[just us]
7:38am
18th april, 2022
seoul, south korea"i'm really sorry you have to be doing this on your first day" kiwoo, a colleague of hana's tells her when they're loading up equipment into a truck early monday morning.
she'd barely been at work fifteen minutes when her boss had invited her to come along for an appointment.
hana would never pass up an opportunity like this but that also meant being willing to do all the grunt work if her boss so asked.
"it's fine" she brushes it off, flashing him a perfected 'professional' smile.
"that's the spirit" he praises, a hand landing on her shoulder to pat her encouragingly.
after a few more minutes of carefully loading expensive equipment into the truck, everything is ready and soon, they take off.
she's heard from a girl on the team that it'd be quite a long ride so she busies herself with her phone.
she'd sent heeseung a text earlier but he hadn't responded. in all honesty, they hadn't conversed properly since that phone call the other day.
she wonders how busy he must be with the comeback preparations.
though she's reasonably worried that it may be a bit too tasking for him, she's sure he has it under control so she curbs her worry before her thoughts can spiral.
the outfits are cool.
they're at a set where they'd take their concept photos and videos and heeseung can't get over how well the stylist had gotten his style.
it wasn't much, just a casual layered outfit but it was comfortable and he was glad.
"are these mics real?" ni-ki, the ever-curious child, asks, hands fumbling with the prop mics on the stands.
"don't touch those" jungwon lightly scolds but is soon tempted to touch one himself.
"hey everyone" a woman, who later introduces herself as noh eunae, addresses them after a few minutes of them just looking around.
soon, they chant their group's greeting and then she starts to explain the concept they're going for.
she decides to start with the group photos first before moving on to individual shots.
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