“I need you girl wae honja saranghago, honjaseoman ibyeolhae.” My alarm tone blared at 5am sharp. Groggily, I rose from my bed, rubbing my eyes from sleep. I glanced around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. From the stream of light from my phone, I could make out the deeply asleep forms of my unnis.

Maybe, I set my alarm too early? I surmised as I padded to the kitchen. Rummaging through the fridge and the pantry, I discovered that our kitchen was fully stocked with food.

Whoa. As expected from Bang PD. I thought with an amazed chuckle.

Fetching a couple of eggs, a small wedge of cheese some bacon and some milk, I began cooking breakfast. I also started making some toast and got the rice cooker running as well. I didn’t know what my unnis usually had for breakfast so I decided to go all out. I was about to brew some coffee, when Somi - unni walked into the kitchen.

“Morning, Y/N.” she greeted me with a yawn, as she slid into one of the chairs by the table.

“Good morning, Unni.” I responded with a dry chuckle as I simultaneously flipped the cheese omelet and bacon I was frying in two separate pans.

Smelling the food I was cooking, Somi - unni said with a groan. “Ughh. That smells good, Y/N!”

“Thanks! I enjoy cooking so I took the liberty of cooking breakfast. I hope you don’t mind.” I asked with a grin.

“No, not at all! I burn everything I touch so you can cook all the meals if you want.” She joked. “Plus, I’ll eat anything you cook if it always smells that good!”

I laughed at her outburst.

Minutes later, I placed the cooked breakfast and the freshly brewed coffee onto the table. Right after that, I got the plates and utensils and prepared the table for dining.

Looking at my handiwork with a satisfied grin, I turned to get the newly cooked rice when Feng Jiu – unni and Haru – unni crept to the dining area.

“Morning.” They chorused in a sleepy manner.

“Morning.” Somi – unni and I echoed.

After getting the rice we all sat down, to eat, with Feng Jiu – unni and Haru – unni murmuring their approval of the food. I was now the official cook of the house. We quickly finished eating, then one by one took a shower and got ready.

About 45 minutes later we were being led back to the room where we first met yesterday. Inside, we saw Bang PD already seated at the head chair, a big white folder in his hands. Throwing each other confused looks, we sat ourselves around him.

“Good morning, ladies!” he chirped

“Morning Bang – PD nim!” we replied

“So today marks your first training day. And on that note,” he opened the folder and placed it on the center of the table “Here, are your contracts.”

We crowded around it, then took one copy each to read it further. I was on the part of the contract violations when Feng Jiu - unni suddenly piped up “Wait, we debut in two years? That’s fast!” We all skimmed to the part she read and gave gasps of our own. “Wah. That’s right!” Haru – unni added. “Wae?”(Why?) Somi – unni turned to Bang PD confusion written all over her face. “Doesn’t it usually take longer?”

“That’s true. But I did say you guys are special, right? It’s all part of my grand plan. Geogjeong mala. (Don’t worry.)” Bang PD responded with a cheeky, mysterious glint in his eyes.

We glanced at each other, clearly mystified, then resumed reading. When all the terms and conditions were read and understood, we each signed our copy then gave it back to Bang PD.

“Well, that’s it then. I officially welcome you as trainees of Big Hit Entertainment.” He confirmed with a big smile, reaching out his hand for a handshake.

We gave him smiles of our own as we walked up to him and each gave him a firm handshake.

“Well, I’ve got to go. I still have a busy day ahead of me. And you girls do too. Good luck. Fighting!” he cheered us on as he waved and walked out of the room.

“Kamsahamnida!” (Thank you!) We called out to him and bowed.

Straightening out, Somi – unni turned to Mi – Kyung “Unni, eodilo?” (Unni, where to?)

Beaming in response, Mi Kyung – unni turned and led us into what would be a dance studio. It was quite sizable, with high, white walls and light colored wooden floors. At one side of the room, tall mirrors reflected back the space and ambiance of the room, and a tall, athletic looking woman in dance attire, her arms crossed with a stern look on her face.

We quickly filed in front of her, bowing perfectly.

“Annyeonhaseyo!” we greeted simultaneously.

