"I thought you didn't have a bias," he chuckled, biting his lip.
In a miraculous turn of events, you're offered a job by JYP Entertainment. That is? Being GOT7's personal assistant. You're constantly on watch, driving them to and fro, taking them o...
The sound of fluttering blinds and an inescapable blinding light woke you up. No matter how hard you squeezed your eyes closed, the light pushed through your lids and turned your vision white. Giving up, you squinted towards the light source finding your mother stood, hands on her hips, frowning at you from the bottom of your bed.
"You've packed, great. But now it's time for you to have breakfast, you should be up already."
"Ok, ok, I'm up." You sat up with a huff and she dropped the outfit you picked out on your lap.
"Get cleaned up and dressed before you come down please." She left the room abruptly, closing the door behind her. You sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you got up hastily and trudged towards the bathroom.
As soon as you got in, you locked the door and stripped for a shower in which you thought long and hard about working for GOT7. Even though you were a fan of their music, you never really developed an obsessive bias, or any bias come to think of it.
There's no need to stress about meeting them because you're not madly in love with any of them. But then you realise, it's GOT7. Who cares if you don't love them, they're still idols who have a huge fan base that is most likely going to hate you for living with their boys.
Well damn, life is going to be hard from now on. When you finished off in the shower, you dried you hair and threw it into a bun whilst you got changed and made your way downstairs for breakfast. Set out on the table we're huge stacks of pancakes for everyone and things like syrup and Nutella in the centre of the table. Strewn around were little plates chock-full with things like bacon, scrambled eggs etc.
"Is this a goodbye meal or the Queen of England's birthday?" (B/n) asked as he stumbled into the room behind you.
"What time is it?" You asked, adding your favourite topping to the pancakes.
"11am, you guys slept in quite a bit." She scolded, drinking a glass of orange juice. "But it took a while to cook this anyways."
Your father cleared his throat, "have you packed everything? You only have four hours."
"Yeah. Everything's packed up." Your smile faltered a little as you went over your fathers words. You only have four hours. Only four hours to relish in your childhood home before going to live with one of the most famous pop groups in all of South Korea. If that's not stressful, nothing is.
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You finished breakfast but stayed downstairs talking to your family for quite a while before realising it was 2pm. You excused yourself and made your way to your room for moral support from (b/f/n).
You: One hour until I get picked up by JYP Entertainment
(B/f/n): Honey, as long as you're wearing something cute and you don't fall over or call them 'oppa,' you will be fine.
You: Great advice, I will use it.
(B/f/n): Great.
(B/f/n): You know I love you, but my shift starts in 20 minutes so I've got to go... listen, check you've got everything packed, including that sexy black vest dress we got you for your birthday.
You: No, not that dress. I'll never need it.
(B/f/n): Pack that fucking dress, or I will harm you.
A smile spread over your face.
You: Okay, I'll pack the fucking dress
(B/f/n): Omg yesss, ok I've got to go. Talk soon!
You: Okay will do, bye
Turning your phone off, you trudged over to your closet and pulled open a little drawer inside of it. You picked up the little black dress (b/f/n) had been talking about and stared at it for a moment, praying you'd never have an occasion to wear it. It was pretty plain but everyone knows the powers of a LBD.
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As you shoved it into your duffel, you realised you hadn't done your hair or makeup and scrambled to the bathroom. You went through your normal makeup routine then for you hair, pulled it out of your hair to let it fall around your shoulders. Your hair was curled by the bun but not neatly so you decided to pull it into a ponytail.
When you got back to your room, you grabbed your phone and lugged your bags down the stairs. "Oh (y/n)!" Your mother called, her eyes watering. "I'll miss you honey!"
"I'll miss you too mum," you smiled, hugging her, smiling to your father over her shoulder. "You too dad."
"And you, (y/n)." He smiled and rubbed your shoulder soothingly. "Come back home if anything happens."
You chuckled at your fathers protective words, "I will I promise." Behind your father you found your brother on his phone typing away, so you approached him and tapped his shoulder. He looked up at you in question, "bye (b/n)." Your arm pulled him into a side hug which he surprisingly accepted.
"Bye (y/n), don't embarrass yourself in front of the celebs." He chuckled, pushing you away from him.
A knock sounded from your front door which you ran to open. "Are you (y/f/n)?" A tall man in a black suit asked.
"Yes, I am." You smiled, turning to smile at your family once more.
"May I take your bags?" He asked, taking them from your father. "Take your time with your goodbyes," he nodded in respect to your family and took off down the driveway with your luggage, placing them in the trunk of a black minivan.
You hugged your parents and quickly ran down the driveway to the car before they could say anything emotional or persuasive. The man held the passenger door open for you and you hopped in, thanking him.
The drive to GOT7's house wasn't so long, about 30 minutes give or take. You only lived around the outskirts of Seoul and they lived in the centre. As you pulled into the driveway you gasped at the sheer size of the house. It wasn't huge but it sure was big.
You got out of the car and stared at the house more as the mysterious man nodded for you to go inside as he grabbed your bags. You made your way to the front door, the man closely behind you.
Grasping the brass doorknob you pushed the large white door open and found GOT7 stood in a line beside a woman who held a clipboard in her hands. Well, goodbye comfort zone.
A/N: ok I know I said you'd meet them, but at least you've seen them! This chapter would've been too long if you met them individually so, next chapter... Please vote & comment!
