#fxf

The new rookie group that just recently debuted sat next to you guys— and you were stuck in between two male idols, Han Bin and Ji-woong. You smile, wave, and hand out photocard after photocard. You’re trying to focus—trust me you really are but your thighs are pressed tight, and the vibrator buried inside you is all you can focus on.

Across the table, Mira, Zoey, and Rumi sat. Zoey sitting next to Ricky, Rumi next to Gyu-vi, and Mira next to Gun-wook— You don’t have to look at them to feel them. Especially when the vibration suddenly goes higher, just as Han Bin leans in a little too close to ask you about your favorite snack.

”Ah-“ You almost let out a whimper as you drop a pen.

“Oh,” He says with concern, picking up the pen you dropped. You just hoped he wouldn’t notice how flustered you looked. “Everything okay, noona?”

You nod, “Yes, I’m fine. My hand just cramped” You excused, cheeks flushed, legs squeezed so tight it aches. The vibrator pulses against your walls again, this time, faster. Damn it these girls would be the death of you. You wondered who had the remote, but you just knew they were passing it around each other like it was a piece of paper.

You’re wrecked by the time the fan sign ends. The moment you step through the door, Zoey grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the bedroom. “Zoey—!” You squealed, and not even halfway in, Mira was already behind you, undressing your lower clothes, tugging down your underwear—with the vibrator still inside.

“Poor baby,” she murmurs against your shoulder, voice soft, fingers gentle. “You held on so well. Did they see how pretty you looked when we made you shake?”

You whimpered.

Rumi steps in, calm as ever, her gaze burning. She plucks the remote from her jacket pocket and clicks. The vibe goes from slow to rapidly brutal in half a second.

“Oh—” You drop to your knees.

“That’s better,” Mira purrs, thumb stroking your chin. “Open.”

You obey—mouth open, thighs trembling, hands clenching the carpet below you as she puts a gag around your mouth. You won’t be walking again any time soon, you knew that much

Zoey pulls your legs open wide and settles between them, tongue exploring your entire lower half. “Mh, Zoey—“ You moaned, the sound being muffled by the cloth over your mouth. Rumi kisses down your neck, ”We won’t stop until the only thought that comes to your mind is our names.”

You cry out when Mira presses her hand flat against your stomach, holding you down as the vibrator keeps vibrating so damn fast.

“Don’t cum yet,” Mira says. “You’ll wait until we say you can.”

“Mff—!” You whined in protest, the sound still muffled by the gag.

Zoey pulls back, her lips glistening with your essence, smirking. “You want to cum? Beg.”

Cruel. They were so cruel. You couldn’t talk with the cloth stopping you— let alone beg.

“You were clinging to those stupid boys earlier hm?” Mira says coldly, taking out the vibrator and replacing it with a finger instead. “But now you remember who you actually belong to.”

“Mh yours,” you gasp, “Only yours—please, please let me—!” you say despite knowing that they probably can’t hear you because it was all muffled.

The three of them. Around you. Inside you

Rumi takes the vibrator from Mira, and puts it against your clit, making you scream out loud. “Rumi— ngh”

They make you wait until you’re sobbing. Then they take turns letting you fall apart—over and over—until your voice is gone and your thighs are soaked and trembling, and your body is on fire and they know that you know that you were theirs.

After hours of .. torture, they finally let you rest. Covered with blankets like a burrito. Rumi kisses your temple. “Still want to flirt with boys?”

You shake your head weakly.

“Good girl,” Zoey hums.

Mira holds the vibrator and it’s remote up again with a soft, evil smile. “Don’t worry. We’ll keep this close.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst”

What she became for Sullyoon was comfort, laughter and a guiding hand. What she is now is, well, we’ll get to that.

It’s the hope that really did it. From the first day they met, crossing paths outside a practice room, where Sullyoon bent the full ninety to be met by Sana’s little dip of her head, partnered with her bright smile and greeting, that had her heartstrings tangled. They spoke in brief, barely an introduction, but it was enough.

Then they had her sit in, and Sullyoon danced until her feet grew sore, and Sana grinned and gave her a thumbs up, and in those brief moments, Sullyoon could never regret her career choice. When it was over, somewhere between Sana's muted appreciation and Sullyoon's gushing gratitude, Sana made an offer. Practice together, the two of them.

Sullyoon agreed, of course. She agreed to everything.

