To Be Like B2ST

by b2sty-b2uty

SooYun and MiYoung have been drafted to a new girls group under CUBE entertainment. When they are thrown into the world of the popular boys group, B2ST, they soon question if it's even what they wanted to begin with. M for future safety

1. Chapter 1

A/N: I have never written a B2ST fanfic before, but I'm hoping that this will possibly be interesting I guess? Trying to be realistic, as well.

Chapter One

I was never an outgoing person offstage. I was never in groups, talking with all my friends. I was never the girl who everyone wanted to hang out with. It wasn't that I didn't like people – I was a great listener, and people would always turn to me for advice. I was just quiet.

People are always shocked when I tell them that.

I was, I was, I was. I don't know what I am now, to tell you the truth. I don't know what I will ever be. I know that I could become something, and everyone tells me that I will. I've been working my ass off for the longest time to be part of a girl's group at JYP's Cube branch, but so far, my group is only a duo.

They tell us our name is going to be Mimzy, which I think is stupid. Currently, Mimzy is made up of me, SooYun, and another girl, MiYoung. They want either four or five members to debut, but they have been having very weak auditions. The most we can do is write music and choreography. MiYoung and I have been forced into spending all of our time together, and I've found that we get along really well. In the past few months, we have become best friends. We have a lot in common; for instance, we both prefer Visual Kei, a style of Japanese rock, over any type of Korean music. We're currently living in a cheap apartment together, mostly because Cube doesn't want to waste money creating a dorm for us until we've gained popularity.

Although we're getting sick of waiting, we've come to love all of our Cube staff. We know the wait will be worth it, as well. One of Cube's other girl's groups, 4minute, is doing really well. We never really get to see our label mates, but we know that we're always in the same building. Eventually, they will prepare a dorm for Mimzy in the same building as B2ST, but until then, we have to deal with the awkward glances in the hall, the silent elevator rides.

"I don't know if they're just unfriendly," MiYoung began, "or just tired, but the guys in B2ST seem to hate me."

I laughed at her, "What makes you say that?"

"Well, I left my nice shoes in one of the practice rooms, I had been working on some of the choreography," she frowned, "and when I went in there, they stopped what they were doing and like.. stared at me, " I laughed at her, but she continued, "I'm serious! It was like I was a damn contagious virus."

"Well maybe they were in the middle of an argument or something," I laughed, "But I know Park wants us to sit in on one of their practices. He told me yesterday afternoon."

"But why?" MiYoung whined.

"Learning experience, I guess. I'm pretty curious. I haven't listened to their stuff that much, but I know they're doing really well," I shrugged.

MiYoung groaned and went to lay down on her back, keeping her relatively long legs crossed. She was definitely going to be a heartthrob. She was about 168 cm, thin, with very long hair and big eyes. She sang beautifully, too. She was the inspiration behind Mimzy, and has been a trainee for Cube for six months. I joined her about three months ago. I'm a very different look than her, and 2 years younger. I'm only 155cm, my hair is short and choppy, and I'm not as thin as her. My legs are bigger because I'm more of a dancer than a singer. Where MiYoung has to work hard at dancing and sings effortlessly, I am the opposite. Dancing has always been second nature to me. Even so, I danced more than I slept. If it were up to me, I would be paid to dance by myself, making up my own choreography and perfecting my original moves. Unfortunately, because I hate ballet, there is no career outlet for me.

Right on time, our choreographer, Mike Song, came in the practice room we were lounging in, "Girls. We've got another audition around 4, but until then, let's go hang out with B2ST."

"MiYoung thinks they hate her," I teased.

"Why would B2ST hate you? They've never even met you," Mike teased, "Get your butts up and let's go over there. I have to work with them anyway."

"New routine?" I instantly perked up.

"Not for you," he laughed.

"I like learning dances," I smiled shyly, "But I won't get in the way."

Mike chuckled and ushered us out of the practice room, "Now, they're going to be grouchy. They're always grouchy this early."