“Annyeonghaseyo. Naneun Shin Chung Hei. And I will be your dance teacher starting from today. You may call me Shin seonsaengnim.” She said with a husky, smoky voice in flawless English.

“A bit of a background about me,” she intoned, pacing a bit in front of us. “I studied dance in the US for about 5 years. All kinds of it. It was harsh training and I will not spare you from any of it.” She emphasized, stopping in front of us and looking us each in the eye. She paced again. “Today, we’ll start with some warm – up and stretching then I will be teaching you some moves and you’ll have to learn it and perform it perfectly in front of me. Are we clear on that?” She paused to glance at us.

“Ne Shin seonsaengnim!”(Yes, Teacher Shin!) We replied in conviction.

“Geurae. (Ok.) Let’s begin!” she said, clapping her hands.

Soon we were going through the usual stretches: leg, arm, neck, and head then onto the typical warm – up routines like jumping jacks. We also did a bit of jogging around the space to get our heart pumping. It all seemed so simple right?

Wrong.

Picture out everything we were doing then multiply it by 70. That was how tiring it was. By the time warm – ups were over, all of us were already sweating bullets and some were gasping for air.

And we haven’t even started dancing yet!

Hunched on my knees, I wiped my brow with my sleeve and stood straight up, catching my breath. I glanced at my unnis. Surprisingly, some of them were doing pretty alright. Somi – unni didn’t seem as winded out as she was calmly breathing in and out. Feng Jiu unni looked even better as she wiped sweat from her neck, seemingly unruffled by the exercise. But then as I turned to Haru – unni, my gut twisted. She was gasping like crazy, her hands on her knees, as rivers of sweat trailed down her face. I rushed over her in concern.

“Gwenchanhayo?”(Are you ok?) I knelt beside her.

“Ne. I’ll be fine. Just let me breathe for a few minutes.” She nodded weakly.

I glanced up to meet Somi – unni’s eye, a plea in my stare.

Nodding in understanding, she went to Shin seonsaengnim.

“Seonsaeng-nim. Can we have a short break please? Just to catch our breath. Haru needs it badly.” She pleaded.

“Andwae. (No.) We haven’t even started the routine yet. You will have your break when you’ve mastered it and performed it for me.” She replied harshly, a glare in her eyes stopping Somi – unni from reasoning any further.

“Ne.” Somi – unni sighed and came over to us, helping Haru – unni to her feet.

“Come on Haru. You can do this. Let’s just do the routine so that we can have a break ok?” She encouraged Haru – unni with a grin.

Haru – unni looked at her then at me and let out a deep breath. Then she straightened out.

“Okay. Let’s do it.” She announced, a fire in her gaze.

At that, Shin seonsaengnim clapped her hands and we all ran over to her as she showed us the dance routine.

It was a hip – hop routine complete with pops and locks and even some krumping. It was high – energy too, with big moves and we all stood, watching in awe as Shin seongsaengnim emitted an aura of pure force and energy while still being graceful and lyrical in her moves. It was a contradiction. But it was beautiful. As she ended the dance, she turned to us then, gasping with delight.

“Okay. Now your turn.”

She guided us through the steps and the counting once then left us to our own devices. We decided to practice on our own first so we split up to different parts of the room, choosing a secluded space for our own.

I went to the left side of the room by the wall near the door, memorizing the steps again, then going through them one by one. I went through the routine ten times, correcting the moves I thought needed more spunk and emphasis. After going through it one last time, I glanced to my other unnis checking to see if they were alright. Feng Jiu – unni as expected was doing spectacularly, her movements sharp and fiery, very similar to how Shin seongsaengnim did earlier.

She really is a dancer.

I turned to Somi – unni. She was doing fine too, although her movements were more chill and laidback. Then my gaze went to Haru – unni and I grew worried. She wasn’t even half-way through the routine! Her moves were clunky and unsure, and she had this worried frown on her face as she bit her lip. I ran over to her, patted her on the back and helped her go through the routine. She did it again from the top, her movements slightly better. She looked at me, a gratefulness evident in her gaze and smile. “Gomawoyo. (Thank you.) Dancing really isn’t my thing.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I replied with a wink.