The warnings, the advice, the rumours. So what if a younger girl liked an older girl? So what if Sana was her senior? Sullyoon was - is - windswept.

So when the idea of coffee before practice came at Sana's suggestion, Sullyoon was up an hour earlier than usual. She had her hair in rollers, and she sat at her vanity. She tapped the brush across her skin and dotted the concealer. She took her time with everything. From curling her eyelashes to applying her lipstick, it was wholly methodical. She wanted to look good, but that was a given. It was more than that; she wanted to look like Sana's type.

She picked a simple outfit, skin-tight jeans, a cropped camisole and a light cardigan. It wasn’t the first choice, nor was it the second. In fact, it was around the fourth swap that Sullyoon looked at herself in the mirror and began to judge the woman staring back. It’s coffee. Just little beans ground down and brewed into a drink to start the day before practice. Practice that would inevitably require a change of clothes anyway, so why did this matter so much? 

Sana - that’s why.

The coffee date (could Sullyoon call it that?) passed by all too quickly, but it opened the metaphorical door. No longer did they only talk about dancing and comebacks and vocal tones and aegyo and… - yeah, you get the picture - but they talked about each other. Favourite snacks, drinks, and places to visit. Sana would appease everything Sullyoon threw out.

That park that Sullyoon loved to visit? They met there the following Monday and walked around for a little while.

The movie that Sullyoon loved? Well, Sana didn’t watch it, but she read the reviews and pretended that she had.

The games that Sullyoon loved to play? Sana bought a switch. Yep, a switch, just to play with Sullyoon.

And look, Sana had absolutely no idea what she was doing. She followed Sullyoon around - once she finally understood the controls - and did everything she said she should do. By the end of the first day, Sana had a hole in the ground, and Sullyoon had a house. They didn’t get a lot of time outside of schedules, but they would play when they could. Sana’s hole in the ground got a little bit nicer as Sullyoon decorated it and built around it to keep it safe.

In the lamp-light-clashing-moonlight glow of her room, Sullyoon pondered it all. Sana took her where she wanted to go, bought her the things she wanted to own, read her favourite books and watched her favourite movies. Sana bought a switch just for her. All these gestures paled in comparison to the little things she noticed.

Like how Sana would accidentally brush her hand and then smile as if nothing happened, how she would make these little jokes that share just a little bit too much detail about her sex life, and how she would constantly invite Sullyoon over to spend the night.

Empty pizza boxes accompanied empty bottles. Flirty jokes accompanied Sullyoon falling head-over-heels. She was falling - faster and harder than anything had ever fallen. Barrelling towards a reality that had begun to form in her head, Sullyoon pictured the future. It would be tough, keeping the secret, but they could do it, Sullyoon was sure. 

Sana had experience; Sullyoon would come to learn. Her relationships with her many friends in the industry, from Momo to Miyeon and everyone in between. Not that Sullyoon was jealous, no, not openly. That only reared its head on those nights alone in her room, pondering possibilities.

Then came the day everything changed. The casual-flirty jokes became not-so-casual-flirty jokes, and all of Sullyoon’s favourite things became tools of the evening. Her favourite snacks, drinks, movies, everything - all at once. The longing looks became long looks. Sana flicked a switch, and Sullyoon crumbled. Putty in her hands.

They slept together that night. Sana had all these things she liked to do, and Sullyoon had a body she wanted to do them all too. The kisses never seemed to end, from chaste to an outright dissolution of decorum. The touches trailed to the ends of Sullyoon’s world - all this caressing and grabbing and tugging and fuck -

Yeah, it was perfect. Sullyoon wept after it all. An emotional cooking pot boiled over in the post-coital serenity - in Sana’s arms. She confessed it all to her in that raw state: how she fell in love with her before she ever even met her. How the feelings only became cemented upon seeing that smile in real life, and how every single domino that fell following that had led her to this precipice.

And on that precipice, she stood. She stood still for a long time. 

Sullyoon would load up her Minecraft world from time to time, build a little more around that hole, waiting for her to come back. She drank more coffee, wandered around the parks, and practised harder than ever before. Sana would show up again and invite her over. Food. Drinks. Great sex. Precipice. Waiting. Hope.

Sana’s phone would flash with Miyeon’s picture, or someone else’s, all the time. Things would go quiet. No dates. No movies. No feelings. Then she would return to do it all over again.

