Managing Super Junior (Super Junior Fanfic)

Left With Super Junior

My close friends, and usually all of humankind in general, believe that I am very gullible and slow-minded. The proof of this is my two black and white suitcases in my hand and my being standing along in the rain.

Why and how the heck did this happen, you ask?

I have been kicked out of my own home. Simple as that. Goodbye, my little cosy homey home...

Which I PAID for, might I add.

I look around and sit down on the bench behind me. I don't care if it was wet, I am going to be soaked tomorrow anyways. I set my suitcases down on the floor and sigh. If only I had noticed earlier what was coming, I would have kicked that bastard out. I had been thinking about it but I never took action because I was afraid of revenge biting me in the butt. Curse me and my insecurity. Now because of that, I'm homeless! Where the fudge will I stay?!

Oh!! Idea!

I quickly whip out my phone and try to call my best friend, Seo Ri. But luck has it that my phone immediately turns off, the chip frying because of how much it got soaked. I growl and throw my phone against the ground, watching it shatter into a million pieces. This. Chocolate chip fudging. Sucks. Like. Shizz. I lower my head, biting my lip. Only one question circulates on my mind. What now?

"Excuse me?"

I look up, but am only successful in looking through my right eye, my bangs falling over my left. Because of my partial blindness in my right eye, I can't make out who it is.

"How may I help you?" I ask almost bitterly.

"Is there something bothering you?" The man, assuming it is one, asks. "You seem very irritated."

"More than just irritated." I seethe through my teeth.

"Do you have a place to stay?" He asks.

I shake my head and he begins to walk away. My small hands curl into fists. Why this son of a female dog... I'm going to kill him if I make it out of this situation! How dare he walk away from me?! Walk away... Walk away... Walk away just like he did... My eyes become even more blurry as memories begin flooding the front of my mind. The man stops and turns around.

"Aren't you going to follow?"

I sniff and stand up slowly, picking up my suitcases by the handles and following him. The man waits for me and takes my suitcases, not even bothering to ask for them. He holds both of them in one hand and leads me over to a large dumpster, and tosses both of them in there.

"What the flip?!" I cry.

"You didn't notice? Everything in there was splashed in rainwater and mud. I'll replace everything if you want."

"But I liked everything I had!"

"Just quit your bawling and follow me, you pipsqueak."

The man tugs me forcefully over to a large building. There is a large crowd, mostly made up of females as far as I can tell, so he lead us through the back door of the building.

"Where are we?" I ask, almost giving away the anger I'm feeling.

"You're staying with the boys I manage. You'll be-Hey, w-what are you doing?"

The man seeming confused and flustered, maybe because I was beginning to hang onto him. I didn't care if I would regret doing this later, but for some reason, I felt really dizzy, and my lungs felt really painful. I gripped the expensive fabric of the suit he was wearing and breathed heavily.

"S-Sto- Oh damn!"

I felt everything black out as my head connected with the tile floor.

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"Yah! Quit poking her!"

"She will not, and I repeat, will not wake up to your annoying poking!"

"...Can I go play Starcraft now?"

"SHUT UP!"

I have been awake for about ten minutes. According to what seemed like the oldest guy, it's been ten hours since I was brought to this unknown monkey house. I groan and sit up suddenly, causing all of them to recoil and scream in shock and fright. I probably look like the Grudge right now but they deserve it. How dare they wake me up?

"You're awake, Lee Soon Mi."

I glance over to a man on my right side and a scowl forms on my lips. "How do you know my name?" I say rudely. Rule number 1. Lee Soon Mi is not a happy happy princess in the morning. Or when she wakes up. Same thing.

"You're credit card said it. Well, it did. After I burned it, then, no more."

"And what gives you the right to talk to me, you lowly insect?" I demand.

"I was going to strike a deal with you." The man says, ignoring my remark.

"I'd like to hear it."

"I feel like going on a year long vacation. I need you to be Super Junior's manager."

"Deal. Goodnight."

I throw the covers over my head and close my eyes. After a few moments, my mind finally registers what I actually agreed to. I sit back up, and scream, "WHAT?! MANAGER?! LIKE HELL!"

The man smirks. "You heard me. The paperwork is already done. Okay boys, see you in one year!"

I can hear a series of groans, whines, and pleas for him to stay but the man is already far away. The boys all look at me and I stare at them back.

"Get. Out." I order.

"What?" The feminine looking dude asks.

"Potatoes, I said get out!" I jump off of the bed and run them out of the room, and slam the door and lock it. I then rush into the bathroom, making quick word of stripping myself and taking a well-needed shower. After I beat my record time, I dress myself in the spare clothes that were placed on the sink, and brush my teeth and comb the monster called my hair. After I finish, I step out of the bathroom. "Okay, I feel better." I unlock the door and walk out of the room, and step out into the unknown hallway. I walk around for a bit before finding a large room I assume is the living room. There are 13 boys sitting on the couch, chairs and floor. Once I make my presence clear, they all look at me. It's only then that I realize who I'm suppose to be 'managing.'

Two words.

Super. Junior.

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A/N: Well, not a very good story writer but that is something. Please, tell me what you think! Read, comment and vote please!