my castle's crumbling... | park ji-sung x male reader

thirteen

26/10/2023, thursday, 4pm

m/n walked through the grand entrance of the hotel again, wearing a formal suit since he would return to office after.

as the doorsmen greeted him, his eyes raked over the wide area, and unsurprisingly, his eyes landed on the group at the resting area, their manager first to catch his attention who was telling the idols to stand up. they weren't late, just as m/n had expected.

he approached them, giving a polite bow to the manager, who quickly returned one to him.

"is everyone ready?" he asked with a gentle smile. the manager looked at every member who gave her a slight nod.

"yes." she replied.

"great, let's go then." m/n said, turning around and walking to the entrance, the 8 following him from close behind. he retrieved the keys from the valet who guided them to their car.

26/10/2023, thursday, 4.12pm

after m/n parked the vehicle, he led the group to the white house, bringing them to their practice and styling rooms.

as they walked through the pearly white halls, the dreamies and their manager marveled at the grandeur of the place, while m/n had a look of disinterest, being too used to the same walls he sees at work everyday.

after a few minutes of walking in silence, m/n stopped infront of conference room 2. he opened the door, letting them in.

"this will be your practice room, and on the day of, it will be your make-up room. there's also a toilet just down the hall from where we came from so you can change there as well. of course, everything will be provided." he informed. "there will only be signs on the day of, so if you do lose your way, you can call me at my number, or my extension, and i'll either be there to bring you here or someone else will." he finished, eyeing the group to see if they had any questions. when no one asked a question, he spoke up again.

"okay since there aren't any questions, i'll bring all of you to the venue." he said, leaving the room with the door open, the group following behind.

they walked to the front of the white house, where some of the white house security were roaming on the green grass.

"you'll be performing here, and there will be a stage as well as tents and makeshift backstage rooms." m/n informed as the group gave unison nods. he held back a laugh when he saw their synchronised movements.

he cleared his throat, and checked on the time. it read 8.43am. as special guests, president grant has asked m/n to give them a tour of the white house.

"now, i'll give you a tou-" the ringing of his phone cut him off. he glanced at it to see it was the president. he threw a sorry look to the group to excuse himself before he moved a slight distance away.

"mr president?" he answered. "m/n, please come to b-room-72." b-room-72 was one of the underground secret meeting rooms, like the previous meeting they had in b-room-32. "yes sir." he quickly replied.

he briskly walked to the group.

"i wanted to give you a tour of the white house," he lifted his phone. "but i now have a meeting." he said, his eyes brimmed with apology.

"lets find someone who can do the tour with you guys," he said, whipping his head around. in the distance, he saw a well-known white house guide at the gates of the white house. since it would be beneficial for guides to be able to speak in many languages, m/n must be lucky since tour guide ed was a korean and could converse with them.