Sky stopped in front of the building that would be her workplace for the next few years. Some people would kill just to get a glimpse inside, and she was lucky enough to call it her workplace. There were three blue letters on the building that spelled out the word JYP. The company's name and the initials of its founder and owner, Park Jinyoung. A famous singer who had founded the company and now produced some of the best idol groups. There were also photos of idols who had debuted under the company on the building. Sky couldn't believe that she would be working for a company that had groups like Wonder Girl and 2PM.

"Are you going to stand here for long? I'd like to drive through," an elderly lady shouted at Sky from a blue car. In that moment, she realized that she was standing on the road and probably disrupting the morning traffic, which was always terrible in Seoul - not that it was any different in China. Beijing might have been even worse than here, so she had learned to walk everywhere or ride her bike because driving took a long time, and the subway was so crowded that she didn't want to squeeze in among the people. Fortunately, JYP had arranged a small apartment (studio) for her about a five-minute walk from the building, so she could walk and not worry about transportation.

"I'm sorry," Sky apologized and bowed, then walked onto the sidewalk. The lady muttered something to herself, probably some curses about how today's youth was disrespectful, and drove towards the main road where the morning rush hour was already forming. Sky took a deep breath and exhaled. She looked at the building and walked inside briskly. She didn't want to show that her heart was pounding more than when she first flew to South Korea, knowing that she didn't have a secure job and her parents refused to provide her with large sums of money.

Inside, it wasn't huge, but it still captivated Sky. Just a few days ago, she stood in the middle of a small dance studio in Beijing and had no idea that she would be working as a dance trainer for trainees under one of the most successful South Korean companies that produced idols. It was a great opportunity for her, and she couldn't understand how she got this position because there were much older and probably more experienced people at her interview. Not that she wasn't experienced - her dance group had won championships all over the world, and she had been a backup dancer for various singers performing in Beijing. Her parents were also involved in the dance world. Her father was once a highly acclaimed ballet dancer who now owned a ballet academy, from which the highest percentage of ballerinas made it to the national ballet corps. Her mother was a former rhythmic gymnast who won the Olympics in 1984 (the first year rhythmic gymnastics was in the Olympics) and now co-owned the largest gymnastics gym in Beijing. She definitely had nothing to be ashamed of in terms of her family background.

But now she was alone. Until now, she had both her parents and an older brother by her side, who always supported her. Now she was alone, and in a completely different country. She was only eighteen, and that's why she wanted to take this opportunity and use it to her advantage. Even if they were to fire her soon because they realized that they had made a mistake hiring such a young girl, she would try to learn as much as possible. She knew that even as an employee, she could attend various courses offered by the company, so she wouldn't reject them - she would be foolish if she did. Today, she would arrange to go to dance two or three times a week. She also wanted to take English (she was already good, but there was always room for improvement), and most importantly, Korean language courses. However, she didn't need to arrange those because she already had them scheduled for five times a week until she passed level 5, then she could stop or go less often.

"Hello, my name is Xu Jiaqi, but everyone calls me Sky. I'm starting here today," she smiled at the young girl at the reception. She couldn't be much older than her. Her name tag read Hayun.

"Yes, I was already expecting you. Come with me," she smiled and came out from behind the reception. At that moment, another girl took her place. It's a big company, of course, they won't have just one receptionist. They walked down a long hallway, then took the elevator to the top floor, where they stopped in front of the door that read CEO JYP. Sky had already been inside because this was exactly where she had her interview, but despite that, she was nervous.

"Wait here," she said, knocked, and quietly entered further inside. Sky couldn't hear what they were talking about because all she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. The hallway was empty, and there was a very high level of silence, which surprised her because it was the time when everyone was supposed to be heading to work.

"You may go," Hayun smiled at her when she emerged from the office and walked back to where they had come from. She had to get back to work. Sky looked at the door, knocked, and entered. Park Jinyoung was sitting behind the desk, going through some documents. It was a thick folder, so Sky wondered what it was, but she probably wouldn't understand it anyway because she had no idea what it meant to be the CEO of a company.

