to?

What?

Parking round the back, the members all filed out, entering the cafe and taking a seat. The three eldest remained, ordering the soldiers to bring your belongings into the main part of the building, and Hongjoong pulled you out of the trunk, a bored stare in his eyes.

"You'll be escorted to the living quarters. Don't cause any trouble; I'm not looking to get my gun out right now."

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"Yes, Sir", I replied in a small whisper, following the people inside while keeping a straight face. I couldn't even hide my stiff posture, how I'm holding my hands behind my back as if I'm a prisoner and the bloodied underlip that I've bit on the whole time. It didn't help my situation at this point on how my stomach started to rumble loudly during the ride and how nauseated I'm feeling due to motion sickness.

I didn't look around the cafe at all, too scared to anger even more people and knowing that I'm not going to get my freedom back at all is the worst thing that could be happening to a human being. I know that I'm fucked at this point. Sometimes I wished to be not able to draw or paint, maybe then I'd be a normal person with a bright future.

'I want this nightmare to end already... please help me', I thought to myself almost desperately and started to pray in my head already. I'm thinking of ending my life at this point, ending the pain and start somewhere new. I think it's out of question right now and the pressure only pumped up my adrenaline rush in my system. My survival instincts are tingling and my heart beats even louder than a hammer against a wall.

The steps stopped ultimately, and I snapped out of my trance. It's a small room, enough to sleep in and change your clothes. Plus an attached bathroom, that didn't have security cameras. I'm slightly thankful for it at least, they give me the privacy to an extent. I didn't think much of what happened afterwards, nodding along the order for tomorrow and I was finally alone. Alone as I can get, at least.

So I quickly walked inside the bathroom to get everything out of my system and let my guard down. I cried in silence, hugging my knees and hiding behind my hands to muffle out my sobs. "I want to...go home", I whispered gently to myself and swallowing thickly, my body started to shake violently due to the pressure. I'm currently having a panic attack and I couldn't control it entirely. For some reason, I managed to pass out on the bed, shaking violently to the core and desperately trying to stay conscious to not cause even more problems.

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Once you had been escorted from the initial cafe space, Hyerin immediately got up, getting her phone to discuss the latest findings with the financial heads at KQ -one of which she was a deputy to. There was much to discuss. And she'd definitely have to work overnight to draft up a reasonable report to KQ.

Among all the staff that walked around the complex, one stood out. Younger than Ateez's youngest, a high rank that almost rivalled Ateez themselves. With a tablet in hand, she walked through the dorms until she arrived at your rooms, a mutter of 'this wasn't used before...' coming from her.

She entered your room, making no announcement that she was entering. Maybe she had received similar training to the mafia members themselves, because her presence was palpable in the air. She tsked when she saw your condition, placing her tablet on the windowsill and walked over to you.

"Come to your senses, you've been brought here and you need to hurry up and accept it. Now what's you name? I have to provide KQ with accurate reports."

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"Elise Liddell, Ma'am. I would appreciate it if I could use this night to eventually finish my mental break down until tomorrow morning", I answered her as quickly as possible, almost making it sound that I've rapped and my still shaking body leaning towards the cold wall. Wiping my tears away from my eyes, I avoided her gaze despite listening to her instructions intensely. "I'm just an ordinary artist, my paintings aren't real to be original.", I continued further, then quieting down as I don't want to spill out more information about myself and why I'm even doing my current profession as follows. 'Over my dead body, I'll be free in no time, even if I have to plot against them somehow', I thought, straightening my posture and eventually looking at the person nearby the windowsill. "What am I supposed to do tomorrow morning? I have to go to college and I don't want to be raising suspicion over my disappearence that soon", I asked her, coughing slightly as the crying made me thirsty, yet knowing that those bastards are going to love it to see me dying of dehydration soon.

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The girl almost laughed. Almost. Scoffing, she tilted her head and gave you an overly sweet smile. But her eyes held something much, much more dangerous. "I'm not going to stop your precious little mental breakdown, go right ahead~."

