Engrish [BTS x Reader]

Chapter 1

Your POV;

Stupid TEFL test. It won't submit. Oh, never mind. You hit the submit button, and see the spinning wheel pop up on the stage. You lean your chest up on the desk. Your heart is pounding so hard that it is pushing up against your ribcage, thus making your chest expand and contract, causing you to move backward and forward to the beats of your heart. The computer dings cheerfully, signifying the test results. You shut your eyes tightly, waiting a couple seconds, and open your eyes slowly. You see the results, and practically jump into the air. You passed! Not just that, you did amazing. You laugh loudly, and pull your ginger hair out of its tight bun. You are ecstatic, and are jumping on your bed. Your labrador walks into your room, and looks at you weird. 

"I'm going OVERSEEAAASSS!" You sing harshly. Your dog sits down on the ground, itches his ear, and walks out of the room. You prance around your room happily. Talking your giant stuffed animal, you dance around the room. Not caring, you bang on your keyboard piano. 

"Y/N!" Your roommate screams. "What the hell you doin?" 

In response to this, you leap up from your chair, and bound into the hallway, right into your roommate Kendall. She splutters and pushes you away from her. She places her hands on her hips and looks at you, expecting an answer. 

"I passed the tefl test!" You say, releasing her shoulders. She looks at me, and tucks a strand of purple hair behind her ear. "Nice hair btw.

"I know. " She says proudly. "So, when are you leaving?" 

"Dunno." 

"Leave now!" Kendall says, pushing me towards the door. I laugh, and swerve out of her grip. "Oh. Jordan said she is going to come pick you up. To go where? I dunno!" She says, walking back into the kitchen confidently. You pull out your phone, and see texts from your best friend Jordan. You reply to them, and walk into your room. Changing into a sweatshirt and jeans, you prepare for Jordan. You walk to the mirror, straighten your redheaded bangs, and scrunch your nose to check out your many little brown freckles. You then hop down the stairs happily to put on your pink Converse. Jordan calls you to say that she is outside. You see her car outside and wave to her. She motions for you to get in,

"Yo!" She says, sweeping her short blonde hair out of her face. You smile, to see your other friend Aman in the back. You strap your seatbelt on, and Jordan turns the music up before she drives out of the lot. 

"So, wassup?" You ask, turning back to face Aman. 

"We wanted to take you out to a skeptical Sushi restaurant." He says. You groan and roll your eyes. Your friends utilize you all the time, just because you speak the three main Asian languages. You had to learn, in order to achieve your dream of living abroad and becoming an English teacher. You pull up to a small mom-and-pop store with signs in broken English. 

"Helloo!" An older man greets you when you enter the store. You look around, at the products, signs, and equipment. Everything points to this man being Korean. His wife in the back stares at you awkwardly, as if she doesn't know what to say.

"Annyeonghaseyo!" You say, bowing slightly (very slightly) you smile at the man. He looks at you in surprise, but then smiles happily. His wife comes out to talk to you, and apologizes because she isn't very good at English. You and your friends order, and have a great time translating for both of them. You finish the sushi, made by Koreans, ironically enough. You say goodbye to the beaming couple, and you and your friends get ready for the next adventure. You and your crew are halfway to a popular park, when you get a call from Kendall.

"Yo." You say, answering the phone. 

"Duuude. You need to come home." She says, sounding surprised. "Your English-teaching forum is blowing up your inbox."

You turn to Jordan, and jokingly command her to drive you back home. Racing up the short flight of stairs, you fumble with the keys at your door. At hearing you, Kendall opens the door, and you rush in past her. You don't even take off your shoes, and you just bolt into your room. You log in to your laptop, and clack your fingernails against the desk impatiently. When it opens, your eyes widen to see the 36 emails your English teaching program has sent you. And they are all...job applications?

You scroll down furiously, sending your mouse flying onto the floor more frequently than not. Your phone beside you rings loudly, making you jump. It's the teaching forum. What do these people want?

"Miss Y/N?" You hear a lady ask.

"Yes?" You ask nervously.

"Congratulations! Your job application was requested! We'll be flying you here to LA in  one day, and you will be in Korea in less time than it takes you to blink." She says cheerfully. Korea? What?

"Excuse me, but I believed that I put on the major application that I was fluent in Mandarin." You say, emphasizing your words.

"Yes Ma'am you did, but you also said that you are fluent in Japan-eese and Koree-ahn." The lady says, her Texan accent confusing you. (I'm western (sort of) so I can say this)

"Soo, I'm being transferred to Korea?" You ask, surprising yourself with how okay you are with this. 

"Yes Ma'am!" The lady says enthusiastically. "Just look over the emails. You'll be set!" The lady says, suddenly disconnecting the phone.

"Hullo? Hello?" You ask frantically, shaking your phone. You groan dramatically. Going back to the emails, you see an apartment, map, and plane ticket. You are surprised at how much this company did for you. Woah. Your eyes widen at the sight of your new apartment, the location, and how far away it is away from your job is surprisingly convenient. But, the big-ass sign on the front of the work building surprises you. What the heck is Big hit Entertainment?

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A/N-

Well that was a short beginning. It's my first book I'm actually committing to, so I hope it ends well. I would love opinions and anything of the sort. Thank you for reading!

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