Opening Excerpt:

“Jung Taekwoon! Put on these pants right now!”

“No. I don’t want to.” He whined through the door.

Eyes rolled at the closed door you were forced to talk through. It was less than an hour before the boys were up to perform and your close stylist unnie had to call you over to help her handle Taekwoon.

She had been the VIXX’s stylist since their debut and he just loved to give her a hard time. When you had first began your stylist venture you were her assistant during VIXX’s debut. The group had grown to know you well, and still to this day, Taekwoon would only listen to you.

When desperate times called for desperate measures, unnie called you.

And once again, here you were.

*Sigh*

Chapter Excerpt:
 

Muttering underneath your breath, you kicked the door- “Screw these cards.” A second in your wallowing, your neck snapped back, how could of you’ve forgotten! Your eyes playfully narrowed- “Open up this door!” You shouted, and then your voice became small- especially knowing that he was right on the other side of the door, “or I’ll have to use that.”