Into the 5fire!

Ok so their dorm is kind of like 2 hotel rooms, the kind of hotel rooms that share a door in between them. Please tell me you know what I'm talking about?

If you don't, just picture an apartment area that's kind of divided in half by a wall, and there's a door in that wall that allows them easy access to chat as a group without having to go out the front door and walk two steps next door and back and forth. Either side can lock that door too. (Safety precautions from the manager)

So the guy's side has a bathroom, 1 bunk bed, and 1 single bed, a walk-in closet and a mini fridge.

The girl's side has a bathroom , a walk-in closet,  2 single beds, and small kitchen and dining area. So basically the guys come over to the girls side for breakfast and stuff if there's time in the morning. Kinda like team bonding?

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Mi Cha/Mischa's POV

Today is the day I start training to become a star! It had been my life long dream and I felt like bursting out screaming and laughing and

crying all at once. I was taking the subway/train to Seohyun Station with a large leather tote in tow, off to meet with the very people who

were going to make my dream a reality. I put a hand to my chest to try to slow my breathing, to calm the pace of my heart, it didn't work.

I still felt just as nervous as I did last night, which I didn't sleep a wink of, because all I could do was think of my [fictional] Prince Choi

Siwon, and swoon over how much closer I was to meeting him.

If we were promoting the same time, I could see him on stage and back stage at Music Bank, Inkiyago,and M! Coundown, and even

better, I could be cast as his leading lady in a romantic drama. I sighed to myself, imagining our perfect wedding together in a grand

Victorian church, not even caring if someone saw the stupid, drooling smile I probably had plastered on my face. 

"Seohyun Station. We are arriving at Seohyun Station."

And you may now kiss the bride.

Hyun Su/Ace's POV

I kicked my trash can to the curb, spilling all of it's colorfully mouldy contents onto the road. But I sure as hell didn't give a damn!

" AHHHHH" I screamed in rage, kicking the trash can farther away from my house. I leaned my back against the cool metal fence in the

corner of an alley where no one could see me. I sank down slowly until I finally reached the cool ground below my feet. I'm sure if the

ground wasn't even there I would keep sinking and sinking, with nothing to hold me up.

I wanted nothing more than to just do what I loved most which was....music, and to make my parents proud of what I was doing with the

path I've taken. My father is a world renowned pianist and he's been classically trained since he learned how to walk, and my mother is

an opera singer that has travelled all around the globe, performing for thousands at a time. They would have smiled at me if I had

turned out like my older brother, an acclaimed violinist, or at least would have still acknowledged me as their son if I was still playing in

my indie band which broke up,but to tell them I was going to be training to be an idol, they would be furious at me. They hated idols.

I think it's safe to say I'm as good as disowned.

Eun-Ae/U-Ae's POV

" Have you packed everything Eun-Ae?"

I looked at my mother who had just come into my bedroom with a weary expression on her face, and nodded. I could tell she had been

stressed out ever since I told her I had accepted the offer to train to be an idol. I took both of her hands in mine and sat her on the bed

with me. I stared into the familiar brown eyes of my mother, they were ringed with red. I could tell she had been crying all night, but I

didn't know how to put it into words to comfort her or tell her that I was going to be alright,  that I would still visit her and Dae-Jung, so

I awkwardly put my arms around her in a bear hug.

I felt my shoulder getting damp where she had laid her head, and I could tell she was trying to hide her tears from me. " I'm going to

miss you so much dear," she cooed. I hesitantly brought my hand to the small of her back and patted it stiffly. I really wasn't good at

comforting people, or at least people other than Dae-Jung. It's hard enough talking to people on a regular basis, but I just don't

know what to say to comfort people when they're sad.

After a while, my mom is finished sobbing and she whispers, "Sorry" , to me, but I shake my head, signaling it was alright.

" Let's go, you still have to say good bye to Dae-Jung. He's still in bed," she said to me, a bit steadier this time, collecting herself.

I nodded, and went into my little brother's room. He was still sleeping as soundly as I had tucked him in last night. I crouch

down beside his bed and poke his arm. No reaction. I poke his cheek. No reaction. I tickle his stomach, and his eyes pop

open and he starts rolling  around on the bed to make me stop.

"NOoooo Nooona! Stop!" he kept screaming repeatedly in between my attacks and his laughs. As I finally stopped, he looked up and

down at the way I was already dressed and not in my usual PJs, then he looked from me to the suitcase outside his door. "Noona, are

you going somewhere?"

" I'm going to school." I felt bad lying to Dae-Jung, he was brighter and more responsible than any eight year old I knew of.

"What is that for then?" he asked, pointing at my suitcase.

" When you grow up and attend more schooling, you get to live at your school." I said trying to put it as simply as I could without making

the lie obvious.

His head lowered as soon as I said what I said. " Is it because of me, Noona?" he whimpered.

I shook my head. "Aniyo, Dae-jung is the best!"  He smiled at that remark and came over to hug me.

Good bye Dae-Jung. Good bye Mother.