Breathe in, Breathe out.
Description
Anita is an 19 year old student and convenience store worker. Her parents moved to Korea from England when she was just 2 years old, and she is fluent in both english and korean. Her friends are big idol fans, and due to their enthusiasm Anita tries to keep up with them. She is dragged around at different TV shows and concerts, but because of all the new faces appearing in the business, she's having trouble at remembering all of them. All in all, she finds it to be quite a bother. She prefers spending time studying and working for her parents household than running around drooling over idols.
That is, until that day...
Okay guys. This is my first ever fanfiction, so I don't want you to bash it completely. You can bash a little, if you find the need, but I think the keywords I'm looking for are 'constructive criticism'. Also, I feel it's necessary to let ya'll know that english is NOT my first language, so I do make mistakes. Please bear with me. ^^
Foreword
I never quite got the concept of following idols around all day. I never understood why it was important to check their twitter accounts every hour to see if they updated what they had for lunch yet. I never understood why they were any better than us. My friends understood all this at once. I think it's some gene they got in with their korean milk or something. My mother laughs at me when I say it, but I'm seriously starting to believe there's something there.
It's been like this for the last 2 years. Always being where "it" happens. "It" can be different things. The last place an idol ate, the last shop (s)he shopped in or the last place public restroom an (s)he walked out of. The worst part about all this is that we're not alone. There are always someone else running to the same location we are.
This has only strengthened my milk theory.
My friends current obsession is B2ST. Apparently, we've been their fan since debut.
I should really start learning these band names.
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