My Idol

Prologue

No one would believe it if someone said BTS was originally supposed to be 8 members, because there is no evidence that the idea ever existed. BigHit ensured that I was wiped off the map of the Idol industry, preventing me from getting any job within the industry, even as a makeup artist or assistant. But I was right there with the boys, training 16 hours almost every day, sleeping in a room the size of a broom closet because my parents refused to let me stay in the same room as the boys in the apartment. I was supposed to be a debut surprise. I was never mentioned in any promotions or videos, never in any photos. BigHit thought it would be a good way to increase their audience. It was a risk but so was having a rap concept. Being a small company, risks are what it took to be recognized. And people loved female rappers in western media. I could rap, dance, and do the high notes and soulful bridges in songs, not to brag. I was only a year older than Jungkook, born in '96. But my hopes of becoming an idol were crushed, all because I liked a boy...

Jungkook and I were practically inseperable, always talking together during breaks, sitting at dinner together (when we actually had sit-down dinner), and meeting up after dark to talk. Even after run-throughs of choreography when there was no talking, only catching our breath, he found a way to lay next to me against the wall. He was shy but he always made the effort to talk with me. That eventually became our- well, my, downfall.

I still think back on our times together in the practice room...

**Flashback**

"Y/n-ssi, are you okay?" Jungkook called out from the other side of the room with his toothy smile, showing his bunny teeth. His ears were red, he was nervous. I think he always was when he talked to me.

"Yah! Jungkook-ah! I'm older than you! You call me noona!" I hollered at him, which made him laugh. He used relaxed honorifics because he knew I would react. But he knew I was joking, and I knew he was joking too. He would never hurt my feelings on purpose. He was really kind. But nevertheless I marched up to him and grabbed his ear, pulling on it. He was slightly taller than me, also beating the 'me being older' allegations. "You better respect your elders, Jungkookie." I spoke loudly, getting close to his face. We always messed around so I was comfortable being so close to him. But he didn't say anything, he only smiled. His deep brown orbs locked into my Y/C (your color) orbs. His big eyes shined brightly at me even though they were starting to hide behind his eyelids as his smile grew larger. My cheeks betrayed me and turned bright pink. He reached for my hand, still holding his ear. I felt his soft embrace pull my hand away and his touched lingered, maybe too long. People around might have noticed that this teasing turned into something else.

"Yah, you two! Stop fighting!" Namjoon spoke up, pulling us apart. Probably for the best. He was saving us from being reprimanded by the adults later.

"Let's get back to work." Hoseok spoke up, clapping his hands which echoed through the practice room to get everyone's attention. 

Okay, time to focus