Pretty soon, we practiced the routine once more, this time altogether. Feng Jiu – unni was in the lead, being the most experienced dancer. She corrected some of our moves and complimented us on our great dedication and improvement. After about 10 rounds of repetition, we decided to show the routine to Shin seonsaengnim.

Feng Jiu – unni was front and center of course, with me and Somi – unni at the left and right rear side and Haru – unni a bit on the back. We went through the routine remembering all that Feng Jiu – unni taught us. When we were done, we looked to Shin seonsaengnim, hoping to see her approval. What we saw made our stomachs drop. Her face was blank but her gaze was strong, seemingly siphoning out the flaws in our performance.

Silence.

“Again.” Was all she said. So we did it again, this time with more conviction.

“Again.” Was the same response she gave us. Dance again we did, this time with even more fire in our movements.

“Again.” She said a third time with a visible sigh. We gave panicked looks at each other. What did we do wrong? Then Feng Jiu gave us a look that said “Why don’t we try to synchronize with each other instead of choosing to dance individually?”

We nodded in understanding. Then as the music came on, we danced with the fiercest, most powerful energy we could muster while matching each other’s movement, our moves screaming synchronize, synchronize, together, together. As the last beat dropped, with our poses in place and our lungs crying for oxygen, we glanced at Shin seonsaengnim, anticipating her judgment. She had a blank face again. But then her eyebrows slowly raised, and there was a gleam in her eye. “Better.” She applauded, a slight grin on her lips. “You can have a 5 minute break now.”

“Assa! Yes!” We all breathed out in relief and jubilation.

I jumped out in glee when I suddenly felt the extreme urge to pee.

Well, we have been dancing for a while now.

I walked over to Mi – Kyung unni in the corner asking for directions. “Hwajangsil eodi-eyo?” (Where is the restroom?)

She pointed me to the hallway then directed me to go left then turn another left to the restroom. A said a quick thanks, then ran towards the directions she gave me, feeling my bladder get heavier by the minute. Finally, I arrived at what was supposed to be the restroom, only to be faced with another problem.

There were two doors. And there was no drawing to distinguish which was the men’s and which was and the women’s. Only 남자 was written on the left door and 여자 on the right door.

Crap.

I didn’t know how to read hangul! How am I supposed to know which was which?!

I grabbed my crotch area, feeling like I couldn’t hold it any longer.

Patay. Puputok na tong pantog ko! Bahala na nga! (Oh my gosh. My bladder’s gonna burst! To hell with it!)

I went with my gut and chose the door to the left, going to the closest stall and slamming the door hard.

Then I sat down and did my business, feeling like a terrible weight was lifted from my chest and my, well bladder. I was still composing myself when a voice echoed throughout the restroom. The person seemed to be excitedly talking to someone on the phone, and I could only make out sentences about being totally excited by a new Overwatch game. Then the ping of pants followed by the flowing of liquid downwards could be heard. Wait, why was the person ping and peeing outside the stall?

That’s weird. I thought as I pulled on my pants. I opened the stall and went out, my curiosity getting the best of me, when I stopped dead in my tracks my eyes bugging out of my sockets.

“Ay kabayo!” (Oh, horse!) I boomed experiencing the biggest shock of my life.

There peeing in front of me was Jeon Jungkook, phone in his ear. At my shocked outburst he turned in annoyance, when he took in my appearance and his own eyes rivaled those of plates.

Simply put, he looked Jungshook.

A beat of awkward silence. And then.

“AHHH! Ige Mwoya?!”(What’s this?!) Jungkook exclaimed in utter shock.

I averted my eyes in shame and it landed on his open fly. Thank goodness, he had his underwear on. It was dark blue and had cute pink bunnies on it.

Oh my god. Look somewhere else, Y/N! I reprimanded myself.

Seeing my embarrassed reaction, Jungkook turned to where I was looking and grew even redder. “Mwohl bwah? Byeontae!” (What are you looking at? ert!) He retorted angrily as he quickly zipped up his pants.

I quickly averted my head and bowed in shame. “Choesonghamnida. Naneun hangug-e yuchanghaji anhda.” (I’m very sorry! I’m not fluent in Korean.) I rose up, hands up in placation. “I-I c-can’t read hangul and I wanted to pee so badly. I ended up in the wrong room.” I placed my hand on my neck.

