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157. SVT Vernon - Sleeping Beauty

Tumblr : 17-imagines

Member: hansol ft. members

Genre: fluff // angst if u squint

Word Count: 1649

"Uncle, when you said 'summer job' I was thinking more... You know, convenience store cashier," you mumble, glancing out the window at the fans lined up outside, cameras flashing and girls screaming. "Not assistant manager for an idol group."

He laughs, shaking his head as he pulls out of the parking lot. "I needed the help," he shrugs, "Besides. I'm doing you a favor," he grins.

"A 'favor'?" You ask, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You didn't..."

"Yup. I know all about your love for the boys." The car comes to a stop at a light, and he leans in, voice dropping to a whisper, "I also know about your undying love for Jeonghannie over there."

You hit your uncle in the arm, prompting him to burst into laughter. The car lurches forward, causing you to fall back into your seat. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me!"

"Secret?" Seungcheol repeats, leaning forward. "Hyung, there shouldn't be any secrets! We're a family here," the leader pouts, turning to you with a grin. "What're you hiding, hm?"

"Nothing," you reply curtly, turning to look out the window. "It's not important, anyway."

"What do you mean?" Jeonghan pipes in, the frown on his face visible in the rearview mirror.

"I mean... I can't be biased towards anyone anymore, right? I have to take care of you all equally." The car erupts into chaos as the boys toss questions at you, throwing out guesses and assumptions.

"You've got to tell them now," your uncle chuckles, "They won't listen to you if you don't tell them."

You groan, glancing at the grinning Jeonghan in the mirror, your eyes meeting for a split second, before you avert them and turn a shade darker.

Jeonghan giggles, face unable to cease smiling.

"You two..." Seungkwan grumbles, "It's Jeonghan-hyung! Look at how red she is from just a glance!" He shouts, pointing a finger at the elder accusingly.

The members grumble and complain for a few minutes, eventually letting the situation settle and slipping back into their conversation.

"(F/N)-ah," your uncle calls from the doorway, "Wake up Hansol, I'm going to take the rest of them backstage."

You shoot him a thumbs up, tossing your phone into your open bag, zipping it closed. Hansol shifts in his sleep, mouth open, facing upwards to avoid ruining his makeup.

"Hansol-ssi, it's time for pre-recording." You shake his shoulder, only receiving a swat in return. "Chwe Hansol!" He jumps at that, yawning as he stretches.

"Oh... Sorry," he says sleepily, "Didn't get much sleep last night. Practice," he mumbles, standing. He brushes past you, not bothering to wait for you to lead him.

"Uh, did I do something?" You ask, fastening your pace to match his, flashing your badge at the security guard by the stage.

"No," Hansol replies, "Not really."

"Not really?" You repeat, glancing at him. His brows are furrowed, expression unreadable in the darkness of backstage.

"Call it jealousy," he says, disappearing into the large group of rehearsing boys, leaving you with the rest of the staff.