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1.

Being a foreign in Korea seems kinda unusual. Everyone keeps staring at you waiting to be robbed. Like, it's not my fault my friend dragged me here to go to college together in Seoul.

Atleast she's studying law, so we won't have to live in a confind space.

I looked around the apartment once more before closing the door behind me.

I started jogging through the busy streets of Seoul.

I fiddled with the collar of my shirt. I'm not the type of person to go over board with outfits. Right now I'm wearing a black sweatpants and an over sized black shirt. My hair is tied back into the messiest bun that ever messed. I look like I just woke up and that could be the reason I'm getting stares from people. I don't have a problem with this I'm kinda used to it by now.

I dotched a few cars that I could've sworn was trying to kill me and jogged across the street to the few buildings located at the end of the city.

My work is not big talk like being a doctor or a lawyer. It's just something little to make some payment, since I have a share in rent with my law studying friend. She's just doing it to prick me off but I still love her.

I work as an assistant for a director for music videos. Surprisingly I don't meet alot of celebrities at my work. It's just some newbies that wants to become famous for attention and money.

I carelessly put my hands in my pockets and open the door to my work building.

Inside everyone was staring into my soul.

I gulped and turned to my director.

"Hey Sam! Who we filming today?" I asked her, putting my bag down. I looked across to the group. The filming lights we're to bright to see their faces.

"BTS." She said carelessly, taking a sip from her coffee.

The words that left her mouth made me stand still in my spot. I gaped at her not believing what I just heard.

I turned back to them. The lights we're turned down a bit making it better for me to see them clearly. All 7 of them were staring, their mouths slightly ajar.

I quickly made my way to the bathroom not making eye contact because I had a horrid fear they were already looking at me.

I closed the door and leaned against it.

"Why is BTS at my work?"

I looked down to my clothes.

"Why didn't I atleast put more evert into my outfit?"

I sighed and walked to the mirror.

My friend was the one who recently got me into BTS. She wouldn't stop yapping about them and over the time I gave in. She played me some of their songs and I had to admit that they sound very good. I'm not an Army but I'm part of the fandom.

I examined my face. A few freckles here and there with a pimple right under my chin. Thank goodness for concealer.

I plucked a few strands out of my bun to form against my face.

I smoothed my clothes down and walked to the door.

I reached for the handle with my shaky hand and opened the door.

I was greeted by the same 7 faces. They all turned and looked at me once again.

I scraped my confidence together and waved at them, greeting them with a 'Hello'

They all did the same and waved back, little hellos peeping from all of them.

I quickly walked past them to go stand next to the director.