“S-so that’s it. I promise I didn’t see anything!” I bowed again “I’m really sorry! Annyeong!” Then I bolted out the restroom, my cheeks flaming, forever humiliated in my life, leaving a very dumbstruck and confused Jungkook behind.

Back in the practice room, the others were still on their break when Shin seonsaengnim clapped her hands to resume the practice. We all gathered again at the center when Somi – unni noted my flushed cheeks and ruffled appearance. “Gwenchanhayo? What’s wrong?” she inquired, concern on her face. “I’ll tell you later, unni. Yagsog.” (Promise.) I replied, still catching my breath from the very surprising and embarrassing encounter.

Seonsaengnim was about to start counting when suddenly a knock sounded at the door and Bang PD entered. “Annyeong ladies!” He said as he led the BTS members into the room with him.

“Annyeong Bang PD – nim!” we said with a quick bow and looked at each other in disbelief.

What were they doing here?

I scanned the members and found out that Jungkook wasn’t there.

Good. Maybe he’s still stuck in the bathroom? Or maybe he has other commitments. As long as he’s not her-

Before my train of thought could be done, the door burst open again and in came none other than Jeon Jungkook himself looking as flustered as I was, murmuring apologies to Bang PD and s for being a bit late. Then he faced us, and his gaze zeroed in on me, a glare of recognition quickly enveloping his features.

Oh my god. This day couldn’t get any better, can it? Just my freaking luck. I thought as I avoided his stare, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. I focused on listening to what Bang PD had to say instead.

“So it seems training is doing pretty well?” Bang PD turned to Shin seongsaengnim for confirmation.

“Pretty much. Although we still have a few more hours to go.” She replied.

“Good. Anyways, Bangtan stopped by the office for a bit so I decided this is the perfect time for everyone to meet each other.” He looked to the boys then gestured to us. “These are our new trainees and future girl group members. Say hi.” Then he added as an afterthought. “Yeong-eolo mal haejuseyo. (Please speak in English.) Most of them are foreigners.” He shot me a meaningful glance.

 RM, ever the leader and the most fluent in English, stepped up first. With a disarming smile and a quick bow he said, “Annyeonghaseyo. I’m Kim Namjoon. I’m better known as RM, nice to meet you.” Then Jin came next, giving a bashful smile and unsure of what to say, he introduced himself. “Annyeong. I’m Kim Seokjin. You can call me Jin.” Feeling bold and confident, J – Hope sauntered forward with a big grin. “Hello. I’m Jung Hoseok! But you may call me J – Hope!” Next, was Jimin in his usual charming, cute self. “Hi. I’m Park Jimin. Jimin.” Right after that was Suga, looking and giving off his typical swag self. “Hello. I’m Min Yoongi. Suga.” He gave a quick salute. “Nice to meet you.” He was followed by V, who flashed a V sign before introducing himself with a childlike smile. “Hi! I’m Kim Taehyung or V!”

And then came the introduction I was dreading the most. Groaning inwardly, I swiveled my head to the side, avoiding eye contact with him. He came forward all prim, gave a proper bow and addressed us. “Hello. I’m Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook.” Suddenly, I could feel tension emanating from him, his gaze apparently on me so I snuck a peak, and was at once assaulted by the most venomous glare I have ever seen.

“I hate byeontae. (erts)” He seethed then went back into the line, oblivious to his hyungs’ shocked reactions.

I felt my face stiffen and grow red with anger. How dare he say that? I already apologized didn’t I? Plus, it was an honest mistake!

This punk doesn’t know who he’s messing with. Fine, two can play at this game, buddy.

Shortly, it was our turn for introductions so Somi – unni went first. Showing off her signature sunny smile, Somi – unni bowed respectfully. “Annyeonghaseyo. I’m Kim Somi. I’m 24 years old. Pleasure to meet you.” Bangtan gave her bright smiles in responaw, while Jimin gave her a playful wink, her brightness contagious. Right after that was Feng Jiu – uni who gave a small smile and a curt bow. “Annyeong. My name is Zhang Feng Jiu. Pleasure.” Then came Haru – unni’s introduction. “Konnichi – I mean Hello!” she squeaked eliciting chuckles from Bangtan. “I’m Miyazaki Haruka. Haru for short.” She gave a lopsided smile then stepped back.