For Sana, it is a loop, and for Sullyoon, it is a spiral. 

cassie mckay who can’t help but notice how good you are with her kid, harrison, treating him like he were your own, her mind already conjuring up ideas on why life would be like if he had you as his other mom, and also as her wife.

cassie mckay who thinks about the most vile thoughts whenever she sees you in your scrubs. part of her is glad that no one in the pitt could read minds, and that she still had some semblance of self preservation to never voice out any of her thoughts because she knows it’ll get her sent straight to hr. though she’s left wondering how exactly someone could look so tempting and so gorgeous in their work clothes.

cassie mckay who stutters and clams up when you tell her you know about what she feels, when you tell her she’s not as slick as she thinks she is.

“I don’t—“ she’d start off before catching a glimpse of your facial expression. clearly not buying whatever excuse she was about to throw at you. “it’s okay,” you’d reassure, placing a hand on her arm as you meet her gaze. “just want you to know that you don’t have to do it in secret anymore.”

was that right? did cassie hear you correctly? had years of working and worrying about her family with little to no rest finally catch up to her?

but then she sees you, looking up at her, eyes expectant and holding a glint of mischief, and cassie knows she’s already done for. most likely already was since the moment you two first interacted.

cassie mckay who starts off tense whenever you try to get frisky, tugging at her chain, trailing your fingers up and down her arm with an almost featherlight touch. she hasn’t been with anyone in a while, who could really blame her for freezing up?

cassie mckay who is quick to reciprocate, though. offering you to go out together for dinner after work, charming you up to the best of her abilities. It’s a bit awkward at first, sure, but to her surprise and relief, it works. how does she know? because you said yes to going back to her place, and were now trapped between her front door and her body as her she bites and sucks at your lower lip.

cassie mckay who doesn’t need much to start getting addicted to you. the sound of your voice was already something that she loved hearing, your taste being just as exquisite as she’d dreamed about, and your body warm like always.

“shh,” she mutters, feeling your breath hot and heavy against her lips. “he’s asleep. don’t wanna wake him up, do you?” you nod your head, gripping at her shirt and pulling her back in for another searing kiss.

cassie takes this as a moment to hike you up, hands on your thighs as she carries you over to the couch, pulling you down onto her lap. you gasp softly when you feel her undo the buttons of your shirt, cool air meeting your skin.

cassie mckay who always makes sure to check whether or not you want her to keep going, never wanting to put you in a position where you felt like you needed to give in. “Is this okay?” she’d ask whilst trailing her hands beneath your clothes, feeling the soft plane of your stomach and the curve of your tits beneath the pads of her fingers.

she makes works with your clothes, the sound of faint rustling, fabric being tossed aside carelessly onto the floor, and your bated breath mixing in a heady cocktail. “god, you’re so soft.” she’d mutter, cupping your breasts, her thumb grazing against your already hard nipples before taking one into her mouth and sucking.

you place one hand over your mouth, your other finding the back of her head, pulling her closer.

you do your best to stay quiet, even when one or two muffled moans escape from your lips, cassie appreciates your efforts nonetheless. her freehand trails down to your panties, pulled them aside as her fingers slide between your folds, testing at first. she pulls away from your tit with a small pop, instead focusing on your neck as she circles your clit.

“cass—“ you’d try to whisper, only for her to shush you once more. “shh, shh. i know. i’ll take care of you.”

cassie mckay who makes you see stars whenever she has her hand down your pants, pumping her fingers in and out of your slick cunt, and curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that she seemed to already be familiar with. her thumb circles your clit, adding onto the already devouring stimulation.

your head’s already feeling fuzzy, your hand aching as you keep it pressed firmly to your mouth, knuckles turning pale as she fucks you like she’d already done it before. cassie had thought about this moment for so long, so often, that she already feels like she had.

cassie mckay who makes you cum again right after your last, kissing at your cheeks, your forehead, then at your lips whenever you whimpered into her ear. she loves this, loves making you feel good, loves seeing you cum for her like she’s the only one who knows how to.

cassie mckay who insists you stay the night after, telling you that it’s late and that she doesn’t know how to feel about seeing you go home at this time of night. “you can stay,” she’d say in the most gentle tone you’d ever heard, her thumb caressing your cheek. “i want you to stay.”

cassie mckay who claims her role as the big spoon, but ends up being held in your arms instead of the other way around.

