Q: What do you think of JYP's new girl group ITZY?

A: I already have a bias, yeji and I think that they have a lot of talent and capability to grow and I'm really looking forward to stanning them and seeing what concepts they come up with in the future because so far the only girl group that I stan right now is blackpink! 

*Drop me any questions that you'd like me to answer (KPOP, life, preferences) 

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You sweat buckets, as you gulp down another liter or so of water at once, wetting your parched throat after an intense 3 hours worth of dancing.

'God, I wish I never came here,' you muttered more to yourself than anything but your best friend who was equally thirsty wiped her mouth, smiling tiredly.

'This will all be worth it when we debut,' she grinned, although you could tell by the tiredness in her eyes that she was equally exhausted with the training.

'IF we debut,' you corrected her, your muscles already starting to cry out in pain. Surviving a training programme wasn't easy, you had heard that half of the class quit right after the first 2 weeks, many kicked out for even the slightest mistake. You and (BFF/N) had managed fine for the last month or so but there were still 30 other girls that would fight tooth and nail for the 6 positions offered in JYP's newest girl group.

'When,' she shot back, a steely gleam in her eye. 'We have to,' she said desperately sighing, massaging her aching arms.

'Rest times up,' your manager or you and (BFF/N) liked to call him the 'general' called out in his rough voice, his sharp, pitch black eyes scanning the room, daring anyone to disobey his orders.

'We sat down for all of 5 seconds,' you grumbled, tossing your water bottle back into your bag but despite your complaints you stood up anyway, with a grunt and went back to the dance floor.

'Now,' he said pacing up and down the room, looking even more general-like than ever. 'Your dancing training is over but today we'll be working on your rapping skills, be warned,' he growled, quelling the whispers that popped up from among the group. 'Rapping might look easily just spitting out a bunch of words but I assure you it is one of the hardest things to achieve in the industry,' he warned. 'Fortunately, today JYP has agreed that to allow one of his boy group rappers to come and teach you, so I expect the utmost respect from all of you,' he finished off, looking at each of us in the eye.

You felt an elbow in the ribs and you glanced at your best friend whose eyes were shining with its usual mischievous gleam. 'I wonder who that'll be,' she sang under her breath making you flush red.

'It might not be him,' you hissed back, eager not to get caught as you waited for the 'special guest' although you had to admit to yourself that you couldn't help the small bubble of hope that was rising in your chest. If it really was him, well this class would be the most interesting she had ever attended.

The manager came back the glass door opening and sure enough he brought in not one but three men that you immediately recognized and you had to fight the urge to run up to them and hug the stuffing out of them.

All three of them brightened up as they saw you in the room before resuming their cool facade. The last one, the one with bright red, a colour that could only be described as Cherry Kool Aid winked in your direction before joining his fellow members in front of you.

In unison they introduced themselves.

Your best friend gasped softly her head uncharacteristically low as she realised who it was. Now it was time for YOU to elbow her in the ribs. 'Look who's here,' you nudged, inclining your head slightly to Mark, (BFF/N)'s long time idol crush, one of the many reasons she had joined JYP entertainment.

'I thought there was only going to be one of them,' she hissed, trying desperately not to make eye contact with Mark, her eyes slowly turning the color of your boyfriend, Bam Bam's hair.

She opened her mouth to reply but she was cut off by your boyfriend who had begun to introduce himself.

'So, if you guys don't know us yet, we are GOT7's rapper line, I'm Bam Bam, this is Mark,' he waved to a thinner figure who was wearing a simple white T-shirt and a cool expression on his face who acknowledged all of you with a simple nod.

'And this Jackson,' he finished off, waving to a slightly shorter, more well-muscled man in a dark T-shirt who waved once when he was introduced.

'So this is JYP's new potential girl group?' Mark asked, turning to your manager who merely nodded.

'There are 30 girls here all in the survival programme,' your manager responded.

The three boys winced at the mention of the survival programme, no doubt they had to go through that when they were trainees themselves.

