My phone rings loudly, my favorite song blaring from its speakers. I groan, hoping it's important, because it's early - like, six in the freaking morning - and I despise waking up early, especially after going to bed so late. My dorm mates never fail to keep me up.
"Hello?" I huff, attempting to lift my head from the snow white pillow, but it was not budging.
"I have a very important job for you," Claude, my manager, squeals from the other end, "and I think you will love it!"
I open my eyes to reveal my sun filled room, which was an absolute mess. There were books and notes everywhere scattered like leaves.
"That's great," I growl, "and I care at this time . . . why?" I fall unceremoniously out of bed and lay on the floor, too lazy to move my limbs.
"Because ibighit - " (I big what?) "- has requested that you come to Korea and meet with BTS," he said in a rush, way too energetic for six o'clock in the morning.
"BTS? What's that, 'behind the scenes?'" I yawn, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and stumble to the bathroom, ungracefully tripping over a pile of notes on my way.
"What do you mean, 'what's that?!'" he yells, making me jump and almost drop my phone in the toilet. "They're a major music group in Korea!"
"Okay," I say slowly, still reeling from the outburst, and begin to brush my hair. I'm still trying to wake up. "Calm down and explain the situation."
"You are heading to Korea in an hour," he said quickly. "Get your bags packed and get to the airport."
Click.
"Wait, what? Claude!" I'm fully awake now. Totally not panicking, I throw a bunch of crap from my floor into my bag, and zip it up hurriedly, running into my door with a harsh curse on my way out.
Who am I, you ask? I'm Kate, part of the music group known as Genre. We won America's got talent - my friends and I of course. Further explanation is to come.
"Hey, why are you up so early?" yawns Kendra as I shove some toast into the toaster.
"I'm going to Korea!" I say, tripping over the stupid cat, Skittles.
"Hey, watch out for Skittles!" comes a shriek from upstairs, Tia coming down moments later. It seemed everyone was awake now - well, awake enough. By teenager standards, of course.
"What do you mean, you're heading to Korea?" inquires Robbie as I slap some cheese on my toast. I'm not the most creative when it comes to breakfast.
"Just as I said! My flight leaves in an hour. I'm helping a group called BTS." I put my suitcase down at the door.
Kaylee comes flying down the stairs with an unholy screech. "I love BTS! Take me with you, please! Take me to see Kookie!" Jaeden tries unsuccessfully to pry her off of my leg. "Please? Come on! I'll swim all the way there if I have to!"
"Ignore her," Jaeden says, flicking some fuzz from my hair and straightening my jacket. Her tone turns scolding. "You can't just leave at the drop of a hat, though, you know."
"I'm really sorry guys, but Claude called," I say apologetically, then shove a piece of toast in my mouth. I hop on one foot, attempting to tie my shoe, and Noelle sighs.
"You are such a child," she says. "Put your foot down." Noelle proceeds to tie my shoe for me.
"I can't really believe she is the oldest among us," Precious sighs in that thick Filipino accent of hers. "She is the least mature." She opens the front door to reveal a cab already waiting, no doubt sent by Claude, and heads out with my bag to shove it in the trunk.
"Goodbye poke." Rory smiles, poking me before I leave.
I look back up the stairs while I walk outside to see everyone, still in their pajamas, smiling. All except Kaylee, of course, who was being held back so she couldn't leave. This was my crew. The people who went with me through AGT, and got us all here. I take one last look and then step in the cab.
I arrive at the airport to find Claude pacing a hole into the floor.
"There you are!" He sounds both relieved and stressed. "Come on."
The next few minutes are a blur, Claude dragging me all over the airport like a ragdoll, and the next thing I know I'm on a thirteen hour flight to Korea. The best thing about this whole thing? They stuck me with a Korean tutor, so I got a thirteen hour Korean class. Did I say best? By the time I got there I was so jet lagged that I couldn't walk a straight line. I was tired of learning things and tired of planes and tired of airports and tired of being awake.
Finally, the chaos ends, and I am escorted to a hotel. Of course, I'm not free yet; the minute I lay down in bed, my phone beeps. Kaylee.
"Hello," I sigh.
"How is Kookie?!" She's so loud that I yank the phone away from my ear. "Where are you?! How do you say 'I love you' in Korean?! Have you met them yet?! Why didn't you bring me?!"
"Kaylee, shut up." I am not in the mood for her fangirling.
Thankfully, Jaeden takes the phone from Kaylee. "Did you make it there okay?"
"I'm fine," I reassure her. "Can I talk to Paul?"
"What's up?" he questions as Jaeden hands him the phone.
"You're Korean," I say, stating the obvious as I take my coat off. "Any tips?"
"I'll be honest, I gave up on learning Korean." I can feel my world shattering. "Good luck, though!" he adds, hanging up before I can say anything. Abandoned by my friends! What tragedy.
I was going to go to bed despite the clock only reading 8:45 PM, seeing as I'm totally jet-lagged and ready to pass out. Claude, however, seems to have other ideas, as he bursts into my room with a makeup team. They swarm me before I can protest, and I cough at the powder that goes flying.
"Claude!" I manage, indignant. He doesn't notice.
"You are meeting the Bangtan boys tonight!" he exclaims, and waits impatiently for the makeup ladies to finish before grabbing my arm and yanking me out the door. "Let's go!"
We end up the SangAmDong SBS Prism Tower. While rubbing my sore arm, I get told that I'm filming something, but I'm way too tired to really pay attention to a word they're saying. I get shepherded into an elevator and, for once, Claude left me alone. Grateful, I pull out my headphones and listen to Royals by Lorde to pass time.
When a lady gets on the elevator with me, I initially take no notice. I do end up noticing that she is distressed, and take my headphones off.
"Is there a problem?" I ask in a gentle tone as she sniffles quietly.
"My boyfriend broke up with me," she replies feebly.
"Well it's his loss," I say, rubbing her shoulder. "He's got to be blind or something."
"Thanks, I feel much better now," she says.
Almost as if on cue, a bunch of other people get on the elevator, packing us in like a can of sardines. I can't care less, so I put my headphones back in. When they get off, the lady taps me on the shoulder.
"There was a secret camera," she explains. I stare at her.
"Wait, really?" I hadn't noticed, and I honestly don't care. I just want to go back to bed.
I step off the elevator, and to my left, I catch sight of a group of seven obnoxious boys.
A/N: Hello! This is my first BTS fanfic and I hope you like it so far! I thought I would try something other than anime for once.