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Nina.D. French is an English woman, born and raised by her CEO mother and her famous Chef Father. All her life she's known what everyone expects of her is to become someone great like her parents, and being an only child heavied that burden, even more, making all the prying and unwanted eyes focus on her. That's why she had no choice becoming who she was today, a cool, beauty who had the talent to do anything, whether it be sports or academics, or wealth she had it all. But that was what everyone else saw, behind the marble walls of the French Family sits a saseng fangirl whos walls are filled with nothing but pictures and articles regarding the popular boy group BTS. One day she takes it too far after discovering that they would be in England for a talk show. To avoid being recognized, she dresses herself up as a male, but things go wrong when she somehow finds herself joining Big Hit Entertainment as a Trainee and participating in an all-male survival show with the boys as their trainers and judges!.
My parents named me Nina after my late grandmother; a woman said to have lead a secret group that protected the royal family from the shadow until her death three years ago. The name means pretty eyes, fitting the hereditary crystal blue eyes that women in the French family seemed always to be born with, along with our golden hair and perfect looks.
My mother is a CEO of French Franchise, a reputable business that has branches all over the world, and my father is a world renown chef who's been all around cooking for all kinds of people including royalty outside and inside of England.
My mother once told me that because of my father cooking a war was stopped and peace was negotiated; only with the condition that my father would be allowed to travel to their country to prepare meals for them three times a year.
With these kinds of parents, you would think that my life would be like a princess, lavish clothes and jewelry, a huge mansion of a house, butlers and maids to tend to your every need. Though it may be true that I have a better life than most; the pressure that's put on me to become something great is immense. You see my family has a long line of success, as far as you could look back at my family tree you would see that everyone with French blood made something of themselves, they were someone, either a doctor who saves a country from an epidemic or a scientist who discovered something that could greatly benefit human development.
That's what's hanging over my shoulder, becoming someone who can be put in the world hall of fame, but what I truly desire, what I genuinely want to remain as I am, to become a housewife for my husbands and surrounded by no one else but these seven men.
In a remote corner deep into the mansion, an ominous door stood surrounded by darkness; if one got closer you could hear strange noises coming out of the room, the screams of a young girl echoed inside frightening the maid that was tasked with the job of calling the Miss for supper.
This maid had only been working for the French's for two months, and that's how long that door had been shut. It's said that the Miss and her parents fought, but no one knows what it was about, and those who knew had been told not to speak of it in the risk of losing their job.
As the maid advanced, the screaming inside the room continued, but as she got closer, she realized that it wasn't screaming at all, it was... chanting? The curious maid put down the tray she heald and put her ear to the door, straining her hearing towards the sounds through the door.
"...gi, Jun..., Jimin.."
She couldn't make out complete sentences because of the impressive sound resistance of this door, but words and fragments of words could be heard, though she couldn't understand a thing; the maid rationalized, maybe what she was saying wasn't in English, the Miss is known to be a genius who has learned 28 languages.
But with a proud smile, the maid knelt and put her ear towards the crack at the bottom of the door, she was pleased because her mother, obsessed with having a child who could speak another language forced her to learn Spanish and French so if she was lucky she would be able to understand what the Miss was saying.
Two Hours Later.....
In a dark corner hidden deep inside the mansion, a strange sight could be seen, a door shrouded by darkness along with a crouched figure. The figure's face couldn't be seen all you could see was a round bottom sticking out in the air wiggling around like a worm.
It had been two hours since the poor maid took up the challenge to solve the mystery of the French house and yet after listening for this long, her head couldn't comprehend anything she heard. The words after the first hour were more unambiguous, but all that that came out of that door was incomprehensible human language, she also used google translate, which resulted in nothing being solved.
And the scary thing was that after she did a robotic voice answered her in saying Error! That's when she had decided to leave, but after sitting here for so long, the maid's legs had turned to jelly. Just as she was about to try her luck again, she felt something strange like a dark presence was approaching her, that's when she realized something... the chanting had stopped.
Nothing else but silence and her pounding heart could be heard.
Badum
Badum
As she listened to her heart, she couldn't help but back away from the dark door, crawling backwards like a snail but like a snail, she wasn't quick enough when the door opened, and a hand reached out of the darkness, dragging her into the pits of hell.
