BTS STUFF

Unfortunately, the ride was not as long as you had anticipated. As quickly as you had fallen asleep, Mr. Park was shaking you awake moments later telling you you had arrived.

The hotel wasn’t as luxurious you had expected it to be, but it was cozy. Cold air welcomed you as you walked through the doors, the contrast in temperature from outside further waking you up. As you lounge on the comfy lobby couch, Mr. Park was talking to the receptionist, probably getting your room set up for you. You had to make sure to thank him later.

As you slumped into the couch, your mind wandered back to the interview. BigHit hadn’t mentioned any requirements besides the designated day and location within the email. Supposedly you were going to be given the information regarding your specific interview later today, though a specific time of when you weren’t sure. You glanced over at Mr. Park, trying to gauge how things were doing.

He seemed deep in conversation still, though things seemed to be running smoothly. You were too tired to translate what was being said between him and the lobby receptionist, instead, settling on going back to running over tomorrow's plans. Your mind soon begins generating questions that could be asked tomorrow.

Question one, ‘Why do you deserve to be on this show?’ 

You blanch at the question. How were you supposed to answer this without sounding entitled? On second thought, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, it was only adding to your stress for tomorrow. So caught up in your thoughts, you don’t notice Mr. Park making his way towards you as you continue trying to come up with an answer to the difficult question.

“Are you ready for room?” Mr. Park asks. You gasp, startled. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, and quickly stand, leaning on your suitcase for support.

“Yes, yes, thank you, Mr. Park,” you respond shakily, still startled by the interruption.

You follow Mr. Park as he leads you to your room silently. You feel tense as you walk behind him, too tired and stressed to make conversation.

When you arrive at the room, Mr. Park turns to you with the key.

“My boss was going come here, but he busy, so he’ll email, okay?” He says, using his hands to enunciate the words.

Taking the offered key card, you bow slightly and unlock your door.

“Yes, I understand, thank you Mr. Park” you respond. Bowing once more, you turn and enter your room, immediately making your way towards the bed. A soft click sounds as the door closes behind you. 

Closing your eyes, you sigh. You could feel a headache ebbing its way at your temple from lack of sleep and the toll of a long flight on your body. You turn towards your phone one last time to check your email for any updates; but alas nothing new. Great.

Pulling your shoes off, you plug in your phone and set an alarm for three hours. Hopefully, you could get some sleep for now, and later you would check your email for updates on the interview. You tuck the sheets tightly around you and quickly drift to sleep.

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Three hours later the shrill tone of your phone is jolting you awake. Clumsily flinging your hands, you seek your phone on the dresser beside you. 

Why was it so hard to shut the damn thing off. 

Two minutes and many aggressive taps later, the alarm had quieted. Groggily, you open the email app, clicking your inbox for anything new.

You find BigHit’s email and begin to read through the information. Your interview was at 12:30 pm. You hoped the staff wouldn’t be too tired by then, especially with having to go through the same interviews over and over again. Luckily for you, though, this gave you enough time to wake up at a comfortable time and choose a nice outfit for the day, worry-free. You hum, content with the information given. You continue to read down the email but stop short when your eyes hit the next line.

Though it is not guaranteed, the seven men of BigHit’s BTS may decide to make an appearance during the interview process, in which we ask that you kindly pay them no mind and carry on answering our questions.

In an instant, your mind was reeling at this unexpected statement. Your palms grew sweaty and you could feel your heartbeat pick up pace. 

How could they just drop this on you and not expect you to freak out? 

Sure you wanted to meet the guys, it was the dream of a lifetime, but how were you expected to sit there and answer questions normally with seven international idols watching you? 

“Ugh” you cringed inwardly, slapping your hands onto your face. This added pressure was not what you needed right now. 

You slowly unravel yourself from the sheets and walk your way towards the bathroom. At that moment a hot shower sounded like the perfect way to clear your head.

Except now here you were, naked and burning in scalding water, still freaking out over the fact BTS could decide to make an appearance during your interview. How you were going to manage a full night of sleep with this knowledge was beyond you.

After you’re sure your skin has peeled off from the sheer temperature of your shower alone, you step out, grabbing the fluffy hotel towel closest to you. 