'Well, that's perfect,' Jackson said clapping his hands together. '10 for each of us and we can get this going,' he concluded.

'Maknae chooses,' Bam Bam said immediately which brought a round of giggles from the girls and a slight scowl from the manager. 'I choose that one,' he said his index finger pointing to you a small smile that he tried to conceal on his lip

You were unfazed, expecting this and shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal instead moving to Bam's team, while the rest took their pick from the pool of other girls.

'Hey love,' he whispered under his breath as Mark and Jackson continued choosing.

'You're going to get us caught,' you whispered although you were the slightest bit pleased that he had chosen you first.

'It'll be worth it,' he breathed. 'They haven't allowed me to see you for a month,' he grumbled. 'You know how frustrating it is not to have someone to annoy?' he asked.

'Shut up,' you hissed but accepted it when he hooked his pinky finger with yours.

Finally, all the girl had been chosen, and you glared at some of the girls in your group as they made attempts to flirt blatantly with your boyfriend, but you gritted your teeth forcing the anger down.

'Now,' Bam Bam announced. 'I'll be running some pointers with you before taking some time for ummm individual sessions,' he said, shooting you a look.

Most of the girls giggled but they settled down quickly enough when your boyfriend began talking. From being the lanky, playful boy you knew, his eyes darkened, turning more serious as he ran through some of the basics of rapping.

It took him an hour or so to finish your so-called lesson which frankly you found boring, probably because you had heard all of this before when you first decided to join JYP as a rapper and Bam Bam drilled into your mind all the important 'stuff' making you remember each and every one of his techniques. So you spent the most of the hour (admittedly) staring at your boyfriend hungrily having not been able to see him for the past month and it felt like all the pain that you had to endure was worth it, as long as you could see him at the end of it.

You were so into daydreaming that you hadn't realised said boyfriend was calling your name repeatedly, making you snap out of your daylight illusions.

'Trainee (Y/N),' he said, breaking through the fog that was your thoughts. 'It's your turn, how about we see what you got?" he asked, leading way to a small room to your left.

Scrambling up, you made your way to the room which Bam closed behind you and you sat down at the table provided.

'You aren't really going to test me are you?' you grinned, smirking as he sat opposite you, his demeanor back to that of your playful boyfriend.

'Of course not,' he scoffed, waving his hand. 'I already know how good you are, you'll beat every single one of them, he said a disgusted look on his face as he glared out of the one-way window where you could see your fellow trainees whispering excitedly.

'You didn't like them I assume?" you asked quirking an eyebrow.

'They're horrible!' he exclaimed, he exclaimed shivering in revulsion.

You laughed at his disgusted expression a long happy sound that you had not made ever since you set foot in JYP.

'It's been a long time since I heard that,' he grinned softly, taking your hand.

You shot a worried glance out of the window, but the girls didn't seems to even be fazed by your boyfriend's actions.

'They can't see us?' you asked, inclining your head out to the windows.

'Nope,' he grinned. 'Completely sound-proof, one-way glass,' he reassured.

'So we could be doing ANYTHING and they wouldn't know?' you grinned.

'Probably not,' he agreed, a glint in his eye. 'But seeing as we only have 15 minutes in here, I doubt we could do much,' he said thick lips pouting.

Laughing at how disappointed he looked, you took his hand. '15 minutes is enough, it'll get me through this annoying survival programme,' you said softly.

A worried furrow appeared in his forehead, the small wrinkle he got when he was concentrating on something important or when he was worrying over something. 'How are you doing though?' he asked, taking both of your hands, looking you right in the eye. 'I know it's hard and if you quit, I wouldn't even dream of thinking lesser of you for it,' he reassured you.

Shaking your head, long ponytail swinging behind you, you actually managed a smile. 'I'm fine,' you said softly. 'Just 2 more months right?'

'Sounds like an eternity to me,' he sighed.

'2 months love and I'll be able to see you again,' you grinned, pecking him on the cheek. 'But for now, let's enjoy the 15 minutes we have,' you laughed.