?☆A story dedicated to one of my best friends (ilysm besfren)☆?
This is a RM x Reader story I'm writing for one my best friends and so I decided to publish it!
Just some warnings, it'll be an emotional roller coaster. It's probably going to be quite...
I woke with a start when my best friend, Mariana woke me up.
"Y/N! Get up, get up! Vanessa made breakfast for us."
I seemed to have to pry my eyes open and saw Mariana leaving the room. Still sleepy, I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was already 10:30 and I still had to prepare for our interview later that day at the local radio station.
When I finally willed myself to get out of bed, I put on my outfit I had picked on the night before.
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After I had placed my glasses on my face, I looked in the mirror one last time before leaving the room. I met my three friends in the dining room and joined them at the table. Vanessa had made breakfast omelettes for all of us and we talked excitedly about our day while we ate.
"Also, last night, Daniel called and told us that we should be expecting a call from himtoday... I wonder if he'll talk to us about the music video we're going to film next month. Probably just his usual 'manager rants' though." Andrea said, then stuffed a spoonful of food in her mouth.
"Oh, I hope it's good!" Vanessa said.
"It should be." Mariana smiled, then placed her fork down, already done with her food. "I'm going to get more orange juice."
"Yeah, I think everything will be okay too." Andrea reassured Vanessa with a warm smile.
"I just can't wait for the interview." I stated as Mariana came back to the table with her second cup of orange juice.
"Oh... That is today, isn't it? I knew that." Mariana mumbled as she sat down again.
"Mari, you're so forgetful!" Vanessa laughed.
"Yep, we have to be there at 4:30 today... By the way, that was really good, Vanessa." I said, finishing my omelette.
"Aw, thanks!" Vanessa smiled as the four of us stood and brought our dirty dishes to the sink.
"Your turn to wash the dishes, Mariana!" I told her with a smile. She groaned in protest, but then began washing them anyway.
The other three of us made our way to our rooms. We shared a three bedroom flat in Oxford, only twenty minutes away from the University. Vanessa and I shared a large room separated with a divider, while Andrea and Mariana did the same in the other large room. Our third room was more of a "display room". We had awards, photos, and trophies on shelves that lined the walls. Our studio was a few blocks away from us, and in there we practiced our music and choreography.
