𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙕𝘼 ➫『 ᴮᵀˢ' ᴹᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ』

ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ

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"What do you mean you lost them?" A gravely voice grunts, echoing throughout the room. "I was expecting those outfits three hours ago and now you decide to call and tell me that you have no idea where they are?" The man, Akka, squeezes his aluminum thermos so hard you could hear it creak with protest.

The staff around him shuffled nervously as they went about their jobs preparing what they will need to ready the members of BTS to go on stage for their fan meet. You could already hear the fans- or ARMY- doing the name chant from the venue area outside.

"No, no, no. I specifically told you to have them sent to the top stylist two weeks ago when we arranged this. This is your mistake and I'm not paying for it." Akka fumes, taking a much needed swig of his bitter, black coffee. "Now, have them here by the end of tomorrow or it's going to be you who's going to be explaining why BTS is wearing their street clothes to their upcoming show. Goodbye." Akka snaps his work phone shut before the man can reply. He sighs tiredly and sips more of his drink, less aggressively this time. "Buon dio. People are fucking idiots."

He stretches backwards, wincing as multiple cracks are heard from the movement. "I need a day off." He mutters, half-heartedly walking up to the top stylist who was supposed to be touching up the boys costume for next month but is instead organizing the fabrics they had brought to compare to the member's skin tones or whatever. Akka didn't go into fashion for a reason.

"Kani?" He said her name to get her attention, receiving a hum in response. "Bad news, the costumes for the November show are gonna be very much late."

Kani brings her head out of where it was inside a clothing rack, taking stock of what fabrics would be needed for later events. "WHAT?! But we needed those costumes like yesterday!"

Akka grimaced, "That's what I said, but the world is full of incompetent idiots. I told them to have it to you by the end of tomorrow or-"

"Or it'll be their head on a pike?" Kani finished with a raised eyebrow, having worked with Akka before and knowing of his... tendencies to get things done.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. "Well, not in so many words."

Kani sighed, tracing her chin thoughtfully, "Well if they can get here by that time stamp, then I suppose I could give them the whole thorough check over and still have the time to make little tweaks as I need..." Her nose scrunched. "People are idiots."

Akka chuckled, sauntering up and wrapping an arm around her. "Ah, mio ​​bel fiore, we are among kindred spirits, no?"

Kani giggled, "Alright, Romeo. You should be paying attention to the storm of testosterone that will arriving here in about - oh, I dunno-" She was cut off as crash was heard down the hall.

"Whoops..." Came Namjoon's voice.

"Now." Kani finished with an amused grin.

Akka sighed, rubbing his temples, and moved to get his bag from where it was draped over a chair. He was going to need it, whether it be the med-kit for Namjoon, the actual God of Destruction, or the Advil for his pounding head.

As he was rummaging for what could be his sanity or the snacks he brought for his charges, he was glomped from behind. "Aki hyung~!"

"Jungkook-ssi." Akka replied, unbothered by the man attached to his back. Pulling out the bag of snacks, he turned around but not before Jungkook latched his legs around his waist. He grunted at the sudden sudden added weight, more out of surprise rather than pain, (he was far too used to this) and handed out the food to everyone. Pretzels, trail mix, crackers, a small pack of cereal, sugary glazed popcorn, chips, and a candy bar; everyone had very different tastes that were hard to remember at first but just became second hand knowledge as the years went on.