After much debate with your close girl friends, that you were on a trip into the big city with, they had practically dragged you to the long line of awaiting people to try out this silly ride. Each of their hands clasped tightly around your sweaty palms, forcing your feet to shuffle into your spot at the back of the line. It was a warm spring day, the sun beating down only to be combated by a pleasant breeze. So, of course, most would find themselves spending the day at the Wolmi Theme Park in South Korea. The three of you had already spent the majority of the day entertaining yourselves with other rides, though with yourself often choosing to opt out of riding many--given rollercoasters had a habit of making you queasy. Yet, after much convincing and deliberation, you had allowed them to take you on this ride. They had claimed that it wasn't that scary, and was oftentimes quite fun. But as you got into line and saw the ever-moving ride your stomach dropped and your face paled. Laughter and screams echoed around as the current set of riders were being bounced up and down whilst the ride spun everyone in round in differing speeds. As you watched this, you couldn't help but feel the corn dogs you just had thirty-minutes prior rising their way through your innards.

While you stood there, mouth agape, your friends had busied themselves with calling their boyfriends back home in the countryside. Snapping you out of your scared daze, was a smooth laugh from beside--even smoother words following in pursuit.

"You look like you've just seen a ghost," a woman laughed from beside you, your eyes narrowing as they traveled up the body beside you in line. Taking notice of her skinny ripped black jeans, the loose tank top that had a bit of the side tucked into the waistband of her jeans, and a black leather jacket over her shoulders. Her face was adorned in few piercings: just one silver ring on her lip, the other a silver ring on her left nostril (a gem-incrusted sun on where the ring met the visible skin). Her hair was short, some strands of her black hair covering the right side of her head slightly. Her narrow features complimented her stylistic choices. And by all means: the woman was completely, and utterly gorgeous.

After a few minutes of silence, your eyes only widening upon seeing the pretty woman, she spoke up again. "Are you alright? Surely you haven't actually seen a ghost," she replied, her thin brows furrowing slightly as she stared at you--her head cocked to the side just a hair. She was concerned for your wellbeing. How cute.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," you blinked, snapping out of your haze and returning your gaze to the still-moving ride--swallowing hard. "I just don't like rides like this," you added and nodded awkwardly. "Not really my thing."

The woman beside you nodded, letting out a quiet hum as her gaze follows yours up to the ride. "It's not that bad," she commented, letting out a quiet laugh. "Just make sure to hold on tight."

"What?" You asked, misunderstanding her words and her eyes widening slightly.

The woman laughed harder, shaking her head. "The bars, hold on tight to the bars," she corrected, tilting her head. "Or your friends."

You suddenly felt the presence of your two friends who had gotten off facetime with their partners, and were now standing beside you once more--staring at the taller woman with slightly furrowed brows. The woman just nodded once, before turning back around and facing the front of the line. Leaving you to suffer the teasing looks and questions from your friends for the remainder of the wait in line.

Eventually, after growing slightly impatient from standing still for so long, it was finally your group's turn to file onto the circular ride. The eager group of riders all excitedly piled on, sounds of annoyed groans coming from the people who were cut off and had to wait another round.

Your friends rushed to a spot, sitting on the seats and giggling excitedly. Their hands reached behind themselves to grab the plastic and metal bars--wrapping their arms around the slick material in hopes to stay (mostly) still throughout the ride.

You sat there awkwardly, trying to mimic your friend's actions but you found yourself struggling to keep yourself comfortable. You didn't realize the woman who was in front of you in line was sitting beside you until you felt her hands gently guiding your arms to wrap around the bars--her hand resting there for a moment and looking over you.

"Comfy?" She asked you, raising a brow slightly.

Your face, now red, moved up to meet her gaze--nodding awkwardly. "Yeah, thanks," you said, voice quiet, and pressing a small smile up as another bout of gratitude. Her dark eyes traveled over you for a second, smiling and giving a nod back. She moved to sit beside you, leaving the width of a person and a half between you two.

Unfortunately for your humility, the ride moderator had noticed the small interaction and so once the ride started slowly spinning--your face all but heated when you heard the moderator's loud voice call out your descriptor over the speakers. Little did you know the running internet joke that if the moderator called you out, you were done for.

"Are you two together?" The male moderator's voice called out, "you, tweed skirt and the h/c hair. And you, short black hair and the leather jacket," he described. Your heart all but dropped. Before you could reply, the woman next to you beat you to it:

"No, we aren't," she yelled, her voice loud over the mechanics of the machine and the loud sounds from around the theme park.