The very idea that Ateez had someone as young as the girl in front of you working with them definitely seemed off.  Shouldn't she at least be in school? Reaching for her tablet, she was quiet for a moment before meeting your eyes.

"Ateez will take care of that. If you require something to drink I will put in a notice for the staff to provide a water dispenser."

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"The absence of me entering college should be because I got either pregnant and have to leave due to my VISA or because I'm going back to Germany to fulfill one of the courses there. Any other reason isn't acceptable at all", I sighed softly and nodding slowly at the water dispenser for my casual use. "Anything else that I need to know?"

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All she did was roll her eyes. It wasn't her problem, neither did she care. Whatever excuse they came up with would have to be the one you accepted. "You're not to enter Hongjoong, Seonghwa or Hyerin's office without letting either them or myself know beforehand." About to continue, her focus is drawn to someone calling her name.

"Minnie, you're needed in Seonghwa's office."

"Okay Kai, I'll be there."

At least you knew her name. Leaving the room and shutting the door behind her, you were left to your own devices, and thoughts, again.

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'If she's going to tell them what excuse they should use in order to get me out of there, they also don't know who I'm close in contact too.', I thought to myself, drinking the water that Kai brought earlier to then walk to the bathroom and using some of the time to clean myself up as good as possible. The room had my luggage inside and instead of hyperventilating the whole time, I looked straight at the camera to flip off with my perfectly long nails to the person who watches me now. The ordering process of my stuff, made me calm down just a little bit, despite the shaky hands and the low blood pressure I'm feeling on my body the whole time. I sighed softly to myself, taking out my Notebook to write down the first informations about today.

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Holy shit I forgot how long our responses were. Also I am practically gonna include eveny group I stan in this plot.

The rest of the complex was active, like a city that never slept. Throughout the night, footsteps rang through the building, staff - and some of Ateez themselves - working the night shift, keeping all operations stable. One location in particular that was lit up like daylight was the camera and intel rooms, where Yunho was asleep on a bed in the back, while Yeosang watched the moniters with his team, rolling his eyes as he checked the camera in your room. Thank God he’d only have to keep that camera installed for another few weeks. Watching new arrivals for their three month probation period was a pain, and more often than not he left the task to some unsuspecting staff. And that’s exactly what he did.

“Hey, Yang Jungwon, watch our new arrival, I need a smoke break.”

“Y-Yes Sir!”

[the-sevensins]

Starry Eyed; Chapter 1/Min Yoongi

Summary: Y/L/N Y/N is progressing through her final year of college. As part of her final grade and work placement grade her college offer a paid internship at a record label of their choice. When Y/N works here shes met with the harsh world of the music industry, hate, friendship, money and love. What will fate plan out for our starry eyed student?

Hey guys! This story has no exact number of chapters in mind. I know how this will end up to be but as of right now it’s just going with the flow. Requests are open. 

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Cursing                                                                       

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader                                                              

Type of AU: College!Reader, Producer/Artist!Yoongi

Word Count: Approx. 2758

MASTERLIST

Just for reference the song that Y/N performed is Navajo by Masego and the song that Nari sang was Erykah Badu’s remix of Hotline Bling Cell U Lar Device

Was it possible for someone’s eyes to look so bright at the sound of music? Their eyes shining as they looked as music software through the harsh lights of the monitor. It was as if she was part of the computer, her eyes trained over every single pixel of the screen, following the music play along, making touches here and there. This was her dream, she was almost there, all most at her peak.

Her professor watched her intently as her head moved slightly to the beat of the music. Every flick of a switch or push of a button had the crowd of student gushing with talk. The change of the beat, the spin of the turntable it was all noted. Her gentle voice boomed through the speakers. She felt alive. This live performance wasn’t anything any of the music professors had seen. Usually, for live exams, students would pre-record a song and create a new mix using it to be careful not to mess it up but Y/N? She was brave. Just minuted beforehand, as she was setting up her station with the help of Hansol she carefully but confidently spoke into the mic and said: “I haven’t pre-recorded anything, I’m making my song from scratch.” She shot a small, sweet smile towards the panellists and professors whose mouths had been left hanging open. The students in the crowd looked at her warily but had a quiet chatter among them.

