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RaeJae's POV:

I barely remember anything from last night. Or at least I'm trying to forget if I'm being completely truthful, but I actually don't remember anything beyond the... the kiss. Which is so my luck.

Why did that have to happen of all things?!

This is why you don't listen to Jeon Jungkook.

"Yah! RaeJae-Ssi? Did you catch that?"

My body immediately straightens up when manager sunbaenims voice pierces my all too hung over ears. That and my stupid headache.

"-uh... uhmm," I clear my throat, "sorry could you please repeat that,"

"What's with you today?" He grunts, sitting down at his desk.

"I went to sleep late last night... it won't happen again," I bow apologetically. I hate the fact that I've gotten pretty good at lying.

"Why are you squinting?"

"Sorry, that happens when I'm tired," I show him a slight smile but he doesn't seem to be amused. The real reason I'm squinting is because these lights are so freaking bright with this hangover vision I've adopted.

Manager Hobeom hasn't wronged me in anyway since I've signed the contract, just the occasional creepy comment, but other than that it's been okay. That doesn't change my opinion on him though

"Whatever," He sighs, "try this on,"

My eyes widen at the outfit he just threw at me. It's a skin tight dress, shorter than short with black fishnets. The neckline looks like it scoops dangerously low, not to mention the cut out in the stomach area. I take back what I just said about him not wronging me.

"May I ask what this is for?" I squeak out, holding the outfit like it may give me some type of foreign disease.

"For the No More Dream debut stage. Put on those heals with it as well," he points to a pair of black stilettos.

I can't help but choke on my own spit imagining myself wearing this monstrosity. If I put this on I will straight up look like a stripper.

"I don't know if I shou-"

"Hurry up, I have a meeting soon," he raises his eyebrows at me. There goes me choking again at his creepy expression.

"But I'm really not comfortable w-"

"Either you put that on or I start questioning the fact that you smell like alcohol," He spits.

"Be right back!" I say all too quickly. My feet carry me out his office and to the bathroom in about ten seconds. In within about 30 I'm already wearing this horrendous dress that shouldn't even exist.

I stare at myself in the mirror, trying to hide my cleavage - or lack there of - with my hair. In a desperate attempt to make it to his office without anyone seeing me, I trip on the six inch stilettos revealing my underwear to the entire hallway.

"Omo!" I squeal, quickly pulling the dress down and thanking god that the hallway is empty.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure that fits with the concept of No More Dream..." He trails off, literally raping my body with his eyes when I enter his office.

"Could've said that from the start..." I whisper to myself.

"Spin for me please," He rotates his finger in the air.