"Do you want to be?" The moderator called out, a hint over amusement carrying over in his voice.

You shook your head, laughing awkwardly. "No, no it's okay. I came here with my friends," you replied, brows furrowing in embarrassment--trying to ignore the giggles from your friends beside you.

"Ah, no, no, let me fix that," the moderator said, laughing, and your heart dropped from his mischievous tone.

Suddenly, the ride was tilted all the way to the left side and began bouncing slightly. Lifting you up and down from your seat, your sweaty hands barely holding onto the plastic bars as gravity tried to pull you to where the woman beside you was sitting. She seemed to keep her body planted firmly--hardly moving. The ups and downs got harsher, and before you knew it, one of your arms slipped from the bar and you fell slightly down to your left. You felt another leg wrap around yours--realizing it was the woman's, who was trying to keep you steady so you didn't fall.

You grunted as you moved to steady yourself back onto the seat, pulling your leg from hers and attempting to grab back onto the bars. Before you could succeed, another unexpected bump made your other arm slip--letting out a yelp as you stumbled off the seat and about to start rolling on the metal floor of the ride. You didn't go very far before you found your body ensnared by both the woman's legs--holding your torso tightly as to make sure you didn't fall anymore.

As the bumps continued, you felt one of her hands grab your arm and pull you up--setting you on her lap. Your face burned with embarrassment and awkwardness at the entire situation--wishing you hadn't even let your friends convince you to get on this stupid ride to begin with. Her legs entangled with yours, an arm wrapping around your waist and pressing your back tight against her front. Her fingers found purchase on your hip, pressing into the part tightly.

"Are you okay?" She asked, tilting her head so her mouth was right next to your ear, her voice quiet. God was her voice attractive.

You nodded, the consistent bumps making the two of you rise up from your seats occasionally--but your landings were cushioned by the woman's body beneath you. It was almost strangely nice. No. You shouldn't think like that. She was an entire stranger. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," you replied, turning your head slightly--though not realizing how close your faces would be. You quickly turned your head back around forward--your cheeks the color of a tomato.

As the ride continued on, the moderator still continued to pick on the two of you, moving you two around. Even with the woman's firm grip on your body, you had somehow ended up turned around--your legs straddling her hips. Her jacket had been moved to wrap around your waist so no one could see how your skirt rid up, allowing some form of modesty. There were some other instances of other people flailing around and landing on others, however you could hardly pay any mind to the others on this ride given your situation. This continued on throughout the ride's duration, before eventually the machine came to a stop--the moderator thanking everyone, though still finding a way to insert a tease about the two women's interactions throughout the ride.

You shakily got off of the woman--pulling your skirt down and untying the jacket around your waist, holding it back out to her. "Um, thanks for this. And for making sure I don't fall," you muttered, looking down at your feet. When she took the jacket, you quickly took off and found your friends at the exit of the ride--trying to ignore the burning throughout your body as their incessant teases fueled your embarrassment.

Before you could get far, a female voice called out and you turned around--your eyes widening as the woman before approached, slightly out of breath from the small jog. Your friends looked at each other with raised brows, both backing away to leave you two to yourselves.

"Oh-- um, hi," you said, brows furrowing slightly. "Did you need something?"

"How long are you in Incheon for? Or do you live here?" She asked, her chest still rising up and down with rapid breaths. She almost sounded hopeful, and a bubbly filling filled your stomach. As if someone had opened a cage of butterflies between your ribcages.

You blinked, looking away from her for a moment. "No, I don't live here. Just visiting with my friends... but I'm not sure. A couple more days, at least. We didn't really have an end date. Why?" You asked, licking your lips slightly--and you watched as her eyes flickered to your slightly damp, pink lips for a moment before she looked back up at your eyes.

"Let me take you sight-seeing around the city, yeah?" She asked, despite her cool demeanor, she almost seemed nervous. "You don't have to, but it'd--"

"Sure," you cut her off, flashing an almost-nervous smile of your own. "I'd like that, my friends and I aren't really super knowledgeable around anyway. I'm sure they'd like it too."

Her face flickered with some unknown expression and she shook her head. "No, not them. Just you... and I," she said, sucking in a long breath.

