producer | min yoongi

one

   You stretch out your arm for your glasses and quickly put it on as you got a text from your manager.

Typing in your password, you succesfully unlocked it and pressed the message you got.

It was another reminder from him.

manager-nim -_- :
   Y/N! You're late again for practice. I don't how many times you'll have to do this. You must know your own time by now. You're not a trainee anymore but an idol! Get here quickly! There's announcement from the ceo.

You smirked to yourself and typed in the words.

Y/N is an idol! :
overslept from yesterday's practice. Sorry. I'll be right there.

You always oversleep that's why you're manager would always sermon you about being a real idol. You can't help but just not listen to it. It was wrong but you just can't help it. It was probably because you are new to the community.

You got up from bed and did your monring stretches. Walking to your closet, you grab some comfy clothes for you to wear while practicing. You placed them on the edge of your bed, looking satisfied with your outfit.

At the edge of your eyes, you saw a fluffy brown animal making its way to you. Of course, it was your lovely Minie.

You named it Minie because it reminded you of that annoying high-pitched mouse.

You bent down and carried your dog while giving it its morning kisses as usual. "Good morning for you, Minie." You said in between the smooches.

After your preparation, it was finally the time for you to leave your apartment. Sure, you were very late and your manager could hit you anytime as soon as you stepped in that building, knowing at the same time he wouldn't.

Everyone knew how talented you were and how many audiences you were getting because of your beauty and talent. Which makes you earn a lot of money through it.

Let's say, you were the company's only hope for it to maintain. You and everyone else knew that. But you didn't want that to be the mindset. So you just work hard and atleast make the most of it.

You put on your mask and your cap then made your way to work. You looked like those artists who try their best to cloth themselves in order for them to be not seen which practically makes it more obvious.

Walking continually inside the building, assuming no one would notice you for being late, a loud voice was heard from the counter.

"Ms. Y/N! The CEO kept asking me for you. You must go to his office now. He is waiting for you." Im Chaerin, she is the head of the counter. She is incharge of calls that the entertainment is receiving. Meaning, everyone goes through her first.

You nod your head slowly and went inside the elevator. You pressed the 3rd floor and waited, preparing for what message or warning you were about to get.

"I should stop this hobby." You laugh to yourself.The elevator opened and you walked to the office of the CEO, Mr. Lee Young.

You knocked on the door twice before opening it slowly. You sat down on the first chair quietly and placed your hands on your lap.

Silence took over for a while until you heard words you were expecting, "I'm expecting some words from you Y/N." You looked up to Mr. Lee and stood up.