"It's 10 am," MiYoung said plainly.

"For those guys, 10 am might as well be 7 am. I imagine that's when you got here, right SooYun?"

I simply smiled. I liked the big practice room that 2PM used on the 3rd floor. They didn't usually get here until 9, so I liked to come in early and dance.

Mike opened the door to one of the bigger practice rooms and held it open for us.

"What's with the trainees?" a tall member I recognized to be the leader of B2ST, DooJoon, asked Mike quietly. Not quietly enough.

My face must have turned crimson, and I couldn't make eye contact. They had this sort of authority over us.

"They need to see some action today, and I need you guys to perform like these two are your audience," Mike said to the group of six, "Stretch. We're learning a new routine today."

"What song?" I didn't recognize the member who asked.

"Soom," Mike answered, "You haven't recorded that one yet, but I have the backing track and you guys know your words. I say stretch, no one's stretching," Mike turned to MiYoung and me, "You two can take a seat over there. Haw should be here in a minute."

I knew he was talking about. Haw from Prepix, one of the greatest hip hop dance groups in Korea. I got butterflies thinking about it. I had seen him passing in the hall once, but I got to see him for an extended time today. I got to see how he worked. He and Mike had already come up with their choreography for this song, but I hoped these guys would have more contribution. Being in a group like this wasn't for the sake of being a puppet. I knew HyunSeung was probably one of the greatest dancers at Cube. I watched the way he stretched and warmed up, hoping to learn something.

"Hi," I looked to where the voice had come and got poked right under the eye by a hand that was extended to shake mine, "Oh god I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I looked up at the voice to see DooJoon standing before MiYoung and me, "You're DooJoon, the leader."

"My reputation precedes me," he smiled, "You two are trainees for the potential new group, but I didn't catch your names."

"I'm MiYoung," MiYoung, who wasn't sitting, flirtatiously held out her hand to shake DooJoon's, "I volunteered for leader of Mimzy. This is SooYun."

"Nice to meet you two," DooJoon smiled at her. I knew what she was doing, MiYoung. She was getting buddy-buddy with the group, hoping they knew some potential members, or made an effort to kickstart our careers. It was working. He couldn't stop looking at her already.

"Nice to meet you as well, DooJoon," she winked, "I hope to learn from you as a leader."

"I hope I display the proper leader traits," he flirted, and then backed away; keeping his eyes locked on MiYoung, he said, "Pay attention today girls."

MiYoung sat down next to me, leaning back on her hands and crossing her ankles.

"How do you do it?" I asked.

"Do what?"

"Make guys do that," I laughed, "He's practically in love with you already."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she giggled.

I looked back to the group. There was a guy in the back who was giving us a strange, almost angry look. I looked away, scared that we were offending him or something. I focused on the scuffed floor, using the end of my sneaker to try to un-scuff the black mark closest to me. I was probably imagining things, he was probably just grouchy and looking around.

Mike's phone rang and he went out in the hall. The eight of us were left staring around the room like idiots.

"Guys, this is MiYoung, and," DooJoon paused, "SooYun. They're the trainees for the new girls group, Mimzy."

A baby-faced member choked back laughter, "Nice to meet you," he quickly covered up under MiYoung's gaze, "I'm Yoseob."

"And this is KiKwang, DongWoon, JunHyung, and HyunSeung," DooJoon pointed in order around the circle they had sort of fallen into.

DongWoon raised his hand in an awkward wave. He had been the one with the angry look on his face, but after a second look, he was cute and harmless looking. Yoseob had a cute smile on the face, and I thought for sure he was the maknae of the group.

"So, you girls aren't B2ST fans?" KiKwang asked, standing up and stretching his back.

"We've heard some stuff," MiYoung said simply, "but SooYun and I are more into the Japanese visual kei scene."

Yoseob raised his eyebrow, "What's that?"