All this time I was dreading my turn. I did not want to draw attention to myself. But I also didn’t want that punk to get the last word. So drawing a deep breath, I steeled myself and stepped forward and gave a bow.

“Hi. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” Then, I cast Jungkook a glare that could rival his and said with utmost conviction. “And I am not a byeontae.” With that, I gave a quick bow then turned, seeing the punk’s outraged scoff in my peripheral vision.

An uncomfortable silence ensued after that, with the Bangtan members throwing curious, dubious looks at each other and at Jungkook, who was by now, full on glaring at me. My unnis were fidgeting as well and looking at me (who was smirking at the punk from across the room) curiously from such an audacious and weird scene.

Finally, Bang PD broke the tension by clearing his throat.

“U-uh. Yes, it’s great that you all met each other already. Please be friendly and helpful with each other. We are now family after all.” He stressed.

“Well, then let’s leave the ladies to it shall we? They still have a long day.” He said as way of dismissal, already heading out the door when RM raised his hand and called out. “Jahm-kkan-man, (Wait) Bang PD – nim.” Bang PD glanced at him. “Since we’re already here. Why don’t we teach the ladies some of our moves?” He nodded to us. “They are training in dance right now, right? And you did say to help each other and we’ll be doing just that.” Then he turned to the other Bangtan members. “Eotteohge saeng-gaghae, yaedeul a? Uliga geudeul-ege eotteon umjig-im-eul galeuchyeoya haneunga? (What do you think, guys? Should we teach them some moves?)

The members convened for a bit. Then J – Hope piped up. “Call!” The other members expressed their agreement as well, all with the exception of Jungkook who was grinning evilly at me that seemed to say “This should be good.”

Inwardly, I groaned but my unnis didn’t share my sentiment, as they were hopping up and down in glee, pleading Seonsaengnim to let the guys teach us. Well, they are BTS after all. Anyone would kill to be in their presence, much more be taught some moves by them.

I would as well, if only I didn’t make an enemy of Jungkook. I sighed

Meanwhile, getting a little annoyed by my unnis’ pestering, Shin seonsaengnim, agreed. “Fine. Boys, the floor is yours.” She gestured as she stood to the side. The boys, who at this moment were discussing among themselves, straightened up and strode to the center, excitement filled their faces.

RM spoke again. “Kamsahamnida, Seonsaengnim. Okay girls, for today’s lesson we decided to teach you some y and daring moves. You’ll be learning the choreography to Blood, Sweat and Tears.”

We gasped in awe and maybe a little nervousness.

RM gestured for the guys to move forward. “To make this learning process quicker, we’ve decided to split into groups.” He signaled to Jin and Suga. “Jin and Suga will be teaching Somi – ssi.” The three greeted each other. Then RM gestured to J – Hope. “J – Hope will guide Haru – ssi.” The two bowed to each other. Next, he pointed to himself and Jimin. “We’ll be in charge of Feng Jiu – ssi.” They waved at each other. Finally (and dreadfully) he called over V and Jungkook. “V and Jungkook will be training Y/N – ssi.” I smiled at V, while I nodded curtly at Jungkook, whose evil sneer seemed to grow bigger by the second.

Whoo, boy.

RM clapped his hands. “All right, everyone has 20 minutes to go through the routine. After that, the girls will be dancing for us. But there’s a twist.” He gave us a wink. “It will be a dance battle between the Bangtan Boys and the lady trainees. This should be fun. Let’s go!” Immediately, the groups scattered to occupy different corners of the room and began to practice, while I stood rooted at the spot, dreading this exercise altogether. Why did I have to be paired with Jungkook? What the hell?

I wish the ground would eat me up right now.

All of a sudden, V poked my shoulder. “Let’s go.”

I snapped to attention. “N-ne.” He grabbed my arm and led me to the far side of the room opposite the door.