"Oh," you breathed, your brows raising. "Yeah, my answer is still the same. I would like that," you answered, emphasizing the 'I' in your sentence. The woman nodded, any nervousness or tension immediately lifted from her demeanor.

"Good," she said, grinning. "Let me get your number," she said--pulling out her phone from her back pocket, opening it, and shoving it in your direction with the screen showing an empty contact form to fill out. You nodded, and took the phone to begin typing in some things in each slot. "I'm Se-mi, by the way," she added, her eyes watching you intently--studying every and all aspect of your face.

Once you finished, you looked back up at Se-mi and handed her phone. "Well... just give me a message, Se-mi. I should be free, well, if I can ever escape those two for a moment," she laughed, tilting her head back to where her friends stood--watching the two of you interact with large grins.

Se-mi nodded, watching your form retreat as you handed her phone back and went back to your friends who immediately began pestering you for information on your new 'hot date', as they called it. She looked back down at her phone, studying your name on the contact--trying to burn it into her memory.

"Y/n...," she said slowly, nodding as she enjoyed the feel of it on her tongue. Knowing full well she was going to be saying that name for a long time. Or, well, at least she hoped.

“This is going to bring our numbers to the sky,” said the Old man as he ended with a laugh. “Like usual, the girls will be shown on the Stardom World Channel. Jaewon, your team needs to make a good impression so they can return to us exclusively. Do you understand?” 

It didn’t take long for the boss of SWC to nod his head in response. 

“We just decided on the show the girl group will be appearing tomorrow night. We are currently finalizing the show's lineup. I have my best people working on it and ensuring things turn out well.”

“Lies, " you said in your head as your boss finished up his mini-statement. As long as you have been a paid intern at SWC, nothing has gone according to plan for your channel station. Leaks about upcoming idol announcements or special programs have occurred too frequently. The scheduled program would have to be rewritten the last hour before a show went live.  

Once the meeting was over, everyone started to head back to the office. And now everyone who works at SWC has started to stress out. At this point, you would have returned to your desk to attend to emails and assist your coworkers with some of their tasks. Your use of working from the background and maintaining a regular schedule can become boring at times. But it pays the bills, so you didn’t really complain about this current lifestyle. But before you could get back to your deck, your boss stopped you and told you to follow him to his office. 

“May I ask why this sudden meet-up?”

“We found out who was causing our leaks. They were fired, and since we have an opening spot. You’ll be responsible for the care of celebrities upon their arrival. Think of your chances of being fully hired if everything goes well tomorrow.” 

So, planning out all the things that the new girl group, Huntrix, needs is more complicated than you thought. As on the day before, you were moved around the whole station building. To get the necessary paperwork to reserve the two rooms that the group needs, but close enough for recording to be done. It wasn’t just Huntrix and their manager showing up. Celine, a member of Starlight Sisters who trained the girls, will also accompany them. 

Then, don't get started on what you have to do to find the drink and snacks the girls asked for. It was going to be hard to explain to her boss that the boatload of food was for Huntrix and hot for you. Then there was the task of finding all the items required for the station tradition when a new idol group debuts.  

The stress was getting to your head for sure as you spent most of your morning trying to find a work outfit suitable for meeting Huntrix. You might have gone through 6 different outfits before finally deciding on a semi-professional suit. Thinking of bringing heels to work might have been a mistake. Luckily, you have other shoes at your desk that you can switch to in case of anything. 

To make the day worse for you, you ran out of your contact lenses and had to bring your glasses to work for today's special event. You just pray to the gods that everything turns out fine. 

Now, it was just a matter of pre-setting everything before the Hunterrix arrived. It was clear that everyone at the station was on high alert today. Barriers were being placed around the building as people began to gather outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the new idol group. As the last-minute setup was done on the set. Your walkie-talkie went off.

“AB for y/n.”

“Go for y/n,” you respond as you press on your earpiece to hear a little bit better. 

“We have our eyes on a black limo coming to the building. You might want to start heading down soon. Over.”  

“Copy. ETA less than 5 mins. Switching over to channel one (production). Over.” 

“Copy that.” It was time. It's time to show your boss what you can do. This intern can do more than just copy paperwork and get coffee for everyone at the station. The worst thing that could happen is you getting fired and having to go through the pains of a job search once more. With the current state of things, that is something that you want to avoid. 