Drying yourself off, you sift through your luggage for your pajamas before making your way back back to the bed. Despite the three hour nap you had taken, you were still tired, though you weren’t sure you’d be getting much sleep now with your mind still overwhelmed with thoughts of what may happen tomorrow. 

Sighing to yourself, you reach over and shut the lights off. Whatever happens tomorrow is out of your control now, no use losing sleep over it. You close your eyes to the darkness and allow yourself to fall back into sleep.

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You were running late. 

Waking up at 10, despite getting more than enough sleep, was not a part of the plan. You had only woken up when room service came knocking at your door, in which you leaped out of bed when realizing the time. Now you only had 2 hours to pick an outfit, do your makeup, and make it to the interview on time. 

Rummaging through your clothing, you begin throwing clothes into piles around you. Finding an outfit was proving to be difficult and your time was running out. 

Finally, you settled on wearing a short floral summer dress, it was a flush pink that made you feel cute. You weren’t fully comfortable wearing dresses casually, but this one was easy to wear and could easily match with a plain pair of sandals.

Running to the bathroom you check the time, 10:45 am, you were going to have to leave your hair natural. You quickly apply your makeup, opting for a more natural look since you were already running behind. 

Finally finished, you make your way through the room, grabbing your wallet, phone, and charger for your trip out. As you pass your room mirror your attention shifts towards your reflection and you pause, taking yourself in. 

You squint at the details of your face and body staring back at you. Admittedly, you looked cute, you wouldn’t deny that, but thinking of the other girls applying today you most likely were nothing special. Who knew what the other applicants looked like, either way, ugly or pretty, you were going to have to do more than look good to get noticed by BigHit. Shaking your head, you carry on, now was not the time to dwell deeply on these thoughts. 

As you leave the room, you close the door behind you, jogging lightly to the elevator down the hall. You hadn’t seen anything about transportation in the email, so you had assumed you were going to have to call a taxi to get to your appointment. 

Stepping into the elevator, you press the lobby button hurriedly. You tapped your foot with impatience as the machine glided down to your destination.

The elevator jerks to a stop and you hop out the elevator quickly. Checking your phone once again the time flashes on the screen, 11:45 a.m. Shit. 

Looking outside, you spot a couple of cars lined up in the front driveway of the hotel drop off area. Hoping for the best you, speed walk out of the building, heading straight towards the cars. As you approach them you wave to one of the cars hoping it is a taxi. 

The man in the front of the car gives you a slight nod and it’s all you need to wrangle the door open the moment your hand hits the handle. Jumping into the back you collect your purse near you and tell the driver the address.

“5 30-gil, Hakdong-ro, Floor Yangjin Plaza 5F, I’m heading to Bighit headquarters” you yelp out.

Though he says nothing, you assume he heard you as he begins driving wordlessly. The adrenaline is still coursing through you and you can feel your hands trembling slightly in your lap. 

Looking through your phone camera, you check your makeup and hair in hopes of distracting yourself from your nerves and making sure nothing was ruined in the rush. Taking a deep breath does nothing to stop the trembling of your hands.

You notice the city passing by and you stare in amazement. You had always dreamt of traveling to Korea and exploring its many cities, though you couldn’t do much exploring now. Maybe you could try checking out shops in the area after the interview, and if worse came to worst, and you weren’t chosen for the show, you could always travel through Korea with the time you had left here.

You feel the car come to a stop, the tall glass building in front of you indicating you had arrived. Quickly paying the driver, you make your way towards the leering building. 

After stepping through the sliding doors, you look around lost before making a beeline to the front desk. You were nervous, unsure of what to do now that you were here.

“Hello,” you start nervously, placing your warm hands on the desk, “I’m here for my interview at 12:30” One of the receptionists eyes you suspiciously and you begin to fidget nervously.

“Name?” she asks, turning back towards her computer.

“Um, (y/n) (l/n), it’s the interview for the BTS show” you answer.

She types in what you’re assuming is the information you just gave her, before printing a piece of paper and making her way around the desk separating the two of you.

“If you’d follow me please.” She hands you the paper, which you read has your name and interview details, and begins walking towards the elevators down the hall. Jogging lightly to keep up with the receptionist's long strides, you make sure to stay close behind her, not wanting to get lost.

