❝I really fucking hate you Lee Haechan,❞
❝No you don't angel ❞
- 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐮˚
- 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬˚
✧˚ · | in which a
job opportunity
from heaven
turns out to be
hell on earth
Lee Haechan hates paparazzi, reporters, talk show host...
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chapter 12 - midnight memories "same old shit, but a different day." ARYA ▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞
"I can't believe they confiscated your phone," Iseul says on her end of the call.
It had been two days since I went to the street race with the members of Dream; since then; I had experienced my first live show and was now thinking of a new plan with my partner in crime and best friend.
That's why I was sat in the lobby of the company building, having our typical catch-up call. Frankly, having this conversation here wasn't ideal, but I had wanted to be around in case one of the boys was crossing by so that I could interview them. According to Jisung, they weren't scheduled for anything today. Even though I was focused on my side project with Isuel, I still needed to create a tour documentary, and I needed more intimate footage.
And besides, I was currently snuggled into one of the sofas in the back corner of the lobby. The most out of sight I possibly could be for the time being.
"I can," I reply, "The whole thing is illegal, why would they want any evidence?"
Iseul sighs, "I suppose so. Have you asked when he's taking you to the next race?"
I scoff, "He barely agreed to the first one, I doubt he's rearing to take me to the next one."
"I don't know," Iseul hesitates, "From what you told me he seemed to like my black dress idea."
I shudder remembering the event. That night, Iseul suggested that I wear the tight black dress which dipped into a low V around my cleavage that she packed for my first show. At first, I objected, thinking the outfit wasn't exactly work-appropriate, but it was a rock concert for heaven's sake. And according to Iseul, showing off my assets was a perfect way to get re-invited to the next race.
Even though we didn't think the plan would work on Haechan, we had four other perfectly acceptable band members that could have offered me an invitation. Iseul's bet was on Jaemin, knowing his very public history with women, but Haechan had stopped any plans of that when he prevented me from taking Jaemin's picture.
It was weird now that I think of it-but I don't want to think of it-so I don't.
"The black dress idea definitely didn't work. Actually, I remember Haechan telling me he's not in the mood for me to take his picture and talk to him."
"See that's your problem."
I raise my eyebrow, not that she could see me, "My problem?"
"You back down too much, test your limits."
"You want me to test my limits with a man who is infamous for attacking paparazzi?" I ask, but we both knew it wasn't a serious question.
