You finally slid into the seat in front of Eunji, your mind still reeling from the whirlwind of the last few minutes. The world felt… different. Eunji waved a hand in front of your face.
“Helloooo? Earth to Y/N. Did someone just die or something?”
The question snapped you out of your daze. You looked at Eunji, your mouth still slightly open in disbelief. You shook your head slowly, unable to articulate the shock. Your friend sighed, exasperated.
“Then why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes.
“I do not.”
Eunji raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
“Yes, you do. Now spill. What happened? Did a guy ask you out? Did someone die? Did you witness a murder? Did you—"
You cut her off, a quiet laugh escaping your lips.
“Nah. Something *way* better than all that.”
Eunji’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. She leaned forward, eager to hear. You smiled, handing her the card the man had given you moments before.
“I got scouted. By Big Hit.”
Eunji’s eyes widened as she looked at the card, her expression shifting to one of stunned disbelief.
“Oh. My. Gosh. Y/N! That’s incredible! They scouted you because of your dance, right? You’re the top student in this school. They won’t find a better dancer anywhere!”
You laughed, lightly slapping her hand.
“Stop exaggerating, Eunji.”
Eunji grinned, resting her chin on her palm.
“I’m not. You *are* the best dancer ever. We’re at the top dance school in the country, and you’re the top student. How many people can say that?”
You shrugged, deciding not to argue. She smiled triumphantly.
“See? You can’t argue. I win.”
You shook your head and grinned. Pulling your wallet from your bag, you handed Eunji a few bills.
“I’m going to tell my parents and then head over to the company building.”
Eunji waved the money away with a playful flick of her wrist.
“Keep it, Y/N. You didn’t even eat anything. I’ll pay for myself.”
You grinned and tucked the bills back into your pocket, apologizing for leaving her alone before rushing out the door.
A few hours later, you stood before Big Hit’s building, nervously tugging at the straps of your bag. A knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach. Should you knock? Should you just walk in? Deciding to be bold, you reached for the handle, opening the door slightly and peering inside. The receptionist looked up and smiled warmly.
“Can I help you, miss?”
You stepped inside, the door closing quietly behind you.
“My name is Y/N… I was scouted a few hours ago…”
The receptionist’s face lit up with recognition.
“Ah, yes. Y/N. Please, come with me. Your parents have been informed, yes?”
You nodded, relief washing over you. The receptionist smiled.
“Perfect! You’ll be given a dorm. We expect you to move in as soon as you graduate. You graduate in a few weeks, correct?”
You nodded again, excitement bubbling up inside you. A dorm, a private practice room, top-tier choreographers… and idols! You couldn’t wait to begin.
Little did you know that training to become an idol would be one of the most demanding and stressful experiences of your life.