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.Zaina.

It's concert time. We had lunch at 1pm and spent the next four hours talking. It's oddly adorable that there's never silence when the seven of them are together. Though I guess if you put seven different personalities in a room, someone's bound to break the silence.

But it's 5pm now, so the guys are getting ready for the rehearsal. Getting mic'd up and all. I was in the backstage lounge where staff were helping themselves to the buffet and chatting with camera crew.

"So what do you think so far?" Someone sat next to me with a plate. I looked over to meet eyes with Minseong, Jin's manager.

"About what?"

"You know, this whole 'knowing they're famous' thing." He chuckled, passing a can of sprite across the table to me.

"I mean..." I sighed. "I kinda wish they weren't." I shrugged.

"I'm sure they do too. Every time they breathe, it's being broadcasted around the world. The company is doing better at giving them more privacy, though. But they should hurry, seeing as the leader of the group can't keep his hands off of his girlfriend." He laughed before gathering some ramen around his chopsticks. I cleared my throat and looked away.

"There's a whole buffet, and you're eating ramen?" I looked down at the soda can.

"I've spent a little too much time with Jungkook, so what? His manager has been a little sick lately so the rest of us have to pitch in on watching the kid."

"Kookie doesn't have a manager?" I tilted my head, damn I'm acting like Hobi now too?

"Not at the moment, no. Why do you ask?" He raised a brow. I remained silent until he got the hint. "No, you're not gonna... Zaina I don't think you know what you're signing up for."

"What's the problem? I've spent time alone with Kookie before, he seems to be pretty manageable." I shrugged.

"He's worse than Jin. That's really saying something." He sighed. "If you met his actual manager and saw what type of person he is, you might change your mind."

"Why would that change my mind?" I laughed. He paused to pulled out his phone with a sigh, silently turning it to me. "Oh..." I mumbled. This guy looked to be at least a whole foot taller than Kookie, not only that but he was buff as hell. And he looked mean.

"That's Seongju hyung. Kook plays around a lot and wanders off on his own so it's easy to lose him. He needs a personified handcuff."

"Oh I can be and provide handcuffs. Bet." I finally opened the can to take a sip.

"No, you kinky lil sh-" He was about to go off when suddenly his walkie talkie on his belt loop went off. "It's a Kookie associated problem. Lemme demonstrate your duties as his manager." He waited for me to get up before speed walking out the doors and into the actual arena. Staff were running around fanatically, yelling stuff at each other. Minseong just stood there with his arms crossed.

"Um... what's going on?"

"They lost him." He sighed.

"What you mean they lost him?!" I gasped.

"I mean he ran off on his own without even telling his group members. You still want this job?"

"Depends on where he ran off to. If it was to get something to eat or take a nap, that's fine. But if it was something stupid-"

I was interrupted by a crowd of frustrated staff leading a soaking wet Jungkook back to the dressing room.

"Hi noona!" He giggled with a playful wave.