Yoongi #1
You:
You walked out of JYP Entertainment studio, crying your eyes out. They said you weren't good enough for them. They said you had an amazing voice, you spoke Korean and English very well, and they said you danced perfectly, but it was that you didn’t fit their “certain type”. You don’t have long straight hair, you have long curly hair. You don't have long enough legs, you're quite short average height though. You are 5’5 feet tall and you didn’t fit. Come on now, you thought. But you weren’t good enough. You ran home and cried yourself to sleep for days.
You came out of your flashback to your producer snapping his fingers in your face. “Y/n? Are you there?” He says. You nod. “Yes, yes, yes I am here.” You say. “I was saying that your new song is amazing. It’s already climbed up onto the billboard hot 100’s.” He says. “Really?!” You say. “Yes! It’s at number 15. Oop-- Nevermind, it’s at 13.” Your producer says. You jump up and down. “Yes, thank you! Thank you, Maxx!” You say and hug him. He smiles and pats your head.
“Hey, I told you that just because I am only 21, doesn’t mean I am a baby.” You pout. “It does to me. I’m 46. I have the right.” He says. “No, you don’t, Maxx.” You whine. “Aw, nevermind! Okay, so, are you gonna sit down?” He asks. You nod and sit down immediately. “You wanted to tell me something…?” You say. “Ah, yes. Uhm, how to say this…” He says. You start to panic.
“What is it? Is it bad? Am I losing?” You say. “No, no, no. No, of course not. It’s...Y/n, you are going to the BBMA’s!” He yells. You jump up again. “Maxx Her! Don’t you lie!” You say, starting to cry. “I’m not lying,” Maxx says calmly. “I’m going to the BBMA’s!? Really?!” You say, sobbing. “Yes, you are!” Maxx says. “They want you to perform a cover.” He says. “Okay, well, I can do that.” You say. You wipe away your tears while laughing and sitting down. “Well, what are you gonna cover then, Y/n?” Maxx asks.
You pretend to think deeply on this question. “Obviously ‘Life goes on’! Of course, of course, of course. No question about it.” You say. Maxx stares at you. “I wasn’t gonna- Nevermind. Y/n, you will need to be ready to sing that in two days, understand?” He says. “Yes, sir!” You say and salut to him. Maxx cracks up. “Get the hell out of here,” He says, laughing and waves. You get up and run out the studio.
You run out of the front door, then remember you have fans and you’re becoming what is called, a famous celebrity. You run right back into the door and wait for your guard, Kenza, that Maxx has assigned to you. She is a female and she is strong. You are friends and she says, “I will protect you with my life, Y/n,” a lot.
She runs towards you. “Y/n, be careful!” She says. You stare at her blankly, then you two crack up and walk out to the car. She drives you home where you think about what you could possibly wear at the BBMA’s and you practice ‘Life goes on’.
Two days later - You:
You get out of the car and look around at all the camera’s flashing and fans screaming. You grab Kenza’s hand and you all, as in you, Kenza, Maxx and a few other guards, walk to the door of the building where tonight will be the first time you’ve performed on an awards show. You step into the building and become overwhelmed with excitement. You think back to when JYP rejected you.
You smile for the camera’s. After a while you are back stage putting on a whole new outfit. Your outfit is calm. It’s chill. It’s….a pair of ripped jeans, a black t-shirt, a golden chain, and black huaraches. You're proud of what you chose to wear. It’s comfortable and not too much. You check your phone once more before you get called out onto the stage.
You walk to the middle of the floor and the colored lights come on. You chose black and red for the lights. Your head was lowered, but it is now up and looking at the huge crowd. I can do this, I can do this, you repeat in your head until the music comes on. I’ve got this! And you start to sing.
“Eoneu nal sesang-i meomchwoss-eo, amuleon yegodo hana eobs-i, bom-eun gidalim-eul mollaseo, nunchi eobs-i wabeolyeoss-eo, baljagug-i jiwojin geoli, yeogi neom-eojyeoissneun nahonja gane sigan-i, mianhae maldo eobs-i yeah, oneuldo biga naelil geos gat-a, heumppeog, jeoj-eobeolyeossne, ajigdo meomchujil anh-a, jeo meogguleumboda ppalli dallyeoga.”
