The director yelled on the site, and everyone screamed 'fighting' also. Everyone clapped and cheered.
Namjoo just finished the last part of her music video since she'll finally be having her solo debut. You have been working as a producer at KakaoM Entertainment for one year, and you have already worked with most of their artists. Namjoo's solo debut is anticipated, and many fans are waiting for this.
You decided to watch her last music video filming to show your support. You were pretty close with their artists. While the staffs were busy with their tasks, you made a beeline towards Namjoo.
"Unnie!" You called her.
She turned around to see you. "Y/N! Omg, thank you for coming today." She hugged you lightly.
"Of course, Unnie!" You said you both separated from the hug. "I told you, remember? And, here," I said while smiling as I handed her a paper bag.
"Oh, what is this? Thank you so much for this, Y/N!" she thanked me.
"No problem!"
You both chatted for a minute until their manager approached the two of you. He excused Namjoo since they had to discuss something about her solo debut activities. At the same time, you decided to leave the site and ordered two iced americanos in a cafe near the entertainment building.
As you set foot in the building, you looked for him. You walked through the elevator, and when the door opened, you saw Monday and Jihan (members of Weeekly) waiting for the elevator.
"Hello, girls! Where are you going?"
"Hi, Unnie! We are just going to get some snacks downstairs." Jihan answered and showed his bunny smile.
I chuckled. She's so cute. "Make yourselves full, girls. And, by the way, have you seen your Hanse-sunbae?"
The ladies both looked at each other and faced me. "I think we saw him on his way to the common room."
I thanked Monday, who answered me, and made my way to the standard room.
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Common room walls were made of glass, so it was easy to see who was inside. As you peeked through the glass walls of the standard room, your eyes distinguished a boy sitting in a chair while his back facing you. He looked back and forth at his laptop and the paper he was holding.
You made your path toward the door but halted when you heard the boy groan loudly. He leaned his back on the chair, letting his head be thrown out, and his hands were hanging at his side. Pressing his eyes shut.
