"Seoul" BBH | PCY

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AN: Enjoy (:

Chanyeol's P.O.V

"Alright, Chanyeol, Sunmi, just strike a pose, and we'll tell you if we like it or not." The camerawoman said.

Sunmi had taken a seat on the stool, on the floor, while I just stood behind her and posed. The camera crew were complimenting us, and after each outfit, our makeup would get a little touch-up.

"So, Chanyeol. Your comeback is soon, hm?" Sunmi asked, to break the ice. I nodded, and hummed at the same time.

"Yeah, it's called, don't mess up my tempo. It's my first comeback since Christmas, so it's nice to know that I'll be back on stage again soon. How about yours? Siren is amazing, and congrats on your wins!" I smiled, and gave her a thumbs up.

"Ah, thank you, I'm honoured." She smiled back, but averted her glance, as the new cameraman called us back in.

So apparently, it was either multiple companies at once, or just more than one photographer.

~ Time skip ~

After the photoshoot, we all thanked the crew for working hard. I changed back to what I was wearing before, and got some makeup wipes, so I could get the makeup off obviously.

After saying goodbye to everyone, I asked my manager if she wanted to eat something. She said yes, and so here we were, in her car on our way to a restaurant.

"You've worked very hard today, I'll give you a day off tomorrow, but don't let the other staff members know." She sent me a small smile as she pulled into the parking lot.

I smiled brightly, and thanked her many times, and promised to keep my mouth shut. This was one of the many reasons why I love my manager.

If she could see how exhausted or just in a bad mood in general, she would always give me a day off. She could see through my facades, like if I tried faking being sick, she'd see through it.

She picked up on it the first few times. She's an amazing manager though, and I'm glad she hasn't given up on me and my stubborn self yet.

She had booked a private room for us, so we wouldn't have to deal with fans starting rumours or recognising me.

The restaurant was a professional place, so even if the people working there were a fan of me, they'd keep it lowkey and continue professionally with their work.

We entered the restaurant, and got to the private room quite quickly. There wasn't that many costumers right now, the photoshoot must've taken longer than we realised.

In fact, it was around 10 pm, so it was late. My manager excused herself to the bathroom, and obviously, I let her.

I may be an idol, but I don't have a say in other people's lives and actions. I'm an idol, not god. I looked outside while waiting for my manager to come back from the bathroom, and saw it was raining.

I leaned my forehead against the wall, next to the window frame, and sighed. It wasn't a sad sigh, just a relaxed one.

My manager and I have visited this restaurant many times, because the food is cheap, the food is good, they're professional and because of the coziness of the restaurant in general.

It's almost like back at home, when I was a kid. It reminded me of Christmas because we always celebrated it at my grandparents' cottage, located in a forest somewhere.

I never paid attention to where, since I would just fall asleep on the way there. Speaking of my grandparents, I miss them. A lot.

They weren't dead, we just don't talk as much anymore due to my busy schedule.

My manager came back a bit after, and so did a waiter. We ordered food, and waited.

~ Time skip ~

"Thanks for wanting to drive me home, even though it's late." I thanked my manager, to which she chuckled and nodded.

"Well it is my responsibility to make sure you get home safely, besides it's raining outside and I don't want you to get sick." She said.

Less than five minutes after, we got to my apartment building, and she dropped me off.

I waved goodbye at her, and she did the same to me, before driving off.

I was fiddling with my keys, due to the cold, and cursed in my head at the security for locking the doors after 11 pm.

When I finally got my keys, and was about to unlock the door, I heard someone slip and groan, probably in pain.

I was tempted to just leave them, but I wanted to make sure they were okay. I walked over to them.

"Sir, are you oka— Baekhyun?" I said surprised.

"U-uhm.. yeah." He said while looking everywhere but at me. I noticed the huge, bleeding wound that had appeared on his arm from the fall.

I sighed, and got him back up on his feet, then unlocked the apartment building door, and dragged both of us upstairs to my apartment.