A group of her friends, stood quietly a few feet away from her, watching her with proud eyes. They were certain she’d get this internship and if she didn’t get it they’d always pull a few strings and give her one at their own company. They eyed the three panellists that were from the company of the internship. Wearing black from head to toe, one was wearing glasses, the other two had hats to cover their eyes, they all wore face masks to conceal their identity. It was obvious who they were to Y/N and her friends. Having been friends with a group of idols and not knowing who their friends were, was a bit idiotic to them.

She could feel their gazes burning into her face, watching her every move. Her heart thumped along with the music but she had told her self to remain calm, to stay confident and she would get this. A smile had graced her face as the crowd began to yell words of encouragement and one student in particular who had started dancing. She almost threw her head back in laughter as more students began to dance along as she continued singing. Looking over at the culprit her best friend shot her a thumbs up and continued to dance.

‘Everything is going fine’ she thought to herself.  By the time the song was nearing to an end and the beat had begun to slow down, the whole crowd erupted in cheers, except for the other students who were partaking in the exam looked at her in bitterness and defeat. A triumphant look took over her face as she bowed and thanked the professors and panellists. Her friend

Nari pushed through the crown and fell into Minghao’s arms almost embarrassingly causing Y/N and Hansol to erupt in laughter.

“Dude, stop, it’s not funny! You too Hansol,” she whined as she punched both their arms and bowed towards the other boy whose ears had turned a bright pink.

“You did so well Y/N! You didn’t even tell me you were going to do it from complete scratch.” She pulled her friend into a tight hug and continued to babble on.

“I did you probably zoned out and started thinking about Ming-.” Y/N groaned once the initial sting of earning a slap to the mouth began.

“You better shut the fuck up, or I swear to god.” Y/N laughed as she began to gather her equipment from the tables and made her way to the seats, Nari hot on her tail. Their conversation went on for a couple more minutes before the head of the music department of Seoul National University tapped the mic to command silence. Y/N received a pat on the shoulder from Seungcheol.

“This is it Y/N, I know it’s you.” She shot him a grateful smile and played with the frayed ends of her jeans.

“Can I have your attention, please? Thank you. Firstly I would just like to thank everyone that has joined us today. Whether you part of the music department or not we really do appreciate your efforts of being here and supporting us. Every year for 5 days our fourth year’s and master student’s we hold live exams which are broadcasted on our website and on our YouTube Channel. This week we’ve had 150 students take place in this exam and the student or students that get the highest points are offered a paid internship at a given music company. The companies that have decided to work with us are SM Entertainment, Pledis Entertainment, YG Entertainment, JYP Entertainment and BigHit Entertain-,” a loud gasp interrupted the professor and the whole crowd began to talk. Y/N fidgeted nervously and impatiently waiting for him to continue talking.

“Alright. Alright. Throughout these 5 days, major producers and artist from these companies have come to visit the live exams and they will help to give our judgement and pick our final 10. I would like to give a warm welcome to today’s panellists; BigHit’s PDogg, Supreme Boi, Slow Rabbit and Bang PD.” Everyone stood up, cheered and clapped as the professor introduced them. They bowed and greeted us for a short moment before the speech continued.

“I would also like to give a very big welcome to BigHit’s RM, Suga and J-Hope who had taken time out of their very busy schedules to come here.” The crowd erupted once again but even louder as the three boys removed their accessories and bowed towards us. Towards the back a girl fainted causing a few people to start smirking and giggling, Y/N and Nari included.

“Settle down, please. Thank you. I’d like to thank the BigHit producers, artists and staff members for being here. I know that your timetable must be hectic, it really is an honour. Now that we’ve got all of the good news out, let’s get to the bad news. If you don’t already know only 10 students will be selected for this program. Two students from each day. It will be a tough decision, every single student’s hard work has been and will be taken into consideration. So for that, we’d like to hold those thirty who had performed today for an extra thirty to forty-five minutes.”

