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"So, you a fan?" Chan sunbaenim asked with a teasing smirk.
"Hyung, she looks terrified. Leave her alone," Jisung said, glancing at me sympathetically.
I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice. "A-are you guys hungry?"
"If it's okay with you, actually, I'll cook," Jisung offered with a bright grin, only for Minho to cut him off.
"Hell no. Sit your ass down before you burn the poor girl's kitchen," Minho scolded, pushing Jisung back onto the couch.
I hesitated. "Uhm, it's fine. I was already making food anyway."
Minho raised a brow. "No, it's okay. I'll help you while Chan and the rest figure things out with our manager. Is that alright?"
I nodded quickly, avoiding eye contact as I gestured toward the kitchen.
THE MEMBERS' POV
We watched Minho and the girl disappear into the kitchen, leaving the rest of us in the living room.
"Hyung, she's a Stay!" Jisung exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. His grin was contagious.
"Yeah, we noticed," Seungmin muttered with a small smirk, earning a round of chuckles.
Chan pulled out his phone and hit dial.
RING. RING. RING.
The manager's gruff voice came through. "Yes, hello?"
"Hey, uh, we've got a problem," Chan started hesitantly.
"Okay? It's another Tuesday—what's new?"
"This one's... bad."
"Give me a second. I'm not drunk enough for this."
"Hyuuuuung," Chan groaned, exasperated.
"Fine, fine. Spill it."
"We're in someone's house," Chan admitted sheepishly.
The line went silent for a moment before the manager's voice exploded. "YOU'RE WHAT?!"
We all winced, holding the phone a little farther from Chan's ear.
"Uh... surprise?" Chan tried, his voice small and uncertain.
"Unbelievable," the manager grumbled. "Look, I can't deal with this right now. And besides, the boss told me not to bother you. So, figure it out. Stay there if you have to—for the next three months if that's what it takes. I'm out."
"Wait, what—"
The call disconnected.
"Well," Changbin said after a beat, "that went well."
"Should we... stay here?" Jisung asked, his tone cautious.
Chan ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know. There probably isn't enough room for all of us, and we haven't even asked if she's okay with it."
"I wonder why she lives so close to JYP," Jeongin mused aloud, staring at the ceiling as though it would provide answers.
BACK IN THE KITCHEN
Minho moved effortlessly around the kitchen, helping me plate the food. His confidence was palpable, and it made me even more self-conscious.
"So," he began, glancing at me. "You're pretty quiet. Are we that scary?"
"N-no," I stammered. "I'm just... not used to, uh, unexpected guests."
He chuckled. "Fair enough. Thanks for not throwing us out, by the way."
I gave a small smile, still avoiding his gaze. "It's okay. You looked like you needed help."
Minho's expression softened. "We really appreciate it."
BACK TO THE LIVING ROOM
Minho and I walked back in, him carrying the plates with a satisfied grin, and me trailing behind, still shy.
"Dinner's ready," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.
The members perked up immediately.
"Food!" Jisung cheered, bolting toward the table.
"Thank you for this," Chan said sincerely, giving me a warm smile.
"Yeah, thank you," Jeongin added, his tone gentle.
I nodded, still unsure of how to process the situation.
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