"It's like gothic ro—"

"It's not gothic," MiYoung defended, "Not the stuff we like. You're thinking of extreme stuff."

"Well it's rock music," KiKwang finished, "My brother likes it."

MiYoung nodded, "But SooYun is a big fan of HyunSeung."

I felt the blood rush to my face, "I think you're a great dancer," I admitted.

He bowed his head a little in thanks, "Are you a dancer yourself?"

I shrugged, "I play around."

MiYoung gasped, "Are you kidding? She's the best female dancer I've ever seen. I bet she'll learn today's routine before you guys, and she won't even have to practice it before she nails it perfectly. Ugh. I hate you so much."

DooJoon laughed unnecessarily, and HyunSeung smiled at me, "Challenge accepted?"

"No, no," I waved my hand in front of my face, "I'm sure you guys will nail it before I can think twice about it."

"Oh come on," Yoseob laughed, coming up from a butterfly stretch, "You can't deny a challenge from your oppas."

I scratched my eyebrow awkwardly, "Okay, challenge accepted."

HyunSeung gave me a thumbs up, "More inspiration for these idiots to work hard."

DooJoon was still smiling at MiYoung, and she was completely blowing him off when Mike walked back in with Haw. My heart sped up.

"Mikey, you didn't tell us the trainee was a good dancer," HyunSeung pointed at me, "She claims she'll learn the routine before us."

"I didn't say that," I laughed, "They challenged me."

Mike shrugged, "She probably will. She's the most talented dancer I've seen in a trainee. She's right on your level, HyunSeung. Better watch out."

I knew my face must've been extremely red, so I went back to focus on the scuff mark from earlier.

"Haw, these two are trainees for a girls group, they're sitting in on B2ST today, is that alright?"

"Of course," Haw smiled, "nice to meet you girls. Dancer, what can I call you?"

"Her name is SooYun," Mike answered for me, "This is MiYoung."

"I look forward to your challenge," Haw smiled, "but the routine is very easy."

"I'm sure it is to you, Mr. Haw," I laughed, unsure of myself.

He brushed my compliment away, "Just pay close attention, yeah?"

I just nodded. I paid extremely close attention. They learned the counts for the chorus first, which was very easy. I paid close attention to everyone, and it seemed DongWoon was having trouble with keeping time. I watched him more closely and would occasionally see him wince. I wondered what was up with him.

"Think you got it, SooYun?" Mike asked. I nodded my head, so he waved me in front of the mirror, "Show us."

I stood up nervously. I didn't mind dancing in front of people, but this was different. This wasn't a performance, it was another audition. A test I had to pass.

They began the loop of the chorus, and I instantly felt the beat running through me, completing the simple routine all the way to the last 8 counts, and even threw in some of my own ideas for "breathe in breathe out" before the exaggerated breaths.

"DongWoon, were you paying attention?" Mike criticized in front of the group, "She kept on beat the whole time. Can we try to do that please?"

DongWoon nodded and gave me a weird look. It was halfway envy, halfway congratulatory. Mike asked me to sit down and HyunSeung gave me a discrete thumbs-up before they moved on.

After another 30 minutes, Mike let them break. MiYoung chose to sit right by everyone's water bottles, so they all came toward us. She was congratulating them on their good work, while I just smiled. When DongWoon bent down to get his water bottle, he held his back and squinted.

"Did you hurt yourself?" I asked quietly.

"I slept funny I guess," he admitted, "It's no excuse."

"Where is it hurting?" I asked.

"My lower and middle back," he took a seat against the wall a few feet away, "it's really no big deal."

"I can fix it," I mumbled, "My dad's a chiropractor."

DongWoon raised his eyebrow, "You can fix the fact that I slept funny?" He was clearly skeptical, but I nodded anyway, "How?"

"Pressing down on certain spots while you're lying in the right position," I shrugged, "It's just an option, you don't have to do it if you don't believe me."

