Yesterday. . .
"Raise your cup a bit higher."
Yu Hansung feigned a smile as he followed his directors orders.
They are having a promotional advertisement and Hansung feels like his body will give up in any minute.
"Straighten up, Hani! Keep your professional look!"
His brows twitched, hoping the director didn't noticed it.
Hansung was about to put up his work persona when an unwanted person entered the set.
"Mr. Yama, you can stop this already. He's quitting the contract because from now on, he will be working with me."
The coffee-addict model blinked, "Pardon?"
beeeeep beeeeeep beeeeeep
The sound of his digital alarm brought him back to consciousness.
"What a strange dream."
*'¨¯¨'*
Now . . .
1:28 pm
V: First
V: No one here is going to Rachel's apartment
Bam: How about me?
V: No, Viole. Please understand.
(y/n): How am I supposed to get out here if no one's coming?
V: I've already figured that out
(y/n): Finally
V: Since the information involves everyone around us
V: there might be trouble if we're not careful
Ro: We already know that
(y/n): sooo?
(y/n): let me out?
Khun: I never said ur getting out easily
Hani: Khun must have watched too much movies
Hatz: Didn't Mr. Grace told her that he figured out something?
V: Yes
V: (y/n), join the RFA
(y/n): That's what u figured out?
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