Everything Cravity!!

Office Intern - Minhee💕

She stood at the door, smoothing down her skirt. Her hands were sweaty and she struggled to calm her nerves. She wouldn't even be speaking to them. They probably wouldn't even notice her. And yet, here she was, shaking like a leaf. 

She shook her head at herself, moving forward to open the door. She walked into the studio, hoping she looked professional. 

And there they were. 

The Cravity members were finding their seating arrangements, talking, laughing with each other. They brightened up the whole room. 

She resisted the urge to squeal, clap her hands, jump up and down, or do any of the typical fangirling things she'd normally do. This was her workspace, and she had to be professional. Especially if she wanted this to be her job someday. 

Today, she was just watching from the sidelines. The lucky interviewer was already sitting next to Serim and introducing herself to the members. The camera would start in a minute. 

She held her notebook and pen tightly in hand, knowing that she was going to record every moment she could. Ever since she was little, she'd dreamed of working here, of being one of the interviewers, of being a journalist, peeking behind the curtain into the lives of these stars and revealing that they were normal people too. 

The cameras started and she took her place in the sidelines, quietly observing. She watched as the members said their greeting, as each of them introduced themselves. She watched Serim be the responsible leader she knew him to be, and she was happy to find that the maknae line was just as adorable and bubbly in real life as they were in camera. 

When the cameras stopped rolling for a break, she bounced up, walking out of the room as fast as she could without seeming... strange. She walked a couple of paces before sitting in the hallway, her back against the wall, staring at the door again. 

Her heart was beating faster than she thought possible, and she took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She was way too excited. Another minute in that room with them and she thought she'd explode. 

She lay on the floor, letting out a tiny squeal. She rolled onto her stomach, not caring that she was probably wrinkling her clothes. She was also probably doing a good job of cleaning the floor, but she couldn't really be bothered by it. She took out her phone, looking at the picture she'd secretly taken. She zoomed into Minhee, her bias, and let out a happy sigh, holding the phone to her chest. 

"Having fun?" said a voice from behind her. 

She scrambled upward, recognizing that voice immediately. Unfortunately, her legs tangled in her attempt to get up quickly, and she came crashing back down to the floor. 

Minhee stared at her with unveiled amusement as she sat on the floor, gaping up at him. After a moment he offered his hand to her, but she was too shocked to even take it, so she ended up just staying on the floor. 

He crouched down beside her. "Are you alright?"

She shook her head, not thinking, but then quickly tried to backtrack. "Yes! Yes, I'm... fine. Thank you..." she trailed off as he came closer to her. 

He sat down on the floor beside her. 

She swallowed hard, "shouldn't you be in there...?" 

"Shouldn't you be in there as well?" He teased. "Working, instead of looking at pictures of me." 

She dropped her phone. "You saw that?" 

He started laughing. "I'm really handsome, aren't I?" 

Y/N shot to her feet, stepping away from him, her face hot with embarrassment. She buried her face in her hands and groaned. 

He got up, gently reaching forward and taking her hands off of her face. They stayed like that for a moment, him holding onto her hands. She felt her blush deepen. 

"You're kinda cute," he observed, stating that like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He bent down and picked up her phone, handing it to her.  

She couldn't help the squeal that escaped her, and she brought her hands to her face again, spinning around in a giddy little circle. She giggled like an idiot. "Am I dreaming?" she asked, tilting her head at him and laughing. "Kang Minhee just called me cute." 

He peered at her. "Your reaction makes me think you're not used to getting compliments." 

Gee, thanks. But she just shrugged, flipping her hair. "Sorry, I'm not used to getting them from celebrities," she said sarcastically.  

Minhee grinned at her. "You work here?" 

She nodded. "Kinda. I'm an intern. Unpaid intern. But... I hope to work here someday." 

"Is that why you decided to take your fangirling outside?"

Something in his tone of voice let her know that he was teasing her, but it wasn't in a mean way. "Yeah," she admitted. "In there, I have to be as professional as possible, so maybe next time I can be the one interviewing you." 

"I'd like that," he said, smiling at her. 

She clapped her hands happily. "Would you really? I'll work really reallyyy hard and then maybe it'll happen." 

"Give me your number. And your email," he said suddenly, holding out his phone to her.

She blinked at him. "Huh?" 

He scratched his head awkwardly. "So that... I could like... request you as an interviewer next time. If you want." 

"Oh! Oh, yeah. That would be amazing!" she gushed, taking his phone and programming her number and email in. She hesitated, trying to figure out what to put her contact as. In the end, she decided on "Y/N, the biggest Cravity fan💖". 

He laughed, shaking his head at her when he saw the contact name. "I'm going to change that."

"You better not," she warned him playfully. She glanced at her watch. "It should be time for us to go in now. You go in first. It might not look good for us to go in together." 

He nodded, but hesitated. "Um... it was nice talking to you."

She smiled at him. "Nice talking to you too." 

"Maybe I could... umm... text you sometime. To make... our future interview less awkward. You know, if we already know each other well, it will go more smoothly, right?" 

She stared at him for a moment, her eyes sparkling as she realized that maybe he wasn't really talking about the interview after all. But he looked so adorably nervous that she gave him the excuse. 

"Yeah, text me," she agreed, trying to act as though it was no big deal. "So that our future interview can go well."

His eyes brightened, and he gave her a happy smiling before walking into the room, leaving her in the hallway to figure out how she was supposed to keep the giant smile off of her face.