DongWoon thought for a minute, "Have you done it before?"

MiYoung chose now to speak up, "She's like a genie with her hands. Anything from a crick in the neck to a backache like yours, she's a damn magician."

I laughed, because MiYoung abused my "magic" at times.

"Well let's try it," he got up, "There's a couch in the room next door."

"Mike, DongWoon hurt himself, I'm going to go fix it," I said privately to Mike. He just nodded and continued talking to KiKwang and HyunSeung.

I left the door open, but DongWoon made a face, "Can we shut it? The guys will probably make fun of me."

"That's fine," I shrugged and went back to shut the door. I had DongWoon lie on his stomach and put him in the proper position. It was really awkward, because I was practically on top of him. Couches weren't ideal to do these kinds of things, but he responded well to what I was doing. It took about 10 minutes to work out all the stress in his muscles.

"How long has it hurt?" I asked.

"Just today," he sighed.

"Really?" I asked, "It feels like it's been tense for weeks."

"It hasn't hurt like this though," DongWoon winced, "That hurt."

"I know, so will this," I pressed down on a tender spot, and it made a huge cracking noise. DongWoon groaned, but I kept on. After one last crack, I got the sound of relief I was looking for.

"That other girl was not kidding," DongWoon muttered, "I just want to relax now."

"Well you need to dance," I laughed, helping him off the couch, "Better?"

"Much," he stretched his arms in front of him, over his head, and behind his head, "Hopefully Mike will stop yelling at me now. Thanks."

"Anytime," I smiled kindly, "If it happens again, let me know. These types of things can build up over time, and that's when they start hurting like today. It might take a few other stretches to really fix the problem."

DongWoon nodded, "So can I get your number or something in case it happens again?"

I knew he only wanted it for the back stuff, but I blushed when he asked. It was rare for a cute guy to ask my number.

DongWoon smiled at my pink cheeks, "If you would rather me just find you in the building, that's fine."

"No, I don't mind," I scratched my eyebrow, "I'll just type it in."

DongWoon handed me his phone and I saved myself as a contact for him, "Thank you. I needed this, huh?"

I nodded, "Real bad. You would've pulled something if you kept all this dancing up, and then you'd be past repair."

DongWoon chuckled, which made me smile. He opened the door for me, only to meet the gaze of DooJoon and Yoseob. Two completely different gazes – DooJoon had a look of disapproval, while Yoseob looked cheerful and mischievous.

"I had a crick in my back, her dad's a chiropractor," DongWoon pushed away from the two of them.

"Little maknae is trying to get alone time with the girls," Yoseob chuckled, "Because all the other girls he tries to hit on are never interested."

Maknae? I thought to myself, DongWoon is the maknae? But he looks older than half of the members.

"I never said I was interested," I muttered, mostly to try to flirt. DongWoon looked playfully hurt, Yoseob laughed loudly and clapped his hands together, and DooJoon's face seemed to lift.

"You guys are jerks," DongWoon threw his empty water bottle at Yoseob's knee, and he dodged. DongWoon's water bottle instead hit MiYoung, who was sitting innocently on the floor, square in the chest. She clutched the water bottle and threw it back at DongWoon, hard.

"Ouch, damn, I didn't mean to!" DongWoon whined, "I'm sorry MiYoung!"

She scowled at him, and DooJoon slid to her side, playfully asking if she needed to be carried off to the hospital. She responded back ten times more playful by "fainting" into his lap. I couldn't help but stifle my chuckles.

"SooYun," Mike called from across the room, "Come here for a minute."

I hustled toward him and HyunSeung, "Yessir?"

"HyunSeung, you met SooYun? I want you two to work together on a few projects for Prepix," Mike waved Haw over, "There's a performance coming up, and you two would make a good team."

"When is it?" HyunSeung asked.

"A few weeks from now, that's why I'm telling you now," Mike chuckled.