As you made it down to the building entrance, you made it right in time as the black limo parked in front. Now, there was a noticeable number of people around the fence. Cameras were starting to take pictures. Fans are beginning to yell out the group's name. People are pulling out their phones to record this moment. You took one last deep breath to calm down your nerves.

“You got this, y/n. Just act as you know what you are doing, and everything should be fine… hopefully.” From there, you signal security to let Huntrix out of their limo. 

As the limbo door opened up, the crowd of people started to go wild. The first person to come out was the former Starlight Sister member, Celine. Behind them, it was a Huntrix member with purple hair styled out as one giant braid. There was a certain pride in her stance, as she was here to prove a point. 

Then up was the tallest person you have seen in a while. This Huntrix member had bright red hair styled out with mini high pigtails. She had a mysterious aura, as if she didn’t care what people thought of her. 

Finally, the last Huntrix member stepped out, and the height difference was clear as day from night. It was clear to see they were trying to hold in a burst of energy.

Last but not least, there was the manager of the girls, Bobby, since he was the one who wrote all the emails about what the girls required. 

It wouldn’t be long before all of them enter the building as they wave back at the fans. 

“Welcome to World Cable News, where stars get to shine. Your start as an idol group begins here … that was too much, wasn’t it?” And there goes your professionalism.  

“Ummmmm, just a bit,” said the ball of sunshine of the group. As the tallest member butted in, “It was.”

“Sorry, I’m forced to say that. Anyway, my name is y/n and I’m going to be your ‘helper’ for today. The recording for the show won’t be for a while. So, I’ll take you to your rooms.” So far, everything is going well. The ride in the elevator was quiet; no one said anything. But what was there to say? You're just a worker at the TV station. Someone else could be doing this same job, and they would react the same way. Luckily, that train of thought was cut short when the elevator doors opened up. 

You walked them to their room and turned to face, “The door to my left is for Mira and Zoey. The door on my right is for Celine and Rumi.”

“Wait, what about Bobby?” Said the mysterious girl.

“Don’t worry, girls, I’m going to go check on the production side of things. Making sure everything is fine. Just go ahead and relax while I check on things.” Said Bobby with a relaxed tone. 

“In your rooms, you’ll find snacks and other things to entertain yourself. I would like to thank Bobby for assisting me with the emails they sent me. Now, if you'd like anything, just let me know, as I’ll be waiting out here. Now, if you excuse me, I'll be guiding Bobby to production.”

At least there was a moment of calm for yourself; you explained to Bobby how this was your first day with all of this. Trying to make sure things went well was stressful for you. Luckily for you, he gave you a couple of tips and hopes the best for you. That was when your feet started to hurt; the choice of wearing heels finally caught up with you. But getting back to the girls was your main priority as you made it back to where the girls were residing. Once you finally made it back, that’s when Celine was leaving her room. 

“I trust that the girls won’t need any babysitting, but whatever happens, I’ll be leaving them to your care. That being said, I’ll be heading early to where recording will be done. Has the building had any major changes, right?”

The way that Celine presents herself makes you feel small. That having someone around telling her what to do was wrong. Not in a mean way, but it was clear that she had more experience with this situation than you did. 

 “Ummm…not that I know of.”

“Good, so it should be the same as before. Make sure the girls arrive on time.” Celine said as she started to walk away.

“Wait, you're not allowed to leave alone… and she's already gone.” Great, your boss is going to have your head on a stick. Might as well give production a heads up. As you sent the message to inform your team. The door to Mira and Zoey's room opens up. Like a switch in your brain, you reverted to your smiling professional mode. 

“I’m sorry, but it's possible to get some hot water for our ramyeon.” Says the ball of sunshine of the group, pointing at her beef bone broth ramyeon cup. Wait, if holding the beef bone broth ramyeon means she's Zoey, and the red-haired girl is Mira, then that would mean... She was the one who wanted the spicy ramyeon.

“Yes, of course, just hand over your cups and I’ll get them prepared.”

“Thank you so much.” Zoey said as she handed over the cup, “Hey Mira, hand over your ramyeon. The pretty girl is going to prepare it for us.”

HUH! Pretty! A rush of red started to show around your cheeks and the tips of your ears. The last time you heard someone say that to you was probably your mother. It wasn’t till today that you were trying to make yourself feel more presentable than usual. You would be brought back to reality when Zoey handed you over the Mira’s ramyeon. Luckily for you, Zoey didn’t notice your blush.