Before we could start, I gave a fair warning but feeling embarrassed all the same. “U–um, naneun hangug-e yuchanghaji anhda. Please use simple Hanguk. If you could speak a little English I would really appreciate it. I’m sorry.” I bowed.

V gave me a friendly smile. “It’s ok! I speak little English. I teach you, no problem.” He nudged Jungkook. “(Right), Jungkookie?” Jungkook grinned mischievously “Yes. No problem.” I gulped nervously.

Heaven help me.

Eventually, we started with the routine of the first part of the song. V demonstrated it first, and I could see that his dancing has improved a whole lot since their debut. I mimicked his movements and within a few rounds, I had the choreography down pat. V smiled. “Good. Now chorus. Kookie, you teach her.”

Crap.

I schooled my expression into a mask of seriousness. I wasn’t gonna be swayed.

Jungkook slid to my right and began executing the moves. Without warning, he bit his lip, gave me the iest stare he could muster and moved even more seductively. I felt my face go hot in discomfort and my knuckles clenched in annoyance.

What the hell. Was he teasing me?

Then he did that hand to the crotch followed by the hip bumping (a hundred times ier if that was even possible) and ended with a smirk in my direction.

Yup. He was definitely teasing me.

V, oblivious to the growing tension, clapped in amazement. “Waa! Jungkookie daebak!” Turning to me, he smiled in anticipation. “Now you.”

I nodded when I felt a breath on the back of my neck. “Your turn. What you got?”

Squeaking in alarm, I turned around to see Jungkook’s leer as he was walking backwards.

I rubbed the back of my neck in annoyance, my mind all made up.

Okay, you want y? I’ll give you y, you punk Maknae!

Counting in my head, I began dancing to the chorus reminding myself to exude iness and seduction, moving closer to Jungkook, taunting him with my moves.

As I was a few inches away from him, I noticed his face getting beet red and I got ready for my big finish. I flipped my hair then proceeded with the hand-crotch-hip-bump move with all the iness I could muster and ended with a pose. Unable to take it anymore, Jungkook turned around abruptly, with V’s guffaws filling the air. I gave my winning smirk and retreated a few paces backward, waiting for V’s instructions.

“Waah. You good. Very good! Kookie is shy. Hahaha.” V exclaimed in amazement, while Jungkook grumbled in the background.

I smiled widely. “Kamsahamnida, V – ssi.”

“Call me V. Or Tae. No formal.” He smiled disarmingly.

“Ok, T-tae.” I answered hesitantly.

Grinning, Tae called Kookie over. “Kookie – ah! You teach her. Little more.”

Jungkook reluctantly stepped over, blushing a bit from earlier and showed me the steps.

Gehehe. Forever, the Baby Bunny eh.

Obediently, I mirrored his steps, with him correcting me once in a while. Like before, within a few rounds, I memorized the steps by heart. I demonstrated it to them one last time to Tae’s and Jungkook’s (reluctant) delight.

“Ok. You done. You rest. There’s time.” Tae announced looking around to make sure the others aren’t done yet. They aren’t, as they are still quite into it, although Feng Jiu – unni’s team was about to wrap up.

Smiling gratefully, I bent to my knees, my arms in front of me to keep my balance. Tae knelt in front of me as well, hands on his face, casually observing me. “Yeppuda!”(Pretty!) He suddenly gushed. I cringed then smiled stiffly, subsequently pointing to myself. “Nan yeppeuji anh-a.” (I’m not pretty.) I firmly but gently denied. Tae pouted. “Ani! Neo yeppuda!” (No! You are pretty!)

This is hopeless.

“Ne.” I reluctantly agreed.

“Jungkookie!” Tae – oppa suddenly called Jungkook and he sauntered over to us. Grinning conspiratorially with him, Tae – oppa focused on me. “Y/N – ssi you tell us about you.”

Oh it’s chatting time then.

“Ok. N-naneun isib il sal-ida. Naneun pillipin-eseo wassseubnida.” (I’m 21 years old. I’m from the Philippines.) I shakily explained with the Korean that I knew. I’ve been in Korea for 3 dal (months) now. Oh! And I used to teach English before I got recruited.” I finished.