“I swear to God, I might just pass out like that girl if we get to meet them,” Nari said, fanning her face earning a low whine from Hansol.

“You never acted like that when you met us.” He pouted when she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah because it’s you guys, why would a freakout.”

“Hansol, don’t worry. She hid in her room for the whole day before she met you guys. She was freaking out. 'Y/N my hair! Y/N make-up isn’t that nice! Do you think Minghao lik-.” Y/N groaned for the fourth time that day, holding her mouth again for the second time.

“Keep fucking talking I dare you.” Nari glared at her causing Hansol and Seungcheol to snicker.

“You know it’s out of love.” Y/N shot her elder a sweet smile, causing Nari to sigh in defeat.

“The final ten should be picked by next Monday. Do keep believing in yourself. Every single one of you is talented. I wish I was like you guys when I was in college. Anyway, enjoy the day! Study hard!” We all clapped for the professor as he walked off the podium and watched as the other years and other teachers piled out of the doors taking a few glances at the panellists.

“I’m going to go say hi to Namjoon, it’s been awhile,” Mingyu said, brushing his pants as he strolled down the stairs. The other’s followed shortly after him.

“Being friends with other idols must be freaking amazing.” Nari sighed as her trained over the thirteen boys that each did a man hug with the three Bangtan boys.

“Yeah, maybe. It must be kinda stressful because they’re all racing for the top but their all friends. I don’t know about you but I’d never talk to you again if it meant being number one.” Y/N giggled with Nari as they watch Joshua trip over a cable.

“Hey,” Nari took her hand and squeezed it slightly. “The both of us are at a race to the top and we’re still the best of friends. If they can do it so can we.” She laid her head on Y/N’s shoulder, the both of them watching intently with the other students.

“Hey, Y/N, Nari?” They both turned their heads behind them to see a group of other music students sitting behind them.

“What’s up? You guys did brilliantly by the way.” Nari said, sending them a soft smile but in return got a scowl.

“Why did you guys even partake in this exam let alone the whole course if you’re already friends who can basically bring you into the industry.” Y/N recognised the girl that spoke almost instantly. Y/N envied her but she was never bitter about it. Jae-Eun was always on top of her game. Always handed in assignments on time, produced songs left, right and centre had every staff member of SKY University on her side. Not to mention she worked a full-time job and also had the time to party and go out on dates, Y/N, however, struggled with her assignments, part-time job, producing music and never even laid a finger on the dating lifestyle ever since she began college. So she was surprised by a such a perfect girl to have such bitterness in her voice.

“I don’t need to rely on other people to make it far. I need to work hard on my own first. I do get help when I really need. Nari and I both do but we do work hard on our own.” Jae-Eun crossed her arms and scoffed.

“So you’re telling me you brought the Seventeen, one of the hottest Korean boy groups at the moment just for no reason?” She eyed Nari and Y/N once more before looking at her “posse” and laughed.

“Actually no, we came on our own accord to support both our friends but I guess you wouldn’t have thought of that, right?” Seungkwan raised his eyebrow at the shocked look on Jae-Eun’s face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to come across as rude. I’m Jae-Eun nice to meet you.” Jae-Eun’s face turned hot and red with embarrassment. She was starstruck.  Y/N heard the snicker of Seungcheol behind them and smirked to herself.

“Seungkwan, nice to meet you too. Nari, Y/N? They want to meet you now.” The pair nodded at him and waved at the girl who now had her hand on her chest beating heavily.

“I don’t like her.” He said as he helped them gather their things, handing the heavy equipment to their staff members.

“Neither do I,” Nari replied. “She’s a bitch.”

“You can’t say that Ri,” Y/N pouted as she elbowed her.

“She is, dude and you can’t say you disagree because you’re always saying how jealous you are of how she can top her work and that’s she still a bitch.” Y/N shrugged in defeat.

“I guess but honestly she had no reason to come at us like that. We didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah but rightfully speaking you’ve had the best exam they’ve seen in a couple of years. I mean making a beat from scratch? And recording it live? They’ve never seen that before, you’ve basically confirmed your position.” Nari looked at her with a proud smile.