By the time you reach the interview room (on the 3rd floor as you had made sure to remember), you are already sweating from the effort of trying to keep up with the receptionist. The woman had long legs.

“You can take a seat here until they call you in.” The receptionist points to a chair outside of the doorway.

You nod in acknowledgment and place yourself down into the chair, “Thank you.”

With a curt smile, she bows quickly and exits swiftly, most likely returning to the front desk you had first approached her at. 

As you sit and wait, curiosity gnaws its way into your mind. You couldn’t help but wonder who was in the room and what they were talking about.

Just as you begin moving your ear towards the said room, the door slams open, causing you to jump back in fear. People begin exiting the room and you try to straighten yourself as though you hadn’t almost just been caught eavesdropping.

Looking up, your breath stutters as you catch sight of the most gorgeous girl you have ever laid eyes on. She was tall and pale, her skin practically poreless. Despite her baggy sweater, you could make out her curves as she sashayed her way out of the room. Her hair was long and glossy, the black color complimenting her pale skin. You realize your staring and hurriedly turn away towards the nearby wall.

You can hear her laughing before she says something in Korean, something you can’t quite catch. But soon after a second voice is responding. A deep and very familiar voice. One you’re sure you’ve heard before. Swiveling your head back to the beautiful stranger your jaw drops at the scene before you.

Not only is this woman gorgeous, but she’s having a very amusing conversation with the seven other boys of Bangtan. A gasp escapes you involuntarily and you turn your head away once again, you didn’t want them to notice you.

Before you can delve further into the situation you had just witnessed, a woman calls your name from the room.

“(y/n) (l/n), if you could please enter, it’s time for your interview.”

The chair squeaks as you stand up and briskly make your way into the room.

There are 4 people inside seated at a long table. In front of the table is a single chair illuminated by a studio light. It reminded you of picture days back when you were younger. 

Each person at the table has papers in front of them in what you assume is a script of the questions as they wait for your arrival.

You gulp nervously before walking in the direction of the woman who had called your name. She leads you to the center chair before walking away, leaving you alone, and feeling vulnerable. 

You want to close your eyes and think, some time to calm your raging nerves. If you were going to get through this, you had to act confident, even if you didn’t feel it.

You straighten your posture, pushing your shoulders back, head up, and turn your eyes straight, looking directly at the group in front of you. You were going to get through this.

A cough escapes a man on the far right of the table, catching your attention. He looks to be around late-40’s maybe older, with salt and pepper hair and slight wrinkles around his eyes. He smiles as you face him.

“Hello (y/n), welcome to your interview for BTS Reality,” he starts with a warm tone, “I hope your stay has been comfortable so far. Now if we may, we’d like to start by asking you some questions.” 

You nod in response and make sure to smile. “Of course.” 

“Okay great!” He exclaims happily, “For starters, my name is Bang Si-Hyuk, next to me is Lenzo Yoon, Tae-Sung Jeong, and Kim U-taek.” Looking down the line, you give each man a nod and return your gaze to Bang Si-Hyuk. “So (y/n), tell me, do you have any hobbies?”

You still, surprised at the question. It was much simpler than what you had initially expected, putting you at slight ease. Quickly regaining your composure, you wring your hands together and let out a nervous giggle.

“Well,” you start, “I enjoy a bit of everything, I wouldn’t say there’s one particular thing that I have a strong passion for. It’s always been kind of an issue of mine, my inability to stick to one thing.” laughing at yourself, you begin speaking more comfortably, “But when I’m home I enjoy baking and cooking new foods, I also don’t mind trying to sew new things, though most of the time it doesn’t work out. At the end of the day, I’m just someone who tries everything and hopes to have fun doing it.” You finish your answer happily, momentarily forgetting the men sitting in front of you.

All the men seem slightly intrigued at your answer, the one on the far left, Kim U-taek, speaking next.

“You said you like adventure? Could you please elaborate for me (y/n).” Crossing your legs, you smooth your dress.

