You Can't Run and You Can't Hide || BTS

Chapter One

Unless specified, all characters will be speaking in Korean. English will be underlined like this.

Disclaimer: Anxiety, depression, rape or issues along those lines may be present. We are NOT trying to romanticize anything of the sort. As well, all ages will be western because Korean age is complicated and we're really bad with it, sorry. Thank you!

Word Count: 6,748

Emerald's Point Of View

Placing the last box down I sighed and looked around the now cluttered apartment. There was no room to relax besides a small corner of the couch where I managed to squeeze myself. I sighed, feeling my muscles relax as I pulled my laptop into my lap.

Google: Jobs near me, Seoul, Korea

About 6,750,000 results (0.78 seconds)

The first tab pulled up and I internally groaned. I was trying to forget the fact I needed a job. I just wanted to relax and give myself time to move in, but that's not how it worked. I have things to pay for because I was an adult now.

As I scrolled through the seemingly endless pages of jobs a specific headline stuck out to me: Backup Dancer Job Hiring. I clicked into the link and the site for Big Hit Entertainment appeared.

"BigHit Entertainment is hiring a select amount of traveling backup dancers for one of our bands. Must be capable of learning new dances quickly and dancing in front of large crowds. If this sounds like something you're interested in auditions will be held tomorrow at noon.."

The site went on to give the address and date, which by the way, was tomorrow. I internally groaned as I looked over to the clock: 7:00. I exhaled softly and shut my laptop. I got up from my spot, and put the laptop into my now empty seat as I began to unpack boxes and put them into their proper places. By 10:00 I was too exhausted to keep going and at this rate I'd be too sore to audition, so I laid on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. Before I knew it I had fallen asleep, dreaming of things I wouldn't remember the next morning.

I was awoken the next morning by my ringtone. Too tired to check the caller ID I put it up to my ear and answered.

"Hello,"

"Hey... I'm surprised you answered,"

The familiar voice sent chills through my body as I hung up the phone and stood. I looked over to the clock hanging on my wall and felt myself stop breathing: 11:30. I ran around the house, throwing on whatever clothes I could find and ran out the door. People, cars, trees; everything passed so quickly as I rushed to the studio. By the time I made it I was panting, sweating, and realizing that I was dressed in all black. Just the impression I wanted to make on a first audition.

I shook out my nerves and walked in. The place was beautiful and there were people bustling about happily. I breathed in and smiled walking up to the front desk. An older man sat at a computer, smiling up at me.

My shyness kicked in and suddenly I was frozen with anxiety, "Uh, I.."

He smiled, "if you're looking for the audition room it's down the hall, the third door to your left,"

I gave him a shy, gracious smile as I slowly walked. Bracing myself, I walked into the room. It seemed as though I was the last one there considering there were nearly 40 people there stretching, talking, and getting themselves ready to go. I went to an empty spot, though it felt like there would be absolutely no room to dance considering I could barely find one, and started stretching. It was a nice studio, but it was claustrophobic.