“You deserve it too. Come on, you fucking sampled Hotline Bling, a song that’s been dead for the past 2 years and made your own fucking lyrics. If you’re not guaranteed a place, I’m not taking it.” Seungkwan dropped his bag and gasped.

“Y/N you can’t say that.”

“I can because Nari would do that for me.” She smiled at her as they walked down the stairs.

“Safe to say that you guys are fucking nuts.”

Y/N twitched nervously before she walked into the meeting room where everyone was. Her friend and various other students said they were indescribably nice and you get an apparent picture, according to an almost sobbing Nari.

Y/N didn’t know what she had to say or do. She wondered if they were going to ask her questions or do God knows what but she was nervous. Extremely nervous to the point where she had to wipe her clammy hands off her jeans. She knew she’d have to shake hands with at least one person and what kind of impression would she give off if her hands were sweating. She tapped at her forehead vigorously with blotting paper to get rid of any sweat pushing through her make-up.

Y/N almost jumped out of her seat at the sound of her name, unsure if she should walk in straight away or wait maybe half a minute. It took one her classmates to push her towards the door, causing her to almost topple in. 'Great,’ she thought. 'Now they’ll think I’m clumsy.’

As the door swung open, she noticed that all of their staff members were dotted around the large room chatting among themselves. The music department reviewing files with the CEO of BigHit and some of the producers. The rest of the producers were either talking to the staff members or the three artists they had brought with them who say quite comfortably in their seats, letting the rotating chair’s spin playfully as they laughed among themselves.

Y/N let out a light cough to indicate her presence which she had deemed as too quiet but it had indeed gained the attention of the people gathered in the room and the exploded with applause. She bowed gratefully and stood awkwardly to the side of the door that was now shut. 'No escaping now. You’ll make it through.’

“Please Miss Y/L/N take a seat.” He motioned to now the only empty seat, next to J-Hope and next to his own seat. She sat down quietly and offered a small smile to the now beaming J-Hope.

“You’re exam was outstanding. We’ve never seen anything like it in years. It really was something else.”

“Thank you, Mr Chang, I did work really hard for this.” She gave him a grateful smile.

“We could tell. It was very well produced you didn’t skip any steps you did everything just like any producer would do. We could tell you worked hard to keep it up.” She nodded and looked at the desk where several files had been laid out in front of her.

“We obviously haven’t chosen anyone yet but we just want to let you know that you are in the top section of people we do want to select. Every single one of your assignments have been perfect. The songs you produce are very much liked by everyone here and of course, everyone here except anyone from SKY is taken aback by your talent.” Y/N felt the heat rush to her face as all the professors agreed with Mr Chang. Bang PD has pointed over at Suga who had his hand up to add something to the conversation.

“Just to ask was, what’s the song called?” He asked.

“Navajo, I’ll put it up on my Soundcloud soon.”

“I’m really intrigued by the lyrics. They seem really deep much like your other songs actually. You are very talented.” He explained as the heat rose to her face.

“Thank you.”

“I’d also like to say I listened to some of the other tracks you have up on SoundCloud, you’re rapping skills and singing skills are amazing,” RM said. “You have very unique style. You’ll go far.”

“Thank you again.”

“I listened to some of your songs also. Your lyrics are very simple but deep. It’s easy to understand what you’re trying to convey. I like your techniques, they’re really cool.” She thanked them again before being asked to get a picture with them. She thanked everyone and left, her shoulders dropping like one brick was lifted off her shoulders. She had fewer things to stress about now.