“Wah! Neo pillipin in-iya? Meositta! (You’re Filipino? Cool!)” Tae exclaimed in wonder. “You teach English? Kookie want to learn English. You teach him please?” He pleaded in his usual V way.

“Hyung!” Jungkook yelled in protest.

“Shh!”

“U – um. I don’t think that’s a good idea. He doesn’t like me. And I’ll be busy learning Hanguk and other languages as well, so I won’t have the time.” I explained.

“Ne. Kurigu, (And) I hate byeontae!” Jungkook protested with all his might.

This again.

“Museun mal-iya, Kookie – ah? (What do you mean, Kookie?) Tae asked in puzzlement.

“I apologized already didn’t I? It was an accident!” I seethed at Jungkook.

Tae glanced at me surprised at my tone. Then he cleared his throat. “Ahh. So done. You teach him. He teach you Korean. No problem. You start tomorrow.” He finished, leaving no room for argument.

“Mwo?” (What?) we both screeched outraged at his finality.

Tae just grinned in his silly way and shot a quick glance at Jungkook as if to tell him he wants all the details later.

Jungkook gulped nervously and I became nervous as well, worried about which version of the story he was going to tell to his hyung.

“Ok everybody up!” RM whooped abruptly and we all scrambled to our feet towards the dance floor.

“Now that everyone’s gotten the choreography, let the dance battle begin! First up are the ladies. Have you decided which one will be which?” He asked us.

We glanced at each other, then Somi – unni spoke out. “Ne! I’ll be Jin – ssi and V – ssi, Feng Jiu will be J – Hope – ssi and Jimin – ssi, Haru will be Suga – ssi and RM – ssi and Y/N will be Jungkook – ssi. “

Stuck with Jungkook again?

I sneaked a glance at him and he had the same reaction as me.

Whatever. I’ll just dance my out.

“Ok! Now let’s see you move!” RM went to the sound system in the corner and plugged in the music.

We crowded at the center as the music began to play and we exploded in a whirlwind of dance and energy.

It was the first time I felt that we were a girl group and not trainees, as I sensed and saw our moves harmonize and complement each other. It’s like the desire to be acknowledged as people who could do it and who could also be global superstars, was fueling us to be even fiercer, ier and just be on fire with our moves.

Shortly, the chorus came up and we burst into a volley of bumps and kicks, with each of us channeling our characters. I channeled my inner Jungkook too, when his part came up and I gave him a quick wink, with him coughing in surprise in response. Soon, the song came to a close and we held our poses, breathing heavily from rush and exhilaration.

Stillness enveloped the studio. Then a series of stunned whoops and claps sprang from the Bangtan Boys. The unnis and I beamed at each other feeling very proud, as we straightened from our positions.

RM ran over to us first, wearing a very surprised grin. “Wow! That was awesome you guys!” “Daebak!” cried out Jin, Suga and Jimin coming up behind him. “Amazing!” J – Hope and Tae - oppa crowed stopping just before us. “Jjeoreo.” (Dope.) Jungkook murmured a little to my left. I glanced to him and he showed me a small smile.

Well, maybe the ice has been broken a tiny bit? I thought, I little hopeful.

“Now then, it’s our turn!” RM declared with a playful smirk.

BTS being BTS, they performed the dance flawlessly and dare I say even better than their previous performances. Every time they perform, they just get even better, it’s unreal.

Eventually, the dance battle was over and unsurprisingly BTS won with Shin seonsaengnim as the judge. She applauded us on our performance and our ability to master choreography in a small amount of time, but still gave us feedback on how to improve. BTS praised us as well and wished us luck. Pretty soon, the boys had to leave due to prior engagements. “Well, that was it ladies. You all did a good job today!” RM said. “Unfortunately, we gotta go. Good luck on your training. And if you ever need anything, just give us a call.”

He assured us as he gave a gaping Somi – unni a calling card with all of Bangtan’s cell numbers. “Annyeong!” he and Bangtan said in unison. We all bowed to them in farewell. I gave a quick wave to a wildly grinning Tae when a voice suddenly taunted in my ear. “Not bad. Hajiman, (But) I’m not done, Noona.” I swiveled my head in surprise and saw Jungkook’s familiar evil smirk as he sauntered out the room.

Break the ice, my .