Weak || Bang Chan

seventeen

Song:
you can't hold my heart by Monsta X
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I ended up falling asleep in Minho's arms on the sofa that night. Of course, after our sneaky kissing session, the boys burst into the room once they realised we were gone and tackled Minho to the floor, yanking him back to the living room. The hilarious part was the fact we weren't doing anything more than just kissing.

I thought it was funny regardless. Felix kept giving Minho pep talks about the best way to treat me, only leaving Minho to roll his at the grey haired boy. It were as if it was my older brother was coaching Minho, rather than my best friend. Same difference, in this case.

That morning, I had to go to work and the boys had to go to their M2 shoot to do, what they called, a line dance. I wasn't really sure what that was, even after Jeongin tried explaining to me, but I figured the boys would show me when it was released.

Breakfast was chaos. Hyunjin somehow got pancake mixture all over the floor, Changbin became the new Gordon Ramsey, Felix kept forcefully shoving grapes into my mouth while Jeongin stood in the of the kitchen with his fingers in his ears while Seungmin and Jisung kept yelling at each other about burnt toast.

My second day at my new job was enjoyable. After the Japanese script had been sent to us, I managed to plough through about two different scenes, leaving a lunch break in the middle. I was thoroughly impressed with myself.

At one of the catch up meetings we had, I took down notes on behalf of the other script translators. They were all really lovely and it felt good to finally meet the people I'd be closely working with.

There was Niko, a badass half-Japanese, half-Korean woman just a bit older than me. She was quite the punk, wearing big, black, studded boots and a fishnet under-shirt with bright red streaks in her black hair with the coolest negative-space makeup. There was also Mark, an classically American guy who had mousy brown, clean trimmed hair, dazzling teeth and somehow knew more languages than I did. Lastly, there was Mei, a really sweet Chinese girl who was obsessed with the colour pink and had long, silky brown hair and a cute smile that crinkled up the corners of her eyes.

They were a bunch of very unlikely people, but we all got along very well and I was glad to be working on the same script as them. Usually, movie scripts ranged from ninety pages to about one hundred and twenty. However, this particular script was over two hundred pages as it was a long horror movie that Beongae Studios were planning on splitting up into at least two different movies. I was more than relieved I didn't have to take this project on myself.

"I've completed about thirteen pages," I told the group, my pen tapping against the pad of which I was hitting down notes.

"You're ploughing through this," Mei piped up, her high pitched voice was steady but excited.

I chuckled, "But all our pages together make up to roughly forty five pages, so we're almost a quarter way there."

"Let's try to finish it by the end of the week," Mark chimed in, a touch of American accent in his Korean.

I nodded with agreement, "Then if we get it submitted by Friday, we can be ahead of schedule to translate the studio contracts which will be more in-depth because of the legal terminology."

"Ugh, I'm dreading those," Niko rolled her eyes, sitting back in her chair as she chewed gum, "I'm surprised we don't need lawyers to proof read."