[almostdangerousdreamer]

Life goes ON, NO life must go on.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIyzGOyAPJE

Throughout their active years as artists, BTS have proven that they are not cowards when it comes to tackling issues close to their hearts and to ours. Many of their lyrics have addressed depression, anxiety, low self esteem, negativity and relationships, as well as education, materialism and consumerism. The fact that the boys often write these lyrics suggests that they are drawing on their own experiences. This establishes a different kind of bond between BTS and Army that extends beyond that of an artist and their fans. The ability to identify so closely with their struggles creates a sense of familiarity that enables Army to see them not as idols, but as peers. BTS have laid their hardships bare on several occasions, both through their music and in conversation. Some of the most notable difficulties (among many more) that have been referenced are:

1. Yoongis battle with his self, touching upon anxiety, depression, possible intrusive or suicidal thoughts, and social phobia. His Agust D mixtape was a tough listen in places, he spoke candidly about things that some don’t dare speak about. Army see inspiration and comfort in Yoongi’s journey, because while nobody knows how he is really is now, he is still here and he is thriving, and proof that you can rise from rock bottom.

2. Jimin’s low self worth is something that many Army empathise with. No matter what age you are, body confidence and self-esteem are delicate and easily destroyed. Jimin was honest about starving himself to lose weight to live up to unrealistic expectations of others. He came out the other side, and realised that what he was doing was not healthy. While he still may not be 100% confident, he is certainly trying, and knows now to eat well and approach his self-image in a sensible way.

3. Namjoon’s recent playlist Mono focuses heavily on loneliness. There a lot of Army who feel lonely. A lot. They find sanctuary in BTS and in the community because they lack close relationships in their lives. For Namjoon to be surrounded by people, with money and success, but to still admit that he struggles with loneliness and empty times lets Army know that they are not alone.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sKHwPc3UVI

4. The entirety of the Love Yourself era addressed hardships of love, loss and self-worth. Army have embraced this message with open arms, and have found a purpose in spreading the message of self love, encouraging each other to recognise their worth, while endeavouring to find their own contentment within their self.

5. Go-Go, although a light hearted fun song with cute playful choreography, was actually despairing at the materialistic society we live in and the falsity of squandering money we don’t have just for fun.

Tackling these issues is important and shows courage from the boys to talk/sing about them.

I was going to put talent, but then I realised, talent is defined as a natural gift or flair. Some people who are skilled find the label of “talented” a little insulting, it detracts from the years of hard work they put in to perfect their craft when it is assumed as a gift and not an achievement. That is the same with Bangtan. I am not for a moment saying that they do not have talent, it was clear from his first audition that Jungkook already had a pleasant singing voice, and I am sure that Hoseok had natural rhythm and Namjoon a way with words, but to become as good as they are now? Jungkook’s live vocals on Euphoria? Namjoon’s recent lyrics on Mono? Well, that is not just the result of talent. That is the result of endless hard work, effort and persistence. The boys all have a personal strength, some vocals, some dance, some writing, but year after year each of them are becoming more rounded performers and artists in all areas. The rappers are singing, vocalists are writing and producing, less accomplished dancers are being placed at the front of routines. Their work ethic is not only inspirational, but it is also highly commendable and difficult to ignore.

The trainee process is relentless, akin in some ways to the stage schools of the west, but generally the artists bred from these schools emerge with maybe one or two promising fortes, whereas I believe trainees must excel in many of the arts or their chances of debuting are slim. This process meant that long hours and strong will has been instilled in them since they were teens and it is evident in the way they are improving with each passing year.

BTS is a true underdog story. BigHit, a small agency with little reputation in comparison to the famous “Big 3” (JYP, SM, YG) or even the middle agencies (Pledis, Cube etc) nobody expected them to succeed, but they persevered. Even their peers and parents had their reservations. They had set backs, negativity, and doubt yet here they are, five years on, surpassing every single artist on all of their rivals books. Their heart and determination to carry on is admirable. It’s not that they found the strength to carry on, it’s that they carried on when they didn’t have the strength.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JX0n6DZY4XM

[namj00m]

Chapter 8: Reality Check

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Lee Yoo Mi ( You )

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1.9k

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A/N: I wrote this chapter in like 5 hours and I think it came out okay. There was supposed to be some smut towards the end but I’ll save it for chapter 9 ;)

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Somehow making it work on time, we walked into the building, Jungkook went straight to the practice sending me a quick wink before disappearing through the doors. Making my way to the staff room, only the stylist and makeup artist were present in the large conference room. Sitting next to Sooyoung, I quietly asked her what was going on.

