SM Management was a big office block, roaring high from the main and bustling roads of the city. And Dami was a high society chick who drove a y black Mercedes. Her cousin, on the other hand, was a bottle of bubbling red soda that bounced on the edge of the passenger seat. You could say Yeonhee was overly excited at the thought of working at SM, but of course, that would be too much of an understatement.

Before Dami could even turn off the engine, Yeonhee had already charged towards the building's entrance.

And because Yuri had led a tour for Dami around her workplace countless times before, Dami knew exactly where to dump Yeonhee before scurrying off to class. But because Dami was running late, she had no choice but to leave her cousin with only quick instructions to DBSK's practice room, which Yeonhee took down sub-consciously within her overly hyped mind.

And so Yeonhee had disappeared, leaving Dami the concession to speed to her prissy little private college in peace.



The air-conditioning had slapped Yeonhee in the face from the instance her foot had stepped inside. But it absolutely did not erase the immense grin that stretched out her face in a somewhat queer manner. Luckily, there was no one behind the counter to frighten with such a look. The seat of the receptionist sat empty as Yeonhee fumbled inside her mind for the instructions Dami had left her with. OK, so hop in an elevator and go to level... 4? 5? 8? Then turn uhh.. left? Right? ...Noooooo memory, why do you fail me so?! T^T

"Are you looking for anyone?" came a deep voice, shattering Yeonhee's deep exploration of thought.

Spinning around, Yeonhee connected the voice with its face only to jump as she instantly recognised the man that stood before her. She could have sworn within the silence and time it took to finally rub off her dumbfounded expression and bulging eyeballs, that her heart had paused for a millisecond, before pacing itself a hundred miles an hour.

"I..uh.. um.. I... er.. DBSK.. looking... for... yes......?!" she sputtered, stuttering herself into a mental institution if it weren't from the weight of her feet that glued her down.

He was a man tall in statute, and so very very handsome. "It's OK, I'll take you to them." Siwon offered with a smile, holding back the giggle that bubbled within his throat.

YOU ARE A NICE MAN!!!! she wanted to cry at him, resisting the urge to curl her arms around him and hug him. But she mentally slapped herself silly from such a thought. Keep your cool, Yeonhee! No molesting of Super Junior members infront of security that are looking at you funny! She warned herself as she felt the piercing glare of the two security guards stationed beside the counter.

And so forcing her feet to unfasten themselves from the vinyl floor, she followed the ever-kind Siwon towards the elevators. But as they headed towards the sliding metal planks, another man had appeared from behind, his face is much beautiful than girls, Yeonhee thought.

"Who's the girl?" he whispered.

"I have no idea, but she's looking for DBSK."

"Wonwon, you sure are nice to their fangirls..."

Catching on to the audibility of their conversion, "I'm not a fangirl, I'm Jaejoong's friend!" Yeonhee snapped, although she really didn't mean to.

"Oh.. sorry." the preety boy replied with a slight nod of his head.

Before Yeonhee could respond, a ding had resonated into the tight space between them before gliding the metal planks apart as the number 4 lit up above them. "Alright, here we are. DBSK are just in the room to the left, can't miss it." the handsome and kind man directed with a warm smile as he held his arm against the cold of the opened doors for Yeonhee to hop out, which further amounted to the radiating benevolence that was Siwon. Such a gentleman, Yeonhee could have cried.

Bidding farewell to the handsome duo inside, "Arigatou Siwon-ssi." Yeonhee began before shifting her attention to his friend beside him, "And ...?"

"Uh... Heechul?" the pretty boy remarked in a you-don't-know-who-I-am? Look in his eyes

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Yoochun had been awaiting Yeonhee's arrival, the excited chap that he was; but unfortunately for him, a disgruntled cough from Jaejoong had strained him to step back from the accidental invasion of personal space. And kill their moment.

Diverting his attention and tearing away the glare he pinned at his bandmate to Yeonhee "The heck took you so long?"

Yeonhee was still flummoxed from bumping into two members of Super Junior only moments ago. "I uh..." she began before noticing a piece of laminated card attached to black woven string dangling from Jaejoong's grip. And she watched as it swayed mere inches from her face. 'Stylist (& DBSK's Minion)' it read. "DBSK's MINION?! Jaejoong, you really for adding that."

"Hahaha... Oh come on, it's only temporary!" he chortled, before slipping it over the black of her frazzled hair, sliding down her ebony strands and dangling from the pale of her neck. "Now security won't mistake you as being a pscycho fangirl OYAY!"

As sarcastic as Jaejoong's 'Oyay' sounded, Yeonhee couldn't help but laugh at its randomness.

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The new stylist's arrival asked for no delay, so as soon as Yuri greeted Yeonhee by the elevators, she had taken her upstairs to meet the two other stylists of SM to commence the first day of training. The two other stylists of SM were just as beautiful and extravagant as their own that was bound to maternity leave, albeit slightly more aged. They were nice and seemingly more quiet than Yuri, their every word and actions streaming with poise and amiability. And Yeonhee was thankful that they all got along, which definitely made it more enjoyable learning all the the ways they worked. They even showed Yeonhee the upcoming outfits for each artist of the company, exhibiting the many different variations they had to design, labouring over the most minute of details and analysing the wearibility of each.

Afterwards, Yeonhee was guided around the entire building as she met and greeted every single employee within their stations.