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h w a n g m i n h y u n

m a n a g e r ?

"yah, y/n, when will you ever start dating?"

"are you going to get married?"

"have you ever dated?"

these questions are what people always ask me.

i'm a single 27 year old, working under a huge fashion corporation, that lives with a cat named kimchee, and i'm somehow doing just fine.

"why should i need someone when i have you, kimchee?" i say, petting kimchee in my lap. kimchee purrs, and gets off my lap.

"kimchee! no, don't leave me," i laugh.

i head over to the window overlooking the seoul night. i sigh.

i hate to admit,

it does get lonely sometimes.

* * *

"y/n! fashion emergency!" i hear a client.

"coming!" i reply, walking over to the model.

"this thing tore," the model says. i grab a safety pin from my pocket.

"this goes here," i bite my lip as i fix her dress, "aaaand, you're done! get ready in ten minutes."

"kwon hyunbin? get ready, it's your walk in a couple minutes!"

i wipe the sweat from my forehead.

"y/n? emergency!" i hear another one. i take a deep sigh.

"coming!"

* * *

"ugh. today was so tiring," i sit down in front of jinah, who also works at the fashion industry.

"ugh a new model just signed a contract, and i had him for the day. he was such a pain," jinah rolls her eyes.

"oh? who was it?" i question, sipping my frappe.

"hwang minhyun."

"good luck," i say sarcastically.

"y/n, please head to the main office," we hear the intercom.

"woah. did you do something?" jinah asks.

"um, i don't know. i'm going, i'll see ya later."

as i walk in the hallways leading to the main office, my palms start to sweat, and i can't help but think, "am i going to get fired?"

i stand in front of the door.

"here goes."

"y/n?"

"ne, mrs. lee?"

"you've worked in this industry for about seven years, correct me if i'm wrong. and i trust you."

i nod.

"a very top of the line model has just signed agencies with our corporation, and i have assigned you to be his manager."

"ne?"

"being his manager, you can create some of his looks, and you'll be a well renowned fashion designer in no time."

i blink a couple times, unable to believe what mrs. lee just said.

"what do you say?" she asks.

"yes! yes! i-i'd love to take the job! thank you so much, mrs. lee! thank you!"

"you'll be starting today. you'll meet him in the dressing room." mrs. lee says.

"okay, thank you again."

*          *          *

i skip towards the dressing room, piping up my fist and jumping for joy.

"oh, are you my new manager?" i hear someone.

that must be hwang minhyun.

"yes, pleasure to be working with you.", i bow. i see him roll his eyes. i can tell why jinah didn't like him.

*          *          *

"y/n? can you get me coffee?"

"ne!"

"y/n? can you call in mrs. lee that i will not be in the runway today?"

"ne!"

"y/n? can you get me breakfast?"

"okay!"

"y/n? can you get me lunch?"

"yep."

"y/n?"

"i got you dinner."

all i've been doing is basically running errands for his arrogant dude. ugh, i shouldn't have taken this job.

"y/n?"

"oh my god, what is it now? you want me to get you a snack?" i yell in frustration.

"pack up, we're going to seoul fashion week on thursday." minhyun says.

"huh?"

"you're going to accompany me. make sure to come up with a look for me, okay?" he smiles. i don't think i've ever seen him smile before.

"o-okay, y-yeah. i-i'll come up with a look."

"make it good. you can go home, now," he puts on his jacket.

"okay, i'll see you tomorrow."

he has a really warm smile.

* * *

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