“Of course,” you respond lightly, “I will admit, I enjoy doing things that are out of my comfort zone. Things such as zip-lining and tubing are things I always love. But I can be hesitant at times before getting on scary roller coasters.” At this, you hear some of the men chuckle. Smiling yourself, you continue. “You could say I love a challenge, overcoming something I didn’t think I could, and something that many others couldn’t. It’s the competitive nature in me, I have to win.”

The four nod impressed, and scribble into their papers, you wanted desperately to know what they were writing. Did you do good?

Bang Si-Hyuk’s voice interrupts your mental questions suddenly with one of his own.

“What are your plans for the future?”

“Oh!” you exclaim happily. Your future is something you loved to think about often, so answering this question was no issue. “Right now I’m in my third year of university, but I hope to one day graduate medical school and become a pediatrician.”

The man in the middle of the table, who you think is Lenzo Yoon, interrupts you, “That’s refreshing to hear, most people so far have said they wanted to be singers or dancers, I was beginning to worry.” He finishes with a hearty laugh.

“I can imagine many people feel a sense of opportunity saying that here,” you respond politely. You couldn’t blame those who had tried putting their name out there, it was hard nowadays to make it big in the entertainment industry.

“Yes, well, please,” Lenzo Yoon waves his hand in a circular motion, “continue.”

“Well, I’ve always had a soft spot for children, often contemplating whether being a teacher or nanny would be better suited for me. I eventually settled on becoming a pediatrician because I felt in that position I can truly help children’s needs,” you answer. “I’ve often been referred to as the mother of the group since people have always thought I act mature for my age.”

“I see, so you’d say you act mature for your age? I see here it says you’re 21, much younger than all of the band members.” Bang Si-Hyuk states. It was true, the oldest being almost 10 years older than you.

“Yes, I’ve been told countless times I am very mature for my age.” you speedily affirm.

The men return to writing their findings onto paper while you sit and wait for them to finish. Once all men place their pens down, they stand obliging you to do the same. Walking over to you, Bang Si-Hyuk holds his arm out for you to shake.

“Thank you for today (y/n), we will make sure to get back to you by tomorrow with our results. Best of luck, I hope to see you again.” Firmly grasping, you excitedly shake his hand. You make sure to bow to him and the other three men once more before exiting the room.

On your way out, your mind wanders back to the encounter you had earlier with the girl and BTS. You weren’t necessarily jealous, but you felt, for lack of a better word, strange. Not because she had been talking to them, but because you knew they were here, yet they hadn’t made an appearance at your interview.

Instantly you scold yourself for even feeling bad over something like that as if they didn’t have other things to do besides listening to people answer questions about themselves. They were busy people, they probably had practice to go to and only had time for one interview today. You felt the guilt settling in as you entered the elevator to return to the first floor.

Exiting the elevator, you walk towards the entrance of the building, making sure to wave bye to the receptionist who had helped you earlier. The gust of fresh air is refreshing when you leave, it has the cooling effect you need after the stress you endured this morning. Although you wanted nothing more than to return to your hotel, snuggle up in your comfy bed and watch T.V., you were starving. 

You were going to have to grab some food to go before you could think about laying down and relaxing. You retrieve your phone from your purse and type in a search for food nearby. You felt like walking and getting some fresh air.

By the time you arrive at the restaurant, your stomach is rumbling, the interview and walk had taken a number on you. A bell rings above you, alerting the staff of your arrival.

“Hello!” a young voice greets you in Korean. “How can we help you?” A teenage girl, likely still in high school, stands before you.

“Hello,” you return the greeting in Korean, “I was hoping to order food to go.” She nods and hands you a menu to look over.

“Sure, here’s a menu, let me know when you’re ready to order.” You nod in response, already distracted by the food presented to you on the menu.

Once you’re ready you call over the girl and relay your order. After taking your order, she goes on serving other customers, leaving you alone.

As you stand and wait for your food, a familiar laugh catches your attention. It sounded exactly like the girl from the interview, though you weren’t completely sure. The laughter continues and your resolve of not going over and investigating slowly begins to crumble. Hesitantly, you make your way towards the source, leading you farther back into the restaurant.

You approach what seems to be a doorway leading deeper into the restaurant. Looking around you, you make sure no one notices what you’re doing. 

You had some time before your order was ready, and if anyone asked, you were looking for the bathroom.

