One-Shot!

“You really love to zone out do you?” A familiar soft mellow voice beside you startled you.

You finally snap out of it. Ah, where were you again? Why are you staring at the ceiling again? Beige really is a “nice” colour you thought. At least that is what you tell yourself. It’s calm, comforting, and controlled? It’s what the internet told you either way. (You spent an hour discussing colours with Sakura that one time and now you are suddenly able to ‘feel’ the vibe or something?)

Sounds of rhythmic steps echo through the practice room, loud random background music surrounds the room, and chatter between the members resumes. Some even tease you about it, and others even playfully mimic your ‘Zoned Out’ expression.

What’s new? Right?

“My bad Chaewon…still can’t believe I’m doing this assistant manager gig for LE SSERAFIM you know? didn’t really expect my drunken application to get accepted you know?,” You muttered. Just soft enough for it to land on her ears despite the lively and chaotic atmosphere around you.

“You’re doing well, Oppa! Heck for someone who applied to be our assistant manager on a whim, you’re hella good!” Chaewon reassures you with a reassuring pat on your back. Shortly before joining her members back into position. The warm, soft feeling of her small palm lingers for a second on your back. Maybe a second too long—

“Next song please Y/N! I’m all fired up today and I don’t know why!” A loud thunderous voice rattles your eardrums. Who else could it possibly be if it isn’t the golden retriever puppy personified into a human being itself? Yunjin. She hops in place while waving and flapping her arms in your direction, earning a few chuckles and nods from the rest of the group.

“Okay okay, get back to your respective positions girls.

Yah— Eunchae, where did you get the snacks from?” noticing the maknae nibbling something that looked awfully similar to you.

Too late, your not so “secret” stash of snacks is gone. Gone, consumed entirely by an endless black hole(Eunchae’s stomach). Who would have thought that hiding some hella delicious snacks inside the only cupboard in the studio would be a great spot right? (You, duh)

Well, this is your life now. An assistant manager. More like a glorified babysitter. You tell yourself it’s manageable, fun, a job where people would kill to get. In reality? It’s much deeper than that. They need someone to talk to? Where do they go? You.

Someone to give them their emergency snacks? You. Safe to say you’re kinda like a safe bubble for the girls.

Last week, it was supposed to be a peaceful off day. No schedules, no dance practice, just peace.

That’s how it usually goes after all. You’re usually rolled up like a fat burrito in your room. Wrapped in the comfy comforter that Kazuha had recommended to you when you had sleepless and restless nights.

“It helps with the vibes Oppa, try it,” she says. Now you’re using a bright pink comforter that she gave you for bed.

Did it work?

Hell yeah, that’s what you’ve convinced yourself of, at least. (Power of believing or someshit) More like actually being overworked huh? It’s nothing compared to their everyday lifestyle though, duh.

Not to mention, when you got the job, life really loves you huh?

“Congratulations Y/N, you’re hired. As per contract requirements, you’ll be moving in with the girls once you’re ready,” said Mr Kim, your interviewer at HYBE.

Were you freaking out and overthinking like a monkey when you got the “revelation” from Mr Kim?

Yes.

Was your heart pounding and trying to get out of your chest when he asked if you were fine with it?