"Good day, my name is Xu Jiaqi, or Sky," she introduced herself and bowed.

"Our new dance trainer for our trainees, please have a seat," he urged her and pointed to one of the three chairs in the room. She nodded and sat down. Park Jinyoung continued to read something for a moment, then set the files aside and approached her. He also took a seat in one of the chairs.

"I have a few promising boys who are preparing for their debut. I want it to happen as soon as possible, so I'd like you to rehearse various choreographies with them, maybe even have them do a part themselves, so we can see how they're doing. I'll come to check on your progress every two weeks," he smiled. Sky nodded. She was surprised that he was entrusting some boys who were soon to become idols to a girl who was only eighteen, but she believed in him. He had created groups like Wonder Girls and 2PM, so he probably knew what he was doing. And if he believed in her, she would believe in herself too.

"I won't disappoint you," Sky smiled. "I'll train those boys to be the best the world has ever seen."

"I hope so," Park Jinyoung smiled. Sky was somewhat intimidated by his smile because he was, after all, a successful man with a lot of money, and despite owning a company and several groups, he had never forgotten his dream and still tried to sing. Sky didn't particularly like his music, but she admired him as a producer because that guy knew what he was doing - otherwise, he wouldn't be the best in his field.

He stood up, grabbed the folders, and handed them to Sky. She looked at them. Plain blue folders filled with papers.

"Inside, you'll find everything about the seven you'll be training from now on," he told her. "Wait for them in studio number two at one."

"Alright," with that, she stood up and left the office. She went in search of dance studio number 2. It was only half-past seven, but Sky wanted to sit down and read everything she had received about them. She had to get to know them first to know how to work with them and what music and dance to teach them. Fortunately, the studio was empty, and according to the schedule on the door, it was supposed to remain empty until one o'clock, so she leaned against one of the mirrors and started flipping through the pages.

"Im Jaebeom," she read the name of the first person in the folder. "The group leader. If you have any problems, resolve them with him first and then with someone else. You can rely on him, and the others listen to him." Alright, so she should address group issues with him first. He looked like a normal, sensible guy in the photo, so hopefully, they would get along.

"Mark Tuan," she read the next name. "The oldest in the group, an American. His Korean is improving, but you'll probably need to explain many things to him in English. He has a background in martial arts and can do things like flips and various kicks, which you can incorporate into choreography."

"Jackson Wang," another name. "Chinese, a rapper. He often does as he pleases, and if you want him to listen to you, you'll have to be very strict." Sky sighed. This was exactly what she didn't want. She didn't want someone who wouldn't listen to her, and she could tell immediately from the photo that there would be problems with him. She knew he wouldn't listen and would frequently complain to Jaebeom. But at the same time, he was from China, so they might get along.

"Park Jinyoung," she paused when she realized he had the same name as the CEO of the company. What a coincidence - but considering that Jinyoung was a very common name in Korea and Park a common surname, it wasn't such a huge coincidence after all. "He can be reserved, but most of the time, he quietly observes others and does what he's told. Hardworking, if you need something done, he should be your first choice."

"Choi Youngjae. Very friendly and loves to laugh. He has mainly been singing until now, so try to spend a lot of time teaching him. He might be slower than the others, but he is diligent and never gives up."

"Kunpimook Bhuwakul," Sky found it hard to read it, "Thai, goes by BamBam. He is one of the youngest members and very playful. He often jokes around and doesn't take many things seriously. He and Yugyeom should be kept as far apart as possible, or you'll have a headache within ten minutes."

"Kim Yugyeom," he was the last one, "the youngest. He is shy, but once he gets to know you, he's like a different person. He often jokes around with BamBam and talks a lot with him."

There were many more papers in the folders, but at this point, Sky already knew it wouldn't be an easy job. She might even be regretting trying for this job. She didn't know how she would handle seven boys who had known each other for a few weeks already. They probably wouldn't listen to her. They'd probably make fun of her. And especially when some of them were older than her. How was someone like Jackson, Mark or Jaebeom supposed to listen to her when she was younger than them?