Swiftly shoving yourself through the doorway, you’re met with the sight of two or three doors, all leading to rooms where you can see tables made for groups of people to eat at. You look over to your right, the only occupied room and practically jump back in shock. 

It was an ordinary Saturday. The refreshing feeling of waking up and realizing you had no classes already making the day ten times better. The smell of coffee makes its way to your nose, indicating that Adela was awake. She was always the early riser of you two.

Making your way out of your room, you wrinkle your nose as the coffee smell becomes stronger. Coffee was not a drink you preferred. You drag your way to the bathroom and proceed through your morning routine.

Teeth freshly brushed and face washed, you walk towards the living room.

“You’re up early” Adela states slightly surprised. She watches you beeline to the couch. You offer a small grunt in return as you plop yourself down. You never were much of a morning person, though today seemed to be going fine so far. She grins and sashays her way over to the couch as you begin flipping through movies to watch.

“You know, (y/n), I’m going to be checking out that new café on campus with Jeffery today, if you want to come with” You, halt your movie search.

“Adela, girl, I love you, but Jeffery is a total douche,” you reply. Last time you checked Jeffrey's world revolved around pretty girls and parties.

Laughing, Adela rolls her eyes. “Whatever (y/n), I’m leaving in an hour, let me know if you change your mind” and with that, she heads towards her room to get ready. Shrugging, you return your focus to the T.V. It would be nice to head out today and get some fresh air, but staying home and binging Netflix sounded much more appealing. You snuggle further into the couch, yes, this will do for today.

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It was close to lunchtime when you finally peeled yourself from the couch. Your hunger had overpowered your will to not move, and so, you were forced to get up. Without Adela in the house, it was unusually quiet, something you hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing in a while. Turning to your phone, you scrolled for some music to play while making something to eat. Opening YuTube you begin your search for some good music.

While scrolling you come across a new BTS song. ‘Hmm’ you think to yourself, ‘It has been some time since I’ve listened to something new by them’ Clicking the song you are pleasantly surprised with what you hear. They had evolved their music style since the last time you had listened to them. You scroll down further to the comments, wanting to see what others think of the song. As you read through the comments, you notice some repeat the same message: LIVE EVERY FAN’S BEST DREAM WITH BTS! CLICK HERE TO READ MORE…

You stare at the message intently. It was most likely a scam, some robot trying to rob fans of their personal information, yet you felt your curiosity getting the best of you. God, please don’t be dumb right now (y/n). You could not afford to have your personal info stolen, especially your bank info, with how things were going money-wise. You found your finger getting closer and closer to the link. Well as the saying goes, you only live once! Quickly pressing down, you scrunch your eyes as if by closing your eyes you were saving yourself from the hacker you were allowing onto your phone. After a couple of seconds, you slowly peel your eyes open.

Looking down you are shocked to see a legitimate website. You stare at your phone helplessly as the options tumble through your head. Glowing on your screen was the ad for BTS’s new exclusive series reality show, something about a gift they had decided to award their fans for their 10th anniversary.

You delve further into reading the ad, trying to see if this was really happening. Who would’ve thought BigHit would ever allow this, especially with the number of crazy fans BTS had out there. Applicants weren’t required to speak fluent Korean, rather they wanted those who could speak some Korean and some English. You knew fans all over the world were having a field day over this, including you. Giggling in excitement, your legs begin bouncing in anticipation. Sure you only knew like five words in Korean, but you could learn more. As you began to calm back down, logic began invading your happy thoughts. There were going to be millions of people applying for a chance to participate in the show, and only 10 spaces available. Well, 10 spaces before elimination within the show of course. There was no way BigHit was going to notice you of all people, so what was the point.

“Fuck it” Rolling your neck, you ease the tension of sitting hunched over your phone. Either way, you weren’t going to die if you applied. Might as well jump on the opportunity.

The questions were very standard, asking information such as age, height, nationality, etc. Towards the end, trickier questions began appearing.

“Why do I want to be a part of this show?” you can’t help the eye roll that escapes you at the question “What the hell kind of question is that,” you ask yourself aloud. What were you supposed to write? It was simple, you had been a big fan of them back in the day (still kind of were), and this was your chance to meet them in person. But you had a feeling BigHit wanted something a bit deeper, something more personal. Unfortunately, you were not a very deep person, so this question was a challenge.