"Apparently some of us are switching companies. I don't really know but according to Jaemin, he said that JYP Entertainment and Pledis made a deal with us and are transferring some of their employees to us and vice versa. I'm so nervous Yoo Mi, I've worked here since the beginning and I don't know who I would be without BigHit."

I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder giving it a light squeeze, "How could be get rid of you Sooyoung? You're the best or the best, I ever learned from you how to do makeup properly on the boys! There is no way in hell they're getting rid of you. And if Bang PD gets rid of you, just know I'm right behind you, okay?" She sent me a tight lip smile but placed a hand on my thigh give it a squeeze. "This is why I'm so happy I took you in as my apprentice. Thank Yoo Mi."

The doors of the conference room opened, Bang Shi Hyuk walked in with a smile on his face. " Hello everyone, it's nice to see you all today." Walking to the head of the table, he sat down placing a stack of papers and folders down before pulling another stack of folders. Handing that pile to the person next to him, he asked to pass it around making sure you grabbed your own name. "Some of you look very nervous. I can only assume you heard the rumors and I wish they weren't true but sadly they are. I love each of you with all my heart," the folders landed in my hand next as I searched for my name, the black ink contrasting the beige folder, "and I'm doing this for your own good. JYP Entertainment and Pledis Entertainment are wonderful companies and have just as great opportunities for you few that I have selected to go. I and the other companies have chosen ten of our own stylist and makeup artist to transfer either permanently or temporarily, debating on your performance and skill." Before he opened the largest of the 25 folders laying the table, he made sure everyone had their files before continuing. "Sooyoung," her eyes darted to Bang PD with fear in them, "you have been with me from the very start and I couldn't ask for a more accomplished and radiate person by my side. I have high hopes for you and I couldn't part ways with you. Your input on everything this company does is greatly appreciated and I'm happy with the work you do."

The praise he was sending her made me a little hopeful that I wouldn't be leaving. Sooyoung has always requested me on her team because everything I did according to her was "up to my standards". Listening as he continued with the praises and apologies for letting certain team members stay and leave was terrifying. His words almost seemed uncaring towards the ones who were being tossed aside. Still, about 10 more folders left and only 3 more spots for the transfer team, my name was called next.

"Yoo Mi, you were a huge help with the past come back for the boys and I am forever indebted to you. Your keen eye for fashion has undoubtedly made Bangtan look more complex and a force to be reckoned with." He let out a deep sigh and that was when my heart broke, he was transferring me. "As much as I love you and everything you have done, you still have so much more growth to do and I think letting you go to JYP Entertainment will be a huge opportunity for you. Park Jin Young personally told me he loved your work and would make sure you get nothing but the highest ranks among his team. I'm so sorry about this Yoo Mi." My tears stung as I tried to hold them back. I only nodded my head, too afraid to hear my weak voice, to tell him to thank you.

Sooyoung wrapped her arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to her. Everything was so numb right now. I couldn't feel Sooyoung's hand rubbing my body to help comfort me, I couldn't hear anything Bang PD was saying anymore, and I was starting to lose myself. I hated this. I hated feeling so weak and powerless in something I didn't want. My hearing was slowly coming listening to Bang PD talk again. "Like I said, some of these transfers may only be temporary for growth purposes. It all depends on you and your work. I am so proud to have all of you on my team and channeling your creative energy for not only me but for Bangtan and our other trainees. The transfer will start next week so make sure you are prepared. Anyone who is being transferred you can look into your folders and see where you will be assigned, the addresses of important places you will probably travel to when working, and contact information. Anyone who isn't being transferred, you will be going about your daily routines as usual obviously with the exception of the new staff members. Please treat them as nicely and as fairly as you would to the ones leaving. Now that that is over, we'll continue the jacket shooting here today and add final touches to the outfits and makeup looks."

