A Difference in Genders (A BTS Story)

Chapter 2: Becoming a Boy

        As she stared around in awe, (Y/N) heard Kim Se-jun chuckle, "Big, isn't it?"

        She flushed in embarrassment at displaying such open fascination with the city, closing her mouth and staring down at the ground. Face still quite red, she quietly mumbled, "Yeah. It's a lot bigger and busier than I expected. It's pretty..."

        She felt the man put a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at him. He was looking out over Seoul, the part that could be seen from the airport, with a smile on his face. "Don't worry," he assured her. "You'll get used to it after a while. It's really no different from every other big city."

        She laughed a bit. "I'll take you at your word," she replied.

        "Anyway," she heard him continue, "the driver is waiting for us over there. We should get going." He pointed with his other hand, the one not on (Y/N)'s shoulder, at a twenty-something man with a chauffeur's uniform on, that was standing next to a sleek black car and looking around, holding up a sign that said 'Kim Se-jun' in Korean. She eeped, flustered that she had been wasting time being awed at Seoul, when the driver had been here the whole time, waiting for them. Ducking her head, she hurriedly followed Kim Se-jun to the car, staying silent and trying to lessen the bright redness of her cheeks, embarrassment clouding her features.

        After a long drive through Seoul, they ended up in front of BigHit, and she got out of the car, the driver helping her get her luggage. She politely thanked him, and  looked up at the tall building as the chauffeur did the same for Kim Se-jun. It was quite tall, and looked a bit imposing to her, as she was used more to large, flat buildings, and not so much tall ones. There was definitely a lot more space where she was from than in Korea, that was for sure. She took a deep breath, calming her nerves as several doubts popped into her mind.

        What if she gets caught as a girl? What if she makes a horrible mistake, and no one in the group likes her? What if she annoys the other members with her foreign cluelessness? What if, what if, what if! Starting to feel herself panic, (Y/N) shook her head slightly, and clenched her free hand into a fist, staring with determination at the building. She would do this, and she would be good at it. This was her dream, her chance, and she wasn't about to run away now!

        "Sheesh, (Y/N)," she muttered to herself in English, "you can't give up now! Otherwise everything you worked for would be for nothing! You're strong, you can do this!"

        Feeling re-energized, she smiled a bit to herself, nodding in confidence.

        Suddenly, she heard Kim Se-jun's voice call out to her from in front of the building, ahead of her, "Are you coming, (Y/N)-yang?"

        Her eyes widened, and she jumped a bit, not having noticed him finish his business and get ahead of her at all. Quickly, she ran to him, calling, "Ah, sorry, Kim Se-jun-ssi! I'm coming!"

        He chuckled, and turned ba k around, going through the doors, (Y/N) following. She saw him quietly talk to the receptionist at the desk for a moment, before she nodded and said something too quiet for her to hear. Kim Se-jun bowed in gratitude at her, and thanked her at a normal volume, before turning around and coming back to (Y/N).

        She looked at him in confusion, and he explained, "We can't have you looking like a girl, so there was a prep team called in beforehand for you. Also, it was arranged for your luggage to be dropped off at the dorm while you get ready, saving time. That way, we have more time to get you to the dorm later on, while the members will still be there. They know you're coming, but they don't know when, so we don't want any of them to be gone while you're introduced."

        (Y/N) nodded, completely understanding. "I see what you mean. You're right, okay. So I just hand my luggage over to the receptionist, correct," she confirmed.

        He nodded, and she did as she was told, dragging the suitcase over to the woman, handing it and her shoulder bag over.

        The receptionist gave her a professional smile, and took it from her, thanking her shortly in Korean before handing it off to her assistant, speaking with them briefly. Afterwards, she went back to her work, typing something into the computer. Kim Se-jun tapped (Y/N) on the shoulder, and she turned around to face him. He walked away to the elevator and gestured for her to follow him, which (Y/N) promptly did. He tapped a button on the console embedded in the wall, and the doors quickly closed, before they went up, towards the top of the building.

        She watched the numbers pass in the display above the doors, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and then they stopped on 6. There was a ping, as the elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. Kim Se-jun stepped out, and (Y/N) stepped out after him. He was completely silent as he led her down the long hall, making her feel nervous again, her previous declarations faltering in the face of complete silence coming from a man who had been quite jovial and kind throughout the journey so far.

        Hesitantly, she started to ask, "Um, Kim Se-jun-ssi..." when he suddenly cut her off by opening a door and gesturing for her to go inside. As she did so, giving him a confused, hesitant look, Kim Se-jun gave her a smile smile, saying, "Good luck, (Y/N)-yang."

        Then, he closed the door, and she stared at the slab of wood for a second, uncomprehending. He left her here? Nervous, she looked around the empty room, seeing nothing really special, just a small beauty parlor, essentially. There was a basin for washing hair, a swivel stool in front of a counter with a mirror for cutting it, and a table in the center with lots of makeup and hair products on it. Biting her lip, (Y/N) just stood there, unsure what she was supposed to do. She wrung her hands as she inwardly wailed, 'Why did he leave me here all alone?!'

        Just then, the door swung open, and someone swept in elegantly, calling out, "Why hello there! (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N), correct?"

        She spun around, eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights at the newcomer. It was a short, twenty-something looking woman with her dark brown hair swept up into an elegant bun. She was wearing red jeans and a white sweater over a black shirt, and her face had a kind, sisterly look to it, a twinkle present in her eyes. Subconsciously, (Y/N) relaxed, and bowed to her politely, saying, "Yes, agassi."

        The woman laughed, holding a hand over her mouth to be polite, eyes twinkling over her hand as she said, "Oh, that's adorable. You can call me Mi-hi, or noona, though. I would say you could call me unnie, but you're about to have to be a boy, so..." Here she giggled, "Anyway, let's start the magic."
(Y/N) got a bit dizzy as her new "noona" pulled her over to the hair washing station, quickly draping a towel around her neck so the water wouldn't splash on to her clothes. This was going to be hectic. (Y/N) just hoped she survived Mi-hi's enthusiasm.

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[A/N: Sorry that was a bit rushed. But anyway, do you want me to give the reader a Korean guy's name to use? Or do you just want them to call her (Y/N)? Please comment down below, and before Friday, because that's likely when I'm going to be working on the next chapter.]