I'm Next In Line To Be Exo's Girlfriend!
Description
YOU are one of the richest girls in Korea. Your life was perfect, and you didn't want anything to be changed. But, without warning, you were signed up to participate in a nation-wide contest. A contest that would decide who would get to be the girlfriend of the hottest and newest rookie group of the year, EXO~. At first you want nothing to do with the so-called "stupid contest", but you soon discover something worth more than money, LOVE...
12 guys forced to join a cOnTeSt... unsure of who they were gonna meet. Their manager said that there was this one girl who was chosen in the entire country of Korea and the boys were going to have to compete for her "affection". They thought they had this in the bag, but what happens when they find that she doesn't like idols at all! And what's worse is what happens when some of them start falling for her? Will this mean war between the idols and a possible "break-up"? Or will they be able to make-up and fight a fair fight...
Foreword
Your POV
" Mom I don't want to be in the stupid contest!" You yelled as you entered your enormous house.
" It doesn't matter! You have to go no matter how much you hate it!" She yelled back at you, causing you to wince a little. See, the problem was your "dear" mother entered you into a HUGE contest to be some idol's girlfriend without your consent. At this, NORMAL girls would squeal and shout for joy, but you weren't a normal girl, and you didn't want to date an idol.
" But mom!"
" You have to go! You were chosen out of hundreds of girls!" Oooh! She got you there.
" But-"
" No 'buts'! I'm not going to take 'no' for an answer! You are going to participate in this contest and that's final!" Your mom gave you a stern look that told you she wasn't going to budge.
" Fine." You whispered and ran off to your bedroom. After purposely slamming your door, you plopped down on your bed to cry your sorrow out, remembering to grab a pillow to shove into your face so it could muffle the sounds.
Exo's POV
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