“I shouldn’t take long, Ms. Zoey. I’ll be back before you know it.” 

“Drop the miss. We are not that old.” Said Mira as she was sitting in a chair, eating some kimbap. 

“Noted. I won’t take long.” As you started to walk away, you stopped in front of Rumi’s door. At the same time, she hasn’t asked for anything. Something inside of you was telling you to check on her. Zoey and Mira have each other to entertain themselves. Rumi was just there, all by themselves. You were going to knock for a moment, but there was hesitation. Why did you even care? Rumi hasn’t asked for anything, so you shouldn’t bother her, right?

You knocked on the door.

The door opens. 

“Do you need something?” Asked Rumi. 

“Well, hum… Zoey and Mira wanted ramyeon, and I-I’m making it for them. So I-I thought you might w-wanted your made too. But it t-t-totally okay if you don’t want any. It’s n-not like I'm forcing you or anything… I'm going to shut up before I say anything I might regret now.” You were a stuttering mess.

Rumi let out a chuckle.

“I would like some ramyeon too.” She went to get her ramyeon cup. “I’ll be honest, I'm pretty surprised that you found most, if not all, the snacks the girls and I like to eat on. It should have taken you a while to find them all.” 

“Well, it's my job to make sure that the idols are comfortable when they are here. Though I’ll admit that I might have overdone it for being my first time doing all of this.” 

“Well, it’s my first time being an idol. So I say you're doing an amazing job so far.” Rumi said as she handed over the ramyeon. Before Rumi could close the door, you had something else to say.

“Hummm, more thing. Food usually tastes better when you're with friends or family. So I’ll turn a blind eye if you so happen to be with the other girls when I come back.” There was a silent moment there. While Rumi didn’t say anything, you could tell she was happy that you told her. 

“I’ll be back in five minutes. Do what you have to do.”

Making instant ramyeon isn't rocket science. Just get some hot water, pour it into the cup, and wait for three minutes. Then it's all done. Now to find a tray to carry it back in, so that took some of your time. Then you had to bring the Polaroid camera and photo album for the station tradition when a new idol group's debut. You looked at the clock, and there were about twenty minutes left before the girls had to head to production. Which caused you to speed walk back to get everything done. 

This time, when you made it back to the room, the door to Zoey and Mira’s room was already open. You heard the laughter of all three girls as you got closer. When you made it to their doorway, you playfully knock on the door to let the girls know you're here. That made them notice you at the entrance.

“Let's Go! Our ramyeon is here!” Said Zoey as you walked in and started to hand everyone their ramyeon.

“Spicy for Mira, Beef Bone Both for Zoey, and Last but not least, seafood flavor for Rumi.” With no hesitation, the girls started to eat their ramyeon. As you left the girls to eat, place the Polaroid camera and photo album on a mini tablet beside them, and begin to clean up the empty snack packs. 

“What with the camera and photo album.” Said Mira as she was the first one to finish eating her ramyeon.

“Oh, the station has a tradition. When a new idol group debuts here, they get their picture taken, and a page is dedicated to it in the photo album. I think there is a Starlight Sisters’ page in that album, specifically in that album.” You said you threw away the trash. 

“No way that means there is a picture of a young Celine in her golden age,” Zoey said as quickly, grabbed the album, and started to flip through the pages. Once she found it, Zoey let out a giant gasp. “No way!”

The other two girls started to gather around to see the page.

“Hey Rumi, isn’t that your mom right here. ” Said Mira as she pointed to a picture that had one of the Starlight Sisters decorating their braid with accessories. “You guys are rocking out the giant braid looks.”

“I never thought that I would see a picture of her today. It’s like she's still with me.” Said Rumi as she stared at that picture a bit longer. 

“Well, it is your time for you guys to leave a mark in the album,” You say as you grab the camera and face them to take a picture. “Everyone smile, and say Huntrix!”

“HUNTRIX!” All three of them yelled out as they did heart and peace signs. The camera would be passed around as all the girls started to take as many photos as they could before time was up. As the world will soon know these girls as pop stars. 

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It's 4 am as I'm posting this.

I'm sorry for not giving all the girls an equal amount of attention, but there will be other chapters dedicated to them.

Also, sorry if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes. I didn't pick up. I'm mostly an artist, not really a writer. Any, enjoy. Leave a like, comment, or reblog if this fic is worth writing some more. Anyway, I'm off to bed now.

-frozty