#and have strict standards for what ''good'' and ''respectable'' music is and dismiss everything else
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playing rap/hip-hop for family members who like making fun of your music taste and are that "i hate rap i don't consider it real music" type really spotlights how much they do not know anything about or listen to rap and their "criticisms" for it are a bunch of garbage that they wouldn't say about any other music genre
#not jojo related#music#i remember playing a hip hop song for my dad once and he complained ''he just says the same thing over and over!!''#because the song dared to have a refrain line and chorus#like you would not be saying that about a rock song that repeats a line throughout it#you just want to frame a rap song like it's non-intellectual (music crime i guess)#especially strange because many of said family members including my dad identify as progressive and anti-racist and everything#there's a lesson in unchecked biases for you i guess#there was always strong pressure in my family to like what they considered ''good'' music like classic rock#and have strict standards for what ''good'' and ''respectable'' music is and dismiss everything else#i used to conform to it when i was 11 because i was so self conscious about my music and wanted to impress them#got a big head when i listened to pink floyd and adults told me they were surprised i could ''appreciate that kind of music''#but now that i've grown up and expanded my music taste quite a bit i've realized how garbage that attitude is#the overt racism of it all especially
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F/M Pairing: Y/N x Lee Minho
Genre: Married Life AU, Romance
Warnings: Smut and Language
Word Count: 11K
Summary: Despite her reputation, Y/N is considered one of the very best agents in the music industry. Of course, it doesn’t help that she married one of her clients---notoriously stubborn and arrogant Lee Minho AKA the extremely talented Lee Know whose silky voice and amazing choreographies appeal to an enormous fan-base. A pop singer who prefers to work alone, Y/N usually obliges Minho’s preferences...until her boss demands that he collaborate with the up-and-coming and multi-talented trio, 3racha.
Well, nobody ever said that married life is easy.
For: @hwngjn
There’s a certain decorum involved with the management of arrogant pop singers who think the entire world revolves around their singular existence. In my experience, if you want to tame these wild inclinations, then it’s best to do one of the three things: 1) leave the company ASAP with a two-week notice and a heartfelt plea for a good recommendation, 2) tolerate the existence of this pop singer and hope that he matures with age, or 3) marry this pop singer because you fell in love without understanding the fraternization clause of your contract.
Allow me to elaborate: options one and two will leave you with enough room to continue rising through the ranks without much conflict with upper management. You see, I have firsthand knowledge because I lived through the ensuing outcomes, leaving my first job at the tender age of 23 with very little knowledge and then arduously suffering at my next position with a female artist who insisted on testing my patience. But then again, if you choose to skip options one and two and pursue option three, then you better learn to live with the consequences because it will bring the most long-term effects.
Let me start from here because, for the most part, the consequences for me were fairly minimal. The record company was, of course, incensed when they found out about my unauthorized affair. Unfortunately, Minho liked to brag about the things he cherished, and he made no secret of our relationship outside of the company. I knew it was only a matter of time before the issue was brought to the attention of Mr. Park, the company’s CEO and head producer.
I can still remember sitting in his big office, ignoring the lingering smell of smoke, while Mr. Park shoved my management contract in my face. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, to which I had no response other than my weakness for Minho’s cunning smile. “You’re done here,” he announced and my heart broke in my chest.
Fortunately, before I could finish packing my belongings on the same afternoon, Minho had appeared at my desk with a very unhappy Mr. Park trailing behind him with an intense scowl. “Tell her,” Minho growled.
“Y/N,” he sighed. “You’ve been reinstated. Mr. Lee made a convincing argument on your behalf. Apparently, he can’t possibly work here and renew his contract without you as his manager.”
I remember glaring at Minho for his intervention, since our impromptu marriage was entirely his fault. “Thank you, sir.”
Thereafter, I was determined to do the best job I could as famed singer Lee Know’s manager, even if it meant facing scrutiny from jealous fans or bowing my head when I faced another agent in the hallways. I suppose I could deal with their scrutiny because it was better than the alternative of finding myself lounging away in Minho’s expensive condo unemployed and ruined because of my reputation. Even so, I was walking on thin glass everyday, and Minho continued to make things hard by insisting that he didn’t need to follow the rules, especially since he insisted on some one-sided feud with Mr. Park.
For example, today Minho was scheduled for an interview with a very distinguished magazine, but my husband had decided to prioritize his never ceasing libido over regular responsibilities. “Hold still,” Minho said, smirking against the side of my neck while his hands made quick work of my skirt and panties, shoving them harshly down my legs to make room for his greedy touches. Inhibited access to the heat between my legs, presented to him in just the way he liked, meant that his fingers were currently teasing the swollen folds of my labia while I fell apart at the seams.
