Dressed for Revenge: It's the Idol's Turn

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"F" POV

I came back to my group's cubicle after a hard day of performing. Plopping down on my chair, sighing from exhaustion. Grabbing the water bottle on the desk in front of me, I took a big gulp. "Ah, I'm worn out!" my group mate exclaimed beside me. I laughed at his remark as my stomach started to rumble.

Finding my way to the restroom, I explored some parts of the building as well. I spotted a lot of my favorite idols, like Twice! I saw Nayeon and Sana taking selfies earlier. I'm such a lucky fanboy.

Just as I spotted the restroom across the hallway I was in, I heard some voices inside the room I was standing outside of. I know some weird shit happens in this building, like... maybe ghosts. Or just idols having sex. Both of which I'm terrified of.

I slowly went forward, quietly placing my ear on the door. "... can't just do what you fucking want around here!" Oh, it's two people having an... argument? Yikes. I better not meddle in. Just as I was about to walk away, a slap echoed around the room.

'Oh shit.'

I put my ear on the door once again. "You fucking got that?" "Yes, sir." Damn, this is bad. I knew a lot of bad stuff happens sometimes but I didn't actually witness people getting hurt here. That's just... really messed up. I took a step backwards as I noticed that their conversation was coming to an end, I can't be caught eavesdropping around here. Especially not after what this person could do.

Our group is heading out now. Greeting goodbye to the crew, we head for the door leading outside the building. There were some idols scattered around the floor, I guess they're about to hit the sack as well. I gazed around the idols around me, trying to find who was hurt earlier. Some said hellos and goodbyes to me and my group.
"Good work today!" said Hae Yoon. I scanned her face and... is that a bruise?
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Narrator POV

Hae Yoon stared at the message before her. Dumbfounded, she wonders who may it be. A friend? Or a foe? Whatever, she's too tired for this shit. She made a little "don't care" shrug and tossed her phone aside, laying back down on her cold bed.

Brrrrr skibididopdop yells her alarm. She opens her eyes and was greeted by the soft sunlight escaping through the gaps if her blinds. Groaning as she sat up, she turns her alarm off. Grabbing her phone somewhere on her bed, she checks her schedule. That same message still stuck on her lock screen, giving her the chills once more as she read it again. 'It may be just a prank. I'll forget about it."

Schedule:
9 am - Check in to building
10 am - Meeting with producers
12 to 1 pm - Lunch
1 pm - Song Rehearsal
2:30 pm - Recording
5 pm - Break
6 pm - Meeting with Choreographers
8 pm - Dance Practice
10 pm - Dismissal

'It's going to be a long day again...' She got up and dressed herself, this time it's comfy and cute. I mean, who the hell would go to work in 12 inch heels? And plus, there won't be a performance later so it's aight. While brushing her teeth, she looks at her reflection in the mirror. Turning to the side where she got slapped, she traced her fingers on it. 'This is bad, I can't let people see it.' She spit out the foam from brushing her teeth and started doing her makeup. Grabbing the foundation bottle, she puts some on her face. Then some more. And a lot more.