The Idol Dream

-May P.O.V.-
"Here take your seat next to Jimin." The teacher said pointing to a guy in the back of the class.
He was hot of course, hopefully he's not another Youngmin.
I sat down next to him and he was pretty quiet, I like that.
"Hey" Jimin whispered to me a couple minutes later after class had started.
I turned to look at him.
"I don't know if you've noticed but you have a secret admirer." He said pointing to Namjoon.
"Oh him, I didn't even notice." I said back.
"Well he keeps starring at you. You really don't know who he is?"
"Umm... nope." I lied.
"He's leader of BTS, his names Rap Monster." He told me and I started to laugh.
"Rap Monster?" I said through my giggles.
"Yeah and BTS is the best dance group in the whole school. I plan to join it somehow." He told me and it seemed like we were already friends.
"Can anyone join?" I asked getting interested.
"No, Rap Monster is very picky."
"Oh... do you think there's anyway I could join?"
"Probably not but you could try." He said and we went back to working on class work.
This could be my chance to dance with other dancers but the only problem is Namjoon.
*10 years ago*
I met Namjoon the day of my 6th birthday when I tried riding a bike for the first time.
"Woah.. woooaaah." I said losing my balance as I was trying to ride down the street.
I fell, of course no one in my family came to help me.
I couldn't even get anyone to help me learn how to ride a bike in the first place.
I sat on the sidewalk for a couple minutes crying over my scrapped knee because it was bleeding.
"What's wrong?" A boy who looked a year or two older than me asked bending down in front of me.
"My knee wont stop bleeding?" I told him.
"Where are your parents?" He asked me.
"They are busy at home." I told him and started to cry again.
He looked at my knee and then back up at me.
"Stay right here." He told me and he ran down the street really fast.
A couple minutes later he came back with a first AID kit but by now the blood was dripping down to my foot and I couldn't look at it anymore. When I was even littler my parents took me to the doctor when I got hurt and the doctor said I have something that was a really long word that meant I couldn't stop bleeding(Hemophilia).
He cleaned up most of the blood and put a band aid but I knew it was going to keep bleeding.
"The band aid is turning red?" He said surprised.
"I need to get home so my parents can take me to the doctor." I told him.
"Why is it like this?" He asked and I tried to explain the best I could.
"Where's your house?" He asked me.
"Its the big house on top of the hill." I told him and pointed.
"Okay" He said and picked me up.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Namjoon, wha'ts yours?"
"May."
After this day we became best friends until the day he moved six years later.
That day he confessed his feelings to me but I rejected him.....

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