Have you ever fallen in love? Your heart jumps crazily in your chest and you can feel every blood vessel traveling throughout your veins. The increasing of your heart throbbing, just won't leave you alone.

Well, that was how I fell in love.

My name is Song Mi-Young. You would think that a girl like me who was born with a silver spoon in my mouth would be the happiest person alive. With all the money that my parents make, it could probably last us a few lifetimes. You would think that I'm a spoiled brat who gets whatever I want.

But that's where you are wrong.

My life had been planned out for me ever since I started breathing on this planet. I had a mouth, ears, and eyes of my own, but all throughout my life, I've been told what to eat, what to listen to, and what I could watch and let my eyes consume.

I was like a bird, a caged bird. Even with the most exquisite and beautiful wings, I wasn't allowed to fly. I was lonely as an only child and my only breather was my best friend Kang Yumi.

We grew up together and she was the only other child that my parents allowed me to keep as a friend because her parent was of the same status as us.

I was told how to act, how to dress, even how to walk. I had to keep my posture straight with my head held high. I didn't like how my parents raised me. I didn't necessarily hate them, but I didn't wholeheartedly love them either. I was yearning for freedom. I wanted nothing more than to be able to make my own choices in life and not have everything laid out for me.

I had finally just turned 18 years old when I accidentally turned the TV to M Countdown when I meant to turn it off. I was immediately enticed by the group that took the stage. It was a group of boys by the name of BTS, who looked about my age. Maybe a few of them were younger, maybe older, but one particular boy caught my attention.

He had on a scary looking face mask that covered most of his face and only his dark piercing eyes were shown. It was his mask that caught my eyes at first, but the way he moved his body to the music instantly kept my eyes glued on him. My orbs followed his every movement across the stage. The seven boys would sing and rap into their mics, but what stuck on to my mind and heart was their repetitive lyric, 'What is your dream?'

What was my dream?

I sighed sadly to myself because of my reality. I was never allowed to dream. My parents already had my future set for me. I was the heiress to our family business and I was to take it on after my father has properly trained me and when he thinks I am ready.

I watched on as the seven talented boys, who wore overly hip hop black and white clothes with chains hanging around their neck, dance all over the stage. One boy had on a pair of sunglass and his hair was pretty weird. (hehehehe... Sorry president Namjoon. I just had to, but I still love you! ^_^).

The other six boys were good at singing and dancing too as I observe them all, but my eyes eventually fall back on the same boy with the scary looking face mask. I just couldn't look away from him. His body moved so well with the beat of the music and I just knew that he had to be the best dancer out of the group. I noticed that he was also a rapper of the group. It was his turn to rap into the mic.

'Throw a fastball on the after school studying,
Disobey the hell like society pardon the dream,
Ask yourself 'bout the profile of your dream,
Become the subject of your own life, away from suppression.'

It was then that those words hit me hard that it made my eyes welled up with tears. I felt like he was telling me to go for my dream.

Again, what was my dream?

I had no dream, but as I watched him continue to dance, I felt my body starting to move on its own, along with the beat. It was as if my body was under a spell and I just moved along with him. I followed along, copying his dance, quickly picking up every hand movement and footwork. It wasn't until the song was over that I finally realized what I had been doing.

I was dancing and my heart drummed loudly inside of my chest. I was out of breath, but my heart was jumping with joy. It was then that I just knew I had fallen in love. I had found my dream.

I want to be a dancer.

As soon as BTS ended their stage, I turned the TV off wanting to learn more about BTS. I ran to my room and immediately my laptop. I browse through the internet looking up any information that I could about BTS and finally found him.

Jung Hoseok aka J Hope of BTS.

He was a year older than me, born on February 18, 1994. And I was right, he was the best dancer of the group. Before Hoseok joined BTS, he had already been dancing. He was an underground dancer and was a part of the street dance group called NEURON.

As I read more information on Hoseok, I just became even more drawn to him. Not to mention that behind that scary mask, was a handsome 19-year-old boy who was the happy pill of the group. His intense gazes in his pictures online and his sunny-like personality on videos that I watched on Youtube contradicted each other that you would think he had DID. (Dissociative identity disorder)

I found myself giggling and laughing at how funny these seven boys were. And that's when I fell into the rabbit hole. I fell deep into their music and became an ARMY soon after.

Now, 3 years later, I was still an active ARMY with my bias as Hoseok and the other six members as my bias wrecker.

BTS has never disappointed me when it came to their music and of course, I would cover their dances all the time whenever they had a comeback. I found myself being able to follow along easily and sometimes, I even came up with my own choreography.

But all this was done behind closed doors. Only Yumi knew my love and passion for dancing. My parents knew nothing of this side of me. I had wanted to let them know of my dream many times, but I always end up chickening out. I will tell them one day and I hope that when I do, they will accept my dream and let me start taking dance lessons.....

And maybe then, when I've become a dancer, I'll have the courage to face and meet Hoseok. Because ever since Hoseok found my dream for me, I wanted to share a stage with him. I want to perform together with him at least once in my life.

Jung Hoseok, my inspiration.....

My dream...

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Hello, hello, hello!

Have I caught your attention yet with the prologue? Hehehe. I'm excited for this one, but I will officially start this book after the completion of Blind Love......

BTW, that little scene about Mi-Young becoming an ARMY was literally me, but it was during the Wings era.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears got me hooked and then I started looking up more information on the boys and started watching every music videos that were out before BS&T. I started watching Bangtan Bombs and once I saw how funny the boys were and how much they really love each other, I fell deep into the rabbit hole and I have never been happier. I am OT7 and I can't choose a bias because I love all 7 members too much. ^_^

Anyways, how did you all fall into the BTS rabbit hole? I would like to hear.

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