Chapter Text
Y/N was very nervous. Her interview as a choreographer for BigHit Ent. was in two hours and she was spiraling. She sent in a clip of her original choreography to the company’s HR department, which is how she got the interview in the first place. Her interview would be with the company’s top choreographer, Sungdeuk Son, to see if she would actually bring anything to the table. It was Y/N’s biggest dream to work with someone like him to create the best and most challenging choreography ever. She was also excited that if this worked, and she got the job then her dances could be seen by bigger audiences through BigHit’s artists.
Ah yes, the artists. It can’t go unnoticed that BigHit was the company responsible for arguably the biggest boy group in the world, BTS.
Caught in her thoughts, Y/N hadn’t realized that there was only a half hour left until her interview. She bolted out of her humble apartment with her bag and ran to the building. She had been given a badge letting her pass security. She went down to the dance studio and knocked on the door. She heard someone say come in, and entered.
Now, Y/N’s heart was racing. She was standing in front of one of the best choreographers in the world. He was going to see her original choreography, and he was going to judge if it was good enough. At the last thought, she went into a downward spiral of ‘what if he doesn’t like it?’
She was pulled from her reverie when she heard a throat being cleared. She shook her head and came back to her senses.
“Hello Mr. Son, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” Y/N gave a deep bow and tried to calm herself.
“Hello Miss Y/L/N. You’re the one I’m interviewing today, correct?” He had said while sticking his hand out for her to shake it.
“Yes, sir. Should I start?” she said, surprised that her voice sounded so steady.
“Yes, let’s get started. Do you have a song to play? I’ll hook it up for you,” he said. She gave him her phone with an original song. He set it up, and she signaled him to start.
The song stopped simultaneously with Y/N. She was breathing heavily and dropped her ending pose. She turned to look at Mr. Son, who looked like he had been hypnotized.
It was now her turn to clear her throat.
Mr. Son blinked a few times before he had come back fully from the enchantment. He was stunned that Y/N, who looked to be no older than 16, could be such an amazing dancer. She had discipline, precision, accuracy, and, most importantly, there was emotion behind every move.
The choreography was like nothing he had ever seen. He couldn’t believe what he just witnessed.
She integrated so many styles into her choreography flawlessly. He was now becoming giddy at the thought of choreographing with her. Being able to nurture her talent… she could easily become a force to be reckoned with.
During this thought process for Mr. Son, Y/N was having a panic attack thinking that he didn’t like it and that she was going to be turned away. It wasn’t until he coughed and began speaking that she calmed.
“That was good. I think that you could be a great asset to the company. I would like to work with you personally, and mentor you. You’re still in school, correct?” He asked.
A stunned Y/N froze for a split second before she answered, “I am. I have a year and a half left.”
“Okay, I’m going to talk to the company heads, and get back to you. I’ll call you to discuss when you can come in and we will set up a schedule. That’s all for now; listen for a call from me, and I’ll talk to you soon Y/N. Have a nice day.” Mr. Son was very excited about this and couldn’t wait to continue.
“Thank you for taking the time to interview me and for the compliments. I hope to hear from you soon, have a nice day Mr. Son.” Y/N had bowed again, collected her things, and left. She was so jittery from what had just happened. She couldn’t contain her excitement. Her hard work had paid off. She headed home with a smile on her face and some pep in her step.