Almost two hours later, you were finally finished. Grumbling, you stood and made your way back to the living room. Your mind wandered back to the difficult question. You had written some cheesy response relating BTS to your ‘precious high school years’, but what if that wasn’t good enough? Someone across the globe had probably written a more authentic answer, taking your chance of ever meeting the boys. You shook your head as you made your way back to the living room, it wasn’t like you were going to get picked anyway.

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You were shaking as you stared at your computer in disbelief. To say you were confused was an understatement. How was this even possible? You were sure your application would get ignored with the millions of fans applying, yet in front of you was an email from BigHit inviting you for an interview. You couldn’t even describe the emotions coursing through you, everything felt tingly and ugh you hated it. You were probably about to have a stroke from the shock alone. Stumbling towards your bed you throw yourself down, how were you supposed to break the news to Adela. Also thank god it was summer since your dumb ass decided to apply without even thinking about school. God this was all happening way too fast.

Your hands tremble as the gravity of the situation sets in.

You were going to Korea.

You were going to be on T.V.

You were going to meet BTS.

No, you were getting ahead of yourself. You had to pass the interview first before you could even breathe in the same room as them.

Your eyes begin to droop, the softness of your bed lulling you to sleep. You had some serious planning to do.

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“God you’re so lucky (y/n), make sure to get an autograph for me.” You laugh as Adela clings to you. Breaking the news to her wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. Now here you were, a new wardrobe later, lugging the largest suitcase you could find. You weren’t exactly sure how long you were going to be stuck in Korea, so you figured you might as well pack as much as possible.

Adela had been slightly hurt that you hadn’t told her about the application since she had been a fan back in the day as well. In the end, she settled with you getting their autographs and pictures of the boys. That was if you even made it onto the show.

“You know I can’t promise that Adela” you reply amused. She rolls her eyes with a huff.

“Oh be quiet (y/n), they’d be stupid to ever reject a girl like you” she grins at you before picking up the pace. “Hurry up, you’re going to miss your flight at this rate”

You can feel the sweat collecting on your hands as you approach the security check. This was it, no turning back now. Taking in a deep breath, you turn towards Adela.

“Thanks for coming with me today, I’m seriously going to miss you”, your voice wavering slightly. You hear her sniff before she launches herself at you.

“Shut up, you’re going to make me cry (y/n)” Chuckling, you wrap your arms tighter around her. You were going to be lonely without her. Reluctantly, you pull away. You had a flight to catch. Looking back one last time, she waves and you turn and make your ways towards security. Korea, here you come.

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Finally, the plane had landed. You knew the flight would be long, but you didn’t realize how bloated you would get, so now here you were with a swollen face hobbling around the Seoul international airport. Good thing you weren’t being interviewed, or even seen by anyone from BigHit today. They might have rejected you on your bloated face alone.

Looking up you thank the gods that they provide English on the signs because although you were comfortable with speaking Korean, reading was a different story. You wander around for your carousel and luggage, there were too many people in this place. You rub your face and wipe the crust from our eyes. You could not wait to get to the hotel and get some proper rest.

30 minutes later, you finally had your luggage and were heading towards the exit when you spotted a man holding a sign with your name. You pause slightly, startled at the sight before you. Was this in the email they sent you? Gosh, you knew you should’ve re-read the email before landing. You decide against waving your hand at the man and begin approaching him instead.

Getting closer, you tentatively step towards the male “Um, hello sir, my name is (y/n) (l/n)” your voice coming out hoarsely. Jesus, you needed to drink some water asap.

Turning suddenly, the man’s eyes widen. “Oh! Apologies miss! I didn’t see you walk here” he apologizes quickly, a forced smile pulling its way across his face. His accent was prominent as he stumbled through his English. Giving you a once over, he bends to grab your luggage from you. “My name is Song Park. If you would follow me, I will be taking you to hotel”

“Oh, thank you very much Mr. Park” you respond somewhat taken aback as he begins to wheel your luggage towards the car. You weren’t expecting a whole chaperone service, but you sure as hell didn’t have any complaints.