Placebo (BangChan X Y/N)

Chapter I

They're doing fantastic aren't they?"

I glanced away from the stage towards the voice that came from behind me and smiled. It was their manager, Min, his face beaming with pride as he glanced out at the guys. "They've really worked incredibly hard to get to this point."

I looked back out towards all of them and could feel the huge smile on my face. "They have, and it shows with every move they make." I felt an overwhelming amount of pride and happiness surge throughout my body as we both stood there and watched them. I still couldn't help but wonder just how I made it to this point and found myself reminiscing once again.

I've been with JYP now for almost a year, and with Stray Kids for almost as long. I started off as a simple intern; I was there to simply help do whatever needed to be done. I didn't mind it, even with the pay being practically nonexistent, I was happy to be at the JYP building. My hopes of possibly one day seeing and meeting Stray Kids one of my end goals, it kept the motivation high to do anything anyone asked of me.

The first couple weeks I was here, I never really saw them, just heard about them constantly. I never imagined I would ever reach the level of working or interacting with them as I am now, but at the time just knowing I worked in the same building as them was enough to make me happier than I had ever been. One day when cleaning one of their practice rooms, an all too familiar person walked in on me.

Normally when I clean, I always have my earbuds in and the music turned up to a deafening level. It was particularly late that night and I wasn't expecting anyone to be in the building, so of course that meant I could sing while I cleaned. I became lost in it until I finally looked up in the mirror and felt my whole heart on the verge of convulsing out of my chest.

"Shit!" I screamed much louder than I intended. The small bucket I was holding with water now rolled across the floor, its contents glistening everywhere as I had thrown it up in the air when I jumped. "I'm so sorry!"

The man quickly ran over to the small counter in the room and grabbed some paper towels before he came towards me. "No it's my fault! I'm sorry, I just...I heard someone singing and wasn't sure who it was." I watched in sheer amazement as he bent down and laid the paper towels on the ground, waiting as it quickly saturated each towel with the spilt water. "I think I created an even bigger mess for you. I'm so sorry," he said through a small, embarrassed chuckle.

I shook my head and dropped to the floor to help him finish drying the water up. "You don't need to be doing this! I-I got it."

He quickly glanced up at me, his dark eyes sparkling from behind his blonde bangs. "Absolutely not. Not only did I cause this mess, but I scared you, watched you without you knowing, and almost gave you a heart attack. The least I can do is fix the issues I caused." He looked back down and meticulously gathered the paper towels into one neat pile. "Plus this is a much easier mess to clean up than I'm used to."

I wanted to speak but my mouth wouldn't open. I couldn't believe he was here...talking to me...and treating me as if I'm just-well, a normal person and not a low ranking employee of his company.

He stood up and ran back towards the corner of the room where a small trash can sat and brought it back to where I was. He quickly gathered all the wet paper towels and tossed them into the trash can, clapping his hands together once he was finished. "I can take this out too. It looks like you had already emptied it."

I still sat on the floor, my gaze locked on him and unable to say a word. He looked down at me, his smile growing wider by the second. He chuckled softly and bent down, setting the trash can off to the side of him. "Hey? You uh...you didn't have a heart attack, right?"