He stood at the end of the table and crossed to the door, "And we'll have a nice staff dinner tonight to congratulate the transfers. I will you see all later, have a great day." And with that, he was no longer in the conference room. My eyes scanned the conference room looking at the other nine transfers. We all looked the same, eyes either red or glossy from crying, our noses red, hands on our laps trying to keep ourselves pieced together, and just looking absolutely broken. I was the first to stand up and leave. Rushing out of the room, I made my way to the nearest bathroom, locking myself in the stall. How could this happen? I loved BigHit so much, it was my first real job in the profession I was passionate about. It was the place of my all happy memories. How could Bang Shi Hyuk do this to us? My sadness was slowly becoming hatred for the man but my thoughts were disturbed when I felt the vibration of my phone in my pocket tickle against my thigh.

Jungkook, just great. How would I tell him I'm leaving? Maybe it didn't have to, I would just disappear and he wouldn't notice. Or would he? Of course, he would Yoo Mi, he confessed to you. You knew his feelings and you were slowly feeling the same. This was going to hurt. Looking at the message, he asked me if I wanted anything to eat and when I was coming down to the dance room to watch him. I smiled fondly at my phone thinking of how sweet he was. I really didn't want to tell him. Texting him back, I told him I wasn't hungry and that I would see him an in a little while. Getting up from the toilet seat, I let myself out of the stall and washed my hands and face. Staring at my face, I couldn't help but look at how sad and pathetic I looked. Who knows, maybe this will be a good thing. Leaving the bathroom, Sooyoung was leaning on the wall outside.

"Are you okay Yoo Mi? You must be so heartbroken about this." Shifting her weight off the wall, she wrapped her slim frame around me, crushing me in a tight hug. "Just let me know if you need anything, okay? I have friends that work for JYP and I'll make sure they keep an eye on you." She released herself off of me and grabbed my arm, locking ours governing heading down the hallway. I let out a muffled okay and nodded my head. Stepping in front of the practice room doors, she spun me around and wiped away some of my eyeliner that was messed up. "Gosh I hate seeing you cry," she said more to herself than me. "Come on, let's try to cheer up and watch the boys practice." Her smile was hard to say no to so I accepted her little "treat" she had offered. Making sure to smile as I walked in, we moved to the corner of the room watching the guys practice their new choreography. Jungkook was in the center moving his body effortlessly. The was his body rolled and the sophisticated way his feet moved enticed me. Watching him from the mirror, his eyes flickered over to my reflection and smirked at me. He obviously loved that I had my eyes only on him. Sooyoung whispered that she was going to get us something to eat before leaving my side, she not hearing my words of not being hungry, left the room anyway.

"ALRIGHT! That was great guys! We'll take another five-minute break and start again." The choreographer praised the guys once more before they all fell to the floor, minus Jungkook. He made he was over to me saying a shy hello. "What did you think of that, noona? Did you think we looked cool." His voice was in a normal tone but soon all the other guys swarmed around me, the smell of sweat and hard work saturating my nose, asking for my opinion. My heart hurt knowing was I wasn't going to be by their side this comeback and an evident shift in my persona changed, at least to Jungkook. "I think this is why you'll guys will always be number one. With moves like that no wonder why you're on top." My voice was somewhat frail but it didn't waver. The guys thanked me and moved back to the center of the studio, Hoseok, Seokjin, and Jimin practicing a certain part of the dance while Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung laid on the floor trying to catch their breaths. Jungkook moved in front of me, scanning my face,"What's wrong?" His tone was that of worry and his eyes were holding the same emotion. "Why did you wash your makeup off? And your eyes are red, were you crying?"

I lightly tapped his foot and avoid his worrying gaze,"I'm okay I just found some stuff out that made me a little sad and I cried a little. But it's okay I'm fine now." I managed to let out a plastic smile and the younger and tapped my fingers again on his foot. He obviously wasn't buying because the next thing I knew he stated he was coming over tonight so that we can talk about it before running back to the other members. Letting out a sigh of defeat, I continued watching the group perfect their dance. Sooyoung brought back some sandwiches and juice and nagged me to eat. Picking at the food, Sooyoung and I's phone both vibrated letting us know we had to get back to work. Walking out, I glimpsed over at Jungkook who was watching me leave before he got scolded by the choreographer.