"Good boy" Chanyeol threw his head back and groaned.

     she’d prefer it if she could have the week off, suppressed despondency leaking from her tired frame. hues more dulled than the day before, and the day before even that. she’s holding onto a pack of water bottles, a spare coat hanging from the crook of her arm, whilst the other lugged around a binder, trailing slowly behind the idol she was assigned. his schedule was getting all the more busy, with comebacks and fan meets, numerous other promotions scattered in between and she found herself being his shadow the last week or so. 

     it wasn’t long since her last encounter with someone that made her feel a little uneasy having set foot into the elevator with taeyang. her hues spark a certain sense of disquietude, her fingers are quick to curl around the binder pressed against her torso, the coat tucked snuggly in between the clamouring of her manicured nails against the plastic surface of the binder. and as soon as the doors slid open, she let out a subtle sigh from sanguine tinted lips, turning back to the other, “i have a copy of your schedule here, if you need it.” she offers with the slightest tug of her corners. she’s hoping to mask the sudden drop of her smiley persona well, she didn’t want her personal life interfering with work. how unprofessional.