The Author's Note:

Each and every picked out girl will get a chapter //Ghosts Of The Past//. It will contain some sort of episode from their past that would help you guys learn more about the girls AND that will be the guide helping you guys match the Teasers to the girls.

So when you're done reading this chapter //Ghosts Of The Past I// please try to guess which teaser was meant for this girl. And so after every //Ghost Of The Past// chapter. Thank you so much!

Leave your guesses in the comments!

I also came up with the idea, as for a prize, so to whoever, except for the girl itself who the chapter is about, guesses the teaser right will get a special scene in the story. You will learn more about it through private message if you guess the teaser right I'll contact you and tell all about it. You only have one guess so make it count! Good luck!

//GHOSTS OF THE PAST I//

-Byun Nari Point Of View-

I was in the recording studio again. The vocal teacher kept on glaring at me every once in a while especially when I would come to chorus of BTS "I need U" it seemed like he will never be satisfied with my high notes.

"Miss Byun!"

He yelled after the fifth time I tried to recreate the boys voices in the song. I liked the first try too, but I was a perfectionist as well, so I kept on working, but this man had higher standards for perfection than the roof of the building.

I sighed and stopped singing. My throat was so sore, even when I tried sipping water from the bottle I prepared earlier, I almost screamed out of burning feeling in my neck.

"Yes-s!"

I answered uneasy. I bet that one of the reasons why this man was so rough on me, because I was a foreigner, Korean only became my home not so long ago, and at first I didn't even want to come here.

I really hoped that I understand all his critic and can work harder, but I felt like he feels pleasure throwing few fancy words there and there just so that I would feel confused.

"If you won't succeed in this song, you can forget about debut!"

He said harshly and crossed his arms as I chocked on my water. I coughed trying to get rid of the feeling that I'm about to die from lack of oxygen. He just watched me coldly.

"You should get a better job, because you look fat in that dress."

Wait... that somehow sounds wrong. Maybe I would have never realized my mistake that I made with my rusty Korean skills, but as my teacher's face turned all red and he jumped from his seat furiously I realized that I might have failed just now.

"What did you just say?!"

I shrugged and tried to shrink myself in the corner. The worst part was that I had no idea what I said instead of 'I'll work hard, please trust me'. I had no idea how stupid, hurtful or mean my words could have been.

"I don't know."

I honestly answered and reached out for my bag just in case I had to run from the anger of this man, who seemed not calmed by my words, but even more outrageous.

"Byun Nari your disrespect has crossed all-"

And he was cut off by my phone ringing loudly. I glared at the device shining in by bag, I could see it through an unzipped zipper. I thought I turned the volume off, and I was mad that it interfered with my lesson.

I didn't want anyone, ANYONE, to interfere with my studies. I came here for a reason. I needed to work more than I could manage. I needed to succeed no matter what. I came here to work. I needed to prove a point.

But as soon as I saw the number of caller my madness went away immediately, I wanted to pick up, I wanted to talk with that person.

I knew that he was on my side, rooting all along, would have supported me despite the path I would choose. But one other person, as close to me as this one, was the reason I became who I am today.

I was working my ass off just to win against the fear of that person. Just to make myself proud and let the person feel quilt for not believing in me.

"I'm sorry I have to take this."

I said tonelessly, I didn't want to give my vocal teacher more attention than he deserved. He was still cursing me as I walked out the studio and pressed 'answer'.

"Daddy!"

I cheerfully greeted my dad on the other side. A sweet chuckle of my beloved father reached my ear, which was horribly tired from hearing my own voice repeating the same line over and over again whole day.

"How's my girl doing?"

I wanted to answer at instant, but the reality check crossed my mind and I stopped. Was I really doing as great as I wanted to tell him?

I was having an inner fight. On one hand I wanted to tell him everything, to let him now so my dad could calm me down, on other I really didn't to worry him.

"I've been good dad."

I replied trying to hide the pain in my voice. I was working every day, more and more with every minute. But with each second my dream seemed to be getting further away from me.

"Still riding that motorcycle?"

He asked again. I could feel that he sensed something strange in my voice, but didn't say anything. I was about to answer, but I suddenly heard some other voice on the other end.

"Are you calling Nari? Give me that!"

I heard my mom's voice and moments later she ripped the phone from my dad's hands. I didn't want to talk to her today. I wasn't in the mood, if she would feel how hard I was working on that chorus but still needed more work. She would have definitely turned everything against me.

She would, no doubt, make me think that I couldn't have chosen the worse path than musician. She would scold me non-stop and tease me after. Since she send me to Korea 'to learn' not 'to waste the voice' as she always said

"Got to go, bye."

I spilled quickly before she said anything hurtful for me. I squeezed the phone in my hand furious.

I needed something to relieve my worries. To help me handle the burning anger, which was already coming up my chest.

Motorcycle. The connection that I still felt with my father. I sat down and inhaled air. I was glad the company let me keep it in the stock room near dance studio. Since I didn't have my license officially re-done in Korea, I didn't have a right to ride it in the streets of Seoul yet.

But I needed this now. Really, really badly. I gently placed my palm in front and turned on the vehicle. It all buzzed and the light switched on. I smiled to myself in the dark and sighed. I would give anything for an opportunity to ride it now.

Suddenly I accidentally squeezed the handle too hard and motorcycle started running on its own. For one split second I had an idea to just jump off and maybe try to handle the situation later as it runs into the wall or something. But I stayed in the seat.

I forgot to close the door leading to the dance studio and the motorcycle made its way to the room. I closed my eyes scared. I never feared my motorcycle. But stress that I felt today suddenly kicked in and I lost control.

I ran into the dance studio on my motorcycle and screamed as I saw some person in the room. His back was turned on me and he faced the mirror practicing.

But as soon as he heard me scream he turned around and the horror he felt obviously reflected in his face.

"Watch out!"

I yelled like crazy and he jumped to the side avoiding the crash, but I ran into the wall. I fell off the seat and rubbed my head that hurt badly. However my first instinct was to make sure that the motorcycle stops working.

The guy ran to me terrified and helped me stand up eyeing my vehicle the whole time.

"Are you-... what was that??"

He suddenly changed his tone from concerned to outrageous. I looked behind myself where it laid and shrugged. I had no idea.

"Sorry, I lost control."

I said simply. He couldn't believe it.

"I don't care if you lost control!" He pushed back his black hair back and for a second I thought that he looked familiar. "How did you get the motorcycle inside?"

He was frustrated and let go of my hand only when I tapped on his arms reminding that he's still holding me.

"Well the company let me keep it here."

I tried to explain, not sure if he was truly curious.

"Our comeback is next week! What if you had hit me? How would they had carried on the choreography without their main dancer?"

And then it hit me that the guy I almost crushed under my wheels was no other than BTS's Jimin. Well, great. This day is awesome already.

//GHOSTS OF THE PAST I//

THE END

The Author's Note:
I noticed the lack of reads and votes on chapters "8. //Bow to the queen//", "9.//sibling war//" and "10. //keep it down//" so I was wondering if you didn't notice them or they were't that interesting? Please tell me what's going on?
And I want you to read it because all the chapters are connected to the past or future of the story, not reading them will cause lack in your knowledge. :)
Also the competition that I told about in chapter "important" is still open!