You look around at the crowds faces, to see a lot of the jaws dropped. “Like an echo in the forest, haruga doraogetji amu ildo eopttan duishi, Yeah life goes on. Like an arrow in the blue sky. Tto haw deo naragaji on my pillow, on my table, Yeah life goes on. Like this again,”
After your performance, you bow to the claps of the crowd. I did it! You smile and bow. Maybe I will be able to do this next year. You walk off the stage and go with Maxx into the crowd and find your seats. After you sit down, you watch Beyonce, Alicia Keys, Chance The Rapper, Ariana Grande, Justin Beiber, Lizzo, Billie Eilish, and then BTS perform. Why were they last performance? Wait-- They were here! That means they heard my cover!
Suddenly you were very self conscious. You watch the rest of the award show in silence. They start announcing nominations and to your surprise you were on at least 4 of the nomination lists. “Maxx! Why didn’t you tell me!?” You say. You notice his smile. “You wanted me to be surprised!” You realized and he nods. You smile a giant smile. You hug him.
But then you become nervous and anxious when people start to announce winners of the nominations. You lose 3 of the nominations. You’re leaning forward in your seat, fingers crossed, when the members of BTS walk out onto the stage. All seven of them. They won a few nominations. You become self conscious again. I’m never going to win one. I’m too new to this.
“And the winner of this nomination is….” RM says, opening the little envelope. “Y/n!!!” He yells. “What!?!” You yell. “You won it, Y/n!” Maxx yells. You jump and Maxx pushes you out into the aisle. You walk up to front slowly, waving, smiling, and trying not to cry. When you step up on the stage, you look at the boys of BTS. “Thank you so much for your inspiration.” You say. They nod, smile and RM hands you the award.
You step up to the MIC while the boys take one step back. You look at the crowd again and you do start to cry. You smile. “Well, uhm, thank you all so much for this. I never thought I would make it here, and I am so happy I did. Thank you, to my mom, for never giving up on me. Thank you for my producer, Maxx, for believing in me. Thank you, BTS, for changing my life with your music. I never thought you’d be giving me an award. And lastly, thank you my fans, for being the best fans I could ever ask for. I love you all.” You scream the last part.
You bow again to the crowd then turn to the boys of BTS. You guys all walk back behind the stage. At first you’re too shy to say anything. But, Jin says; “You’re really good. We appreciate you.” And you smile really wide. “ I appreciate you guys. You are everything to me.” You say. They smile and Suga steps up to you. “Hey, Y/n.” He says, extending a hand. You shake his hand. “Hello, Suga.” You say. “You can call me Yoongi,” He says. “Hello, Yoongi.” You say, laughing. “I think you’re an amazing singer. We all do. And, uhm, I wanted to ask if you wanted to make a song with me?” He says. He scratches his head.
“Sure, that sounds fun.” You say, calm on the outside. But on the inside you’re like; Oh, my gosh! Yoongi of BTS just asked to make a song with! I am losing it! He smiles at you. “Cool, let’s meet up at your studio..?” He says. “Sure thing,” You say, shy. “Uhm, here’s my number. I’ll be ready tomorrow, if you want to send me the address.” He says, handing you a piece of paper. No way. You’re fucking lying. “Thank you! I will do that,” You say and smile. He waves and walks away. You walk back to your seat, feeling like you’re in the clouds.
“What’s up with you?” Maxx asks. “Suga from BTS wants to make a song with me,” You say dreamily. “Really!? That’s amazing, Y/n!” He says. “Thank you, Maxx. For everything. I wouldn’t be here without you. Seriously,” You say. “Aw, man. Don’t get all mushy 21 year old, on me, Y/n.” Maxx says, but smiles. “I’m not mushy, meany- I mean, Maxx.” You say, smiling. And you watch the rest of the show, still in the clouds.
Part two definitely coming, no doubt. This was just getting long. -Steph
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