AFTER THE PRACTICES - AT [Y/N]'s FLAT - 9.44 PM
I am laying on my big sofa. It's so comfortable, but never better than my bed. Since my pizza is in the oven right now, I'm in the living room while waiting. It's boring. Btw, my kitchen is connected to the living room.
I turned on the TV, but I found nothing interesting or important to watch while scrolling through the channels. I sighed and turned the TV off. Being lonely sucks.
Right in this moment, I got a call. Manager is calling. Please no late night work. I sighed again and reached for my phone.
"Good evening, manager" I said while sounding a bt tired, not that I'm actually tired, but doing nothing let me seem tired.
"Hey [Y/N]. What you're doing right now?"
"Waiting for my pizza to get ready. Why you're asking?"
"Don't forget being here at 7 tomorrow. Go sleep soon. It'll be hard. Also remember joining us as [Y/S/N], Monsta X will be here earlier than you." I massaged my head, because I can't imagine walking into the studios already as [Y/S/N]. That's so rare.
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for reminding. But please approach me in front of the building. Or go pick me up, please... How do you think I'll make this, what if there are paparazzis?"
"I'll sent someone to pick you up, dont worry. 6.45 AM. No stopover at coffee shops. You need to be here at 7." He sounded very serious.
"Okay, thank you. See you tomorrow. Good night, manager" I said and we both hung up.
My manager is like a father to me. That actually reminds me of calling my parents. I don't call them often, but just because I'm busy all the time. Like me, they are busy. They are in [Y/H/C], left last year because of business reasons. It doesn't matter that much that we have such a distance now, I am an adult who earns enough money to live and also.. It was never different. They worked so hard to have the best and be happy. If they call themselves happy... I don't know.
The last time my manager has called me, was when I had my second and also my latest comeback week, he told me to go sleep early and eat well. I think it's cute and caring.
I heard my alarm ring. My pizza finally finished and is literally ready to fly into my stomach. Okay, I'm weird.
Carefully, I took out the pizza and put it on a big plate.
When I slip off my gloves, my doorbell rung. I looked at my phone to see the time. 10 AM. Who's this?
I went to the door and tried to watch through the door lense. As I predicted, someone is putting their thumb over the lense that I can't see shit! Maybe it's a murderer? What should I do?
Don't exaggerate.
"Who's this and why do you put something in front of the lense?"
"[Y/N]... It should be a surprise. Why didn't you just opeeen..." He chuckled.
"Wonho?" I asked while I immediately looked into the mirror on the wall near the door and gasped. I am a mess right now!!
"Yes. Eh... Could you open the door please?"
I came back to reality. "Oh, of course!"
I opened the door to see a very good-looking Wonho. Shin Hoseok.
His outfit and his hair are on point at such a time. Oh god, thanks for blessing me so much.
"S-sorry, Wonho-ah. But it's late and I wanted to be sure"
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Behind The Mask [Wonho X Reader]
FanfictionYou're an uprising idol in Korea. You sing, dance and rap. Since you're kind of "bad-ass". Signed at YG Entertainment, you started to attend to many shows, concerts and you're feeling very happy. No one knows: You're not korean, just a normal foreig...