"Talking to them about the duet piece?" Haw asked, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

"I was going to let you do it," Mike smiled at me, "SooYun will probably piss herself."

Haw chuckled, "Well, from watching your dancing videos," he paused, adjusted his glasses, and then chuckled again, "You're probably one of the most talented female dancers I've seen. According to Mike, you are a very hard worker, as well. As for you, HyunSeung, we've worked together before. I think an apprentice would be a good thing for you."

"And you think SooYun should be my apprentice?" HyunSeung scratched his arm and gave me a once-over.

"Mike and I agree that both you and SooYun here will benefit from it," Haw smiled at me reassuringly, "So what do you think? You guys wanna come up with a duet piece?"

I looked to HyunSeung. Of course I wanted to do it, I had nothing to do. All I did was work with vocal coaches and dancing coaches and train, train, train. I wanted to do something more worthwhile than that. HyunSeung, however, had his own schedule. He looked me over again, rested his chin on his hand and took a deep breath.

"Okay, I think we can pull it off. When should we have a routine to show you?" he winked at me, then turned back to Haw. I couldn't hide my joy.

"It's just an underground thing, very important persons only," Haw smiled, "So make sure it's good. I want to see it by the end of next week."

I nodded. I was already formulating a routine in my head.

Mike smiled, "Well cool! You two talk about it later, Seungie has to get back to practice."

"Here, put your number in my phone and then call it to save my number. We'll figure out when I can practice soon, okay?" he tossed me his phone before falling into form with the rest of the group as Mike ushered them together.

MiYoung was staring at me with a look of mixed curiosity and confusion.

"Dance stuff," I said simply, sitting down next to her again without being able to wipe the stupid smile off my face.

I couldn't keep my eyes off HyunSeung. I still had his phone in my hand, so I scooted it toward the water bottles after saving his number. I was curious to who he had been texting when we first arrived. Was I seriously crushing on this guy? What was wrong with me?

"You're going to freak him out if you stare like that," MiYoung nudged me, "I get that you're fascinated but you're doing it all wrong."

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Huh?"

"Watch what I do to DooJoon," she chuckled, glimpsed over at DooJoon, who was concentrating hard on dancing. She flashed a smile just for a minute before looking down. DooJoon smiled slightly, then looked over at her again. She pretended to be telling me something, "He's looking at me right now, and he won't look away until I look back. It's going to be great. He's still looking, right?" she glanced over her shoulder at him, pretending to hide a smile. DooJoon's smile got bigger and he almost ran into JunHyung. MiYoung just laughed, "And that's how you flirt with your eyes."

"I'm not trying to flirt," at least I didn't think I was, "He's just a really good dancer. I like watching."

"You're an alien, aren't you?" she asked after a long pause.

"I just like dancing."

"You're sitting in a room with six breathtakingly gorgeous guys and you only care about the dancing?"

I shrugged. It wasn't smart to become interested in these guys. Too cute, too talented, too busy; not for MiYoung, though.

"Would you tell me if you were a lesbian?" she asked quietly.

I couldn't contain my laughter, "You're mature! Just because I'd rather focus on my dream instead of getting caught up with guys –"

"This is different. Mike wanted us to be here to watch. I'm watching, and I'm liking what I see. There is nothing wrong with that," she leaned back on her hands again, this time with a smirk wiped across her face.

"I'm not a lesbian," I chuckled, "I'm not stupid either. I'll look all day long, but I'm not getting any ideas."

"You're no fun," she smirked a hair wider, but I knew she was just messing with me the whole time. She was probably bored. I knew this thing with her and DooJoon was just going to be a constant friendly flirt. I hoped things stayed that way when we got more members.

I wanted so badly to be famous. I wanted so badly to dance on stage. I wanted so badly to display the talents I knew I had. I wanted so badly to show everyone what I was worth. I wanted so badly to prove wrong every doubt I had ever been given. I wanted so badly to be like B2ST. They wouldn't drag me along this long just to drop me… could they?