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"they're absolutely crazy over the merch this time around," one of your coworkers comments as you watch fans buy merch. "should we see if we have extras here?" they ask.
you shake your head. "the extras from yesterday are already out. we're gonna have to hope there's enough for this show," you reply. "should we get going?" you ask and check the time.
"yea, we should," another coworker says to you.
"alright, let's go." the three of you start heading to a set of doors that leads to backstage. you make it to one of the monitoring rooms and find some other staff members preparing for the concert.
"y/n, can you run this to the sound crew for me? tell them it's fixed now," one of your coworkers ask, handing you an extra mic pack.
"oh, sure," you reply and grab the pack.
you leave the room and head down the hallway. when you make it backstage, you see a bunch of staff making sure everything is in order. the guys and the dancers are preparing to get on stage. you can hear the thousands of atinys screaming and cheering already.
"hey," you greet one of your coworkers and hold out the mic pack to them.
"oh, there's the other one. we were looking for it earlier," she says and puts it in a box with extra mic packs.
"it was in one of the rooms. it's fixed now," you reply with the information you had heard earlier.
"uh...y/n."
"what?" you look at one of your coworkers who is pointing in another direction.
you look and see your boyfriend waving at you from where he enters the stage. you motion with your hands for him to focus, but he just winks at you. you throw a fist in the air, threatening him.
he raises his hands up in defense before another member tells him to stop since they're literally about to go on stage.
you roll your eyes, "i can't believe him..."
"he acts pretty silly when it comes to you," one of your coworkers comments right as fans start screaming again. "oh, wow. they're excited."
"well, it is ateez," another coworker says while you watch a monitor. "it's gonna be another great show."
"it sure will."
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"yah, kim hongjoong, you're supposed to be focusing on the concert and not being silly," you scold hongjoong as he changes into a fresh set of clothes.
"sorry, you're just cute to mess with."
you roll your eyes and make sure his stuff is packed up since you fly to another city the next morning. hongjoong grabs his laptop and immediately starts working on something.
you sit down next to him and start looking through social media. "look at these," you say and show hongjoong some videos that had been posted. "you look hot."
hongjoong chuckles, "thank you for the compliment," he says before returning his attention to his laptop.
"should i let you work?" you ask him.
"nah, i'm just playing around with something," he replies. "something in my head. just wanted it recorded before i forget," he adds while playing with one of his music programs.
"don't work too hard, babe," you remind him. "there's still a bunch of shows, and you have schedules after the tour."
"i know, baby," hongjoong replies and looks at you. you kiss his cheek. "thanks for coming with me," he says to you. "i'm glad i get to see you everyday."
you smile at him, "i love you."
"love you, baby."