I could tell that Minho wanted to take his time, but one glance at my wristwatch told me that we weren’t allowed such liberties today. “No, sir,” I said, reaching behind me to scratch my nails along his forearm. “You have an interview in ten minutes!”
“Relax,” he said, kissing delicately down the individual knobs of my spine. “I missed you today.”
“How romantic,” I deadpanned. “Can you hurry before the agency sends someone to look for us?”
As I said before, Minho was never the type to follow clear instructions, and he didn’t like the fact that his agency was rather strict when it came to scheduling. He liked to spite the men upstairs whenever an opportunity arose, such as prolonging needless foreplay when I was already dripping down my thighs because of his ministrations. I reached behind me for his belt, attempting to undo the zipper and release the erection straining the material.
“What’s your hurry, sweetheart?” he purred, knocking away my hand.
“My job as your manager,” I returned, fervently trying to hasten our unexpected intimacy.
“Well, as your favorite client, I suggest you bend over for me so I can fuck this little pussy.”
His words went straight to the tight coil offering no resistance the longer Minho continued to speak dirty words into my ears. “Did you lock the door?”
“Why? Are you expecting someone?”
I frowned, ready to offer a snarky retort before the words were wiped clean from my head when I felt the tip of his cock sink into my awaiting heat. “What was that, sweetheart?” he asked and I moaned loudly because he was suddenly intense with his movements, leaving no room to gather my bearings before he was fucking at a harsh pace.
Actually, in hindsight, I should’ve seen this coming when I met Minho in my office for the very first time. He walked in wearing a loose-fitting tank top and tight skinny jeans like he was attending a fraternity party instead of a company meeting. Minho’s steps were completely assured, sunglasses framing his face perfectly and standing out against the smooth tone of his skin. “Y/N?” he asked with a smirk.
“Miss Y/L/N,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “The agency assigned you to my care.”
“Really?” Minho asked, cocksure and smiling bright as he made himself comfortable on my futon without permission. “Miss, you say?”
“We go by professional titles, Mr. Lee,” I said, glaring at him from behind my computer screen.
“Sure,” he dismissed, reaching for the flower vase on my coffee table. “How does this work exactly? You do whatever I ask, right?”
“Put the vase down and pay attention.”
Minho’s smile vanished at my tone. “What did you say?”
“Mr. Lee, the agency forewarned me about your...behavior. I must assure you that it won’t be tolerated because my job is to make sure that you do everything outlined in your contract. I’m sure you didn’t bother taking the time to read it, but there are certain things the company expects of you other than posting to your Twitter at 3:00 AM in the morning.”
I took a deep breath, satisfied that he appeared to be listening. “For example, the company expects your first album release this October. It’s my job to make sure you attend all recording sessions. Furthermore, promotions will be anticipated leading to the album’s delivery to applicable streaming platforms. That means interviews, photoshoots, award shows, and radio performances. Please understand that I’m one of the very best this agency has to offer, which means my clients demonstrate respect and high aptitude for their work and how it reflects on the company. From the moment you first stepped through that door, I knew that you lacked both of those capabilities.”
I stood up from my desk, walking around to the front to regard the man who suddenly found it difficult to look at me. “Here’s a warning, Mr. Lee. If you fail to adhere to my standards, then I won’t hesitate to ask the company to find you a new manager, understand?”
Minho scoffed, snatching his sunglasses away before nodding his head. “Fine.”
Satisfied, I reached behind me for the manila folder I prepared for his arrival. “Now, let’s review your schedule.”
Of course, that was two years ago and despite the whirlwind of mischievousness that encapsulated Minho, including several scandals, an endless barrage of paparazzi, and several intense arguments with upper management, I wouldn’t trade our relationship for anything else in the world. You see, I never counted on falling in love with an idol singer, but he managed to charm his way into my good graces with an irresistible smile and warm personality masked beneath his arrogant facade of indifference. He always brought a smile to my face, even in the midst of an intense orgasm bent over my desk as his cock hit deep inside.
He fingers wrapped around my wrist, dragging my watch into his line of vision. “Two minutes, Y/N.”
I groaned in complaint, wondering how someone who graduated college with a flawless 4.0 GPA continuously broke company rules on a daily basis.
The following morning, I found myself crushed between several executives for an undisclosed company meeting. “Everyone!” Mr. Park announced. “I have exciting news for this year’s Christmas theme.”
A chorus of groans greeted his words. “Sir, I thought we were leaving the decision for the talent?” another agent spoke up.
“Yes, but I think this will work better for our core demographics,” Mr. Park said. “Y/N!”
I sat up straighter, attempting to look more alert than I felt inside. Unfortunately, Minho had kept me up all night in the small recording studio he built in our shared condo, asking me for continuous feedback on his latest project. “Sir?”
“Mr. Lee gave us a very interesting demo last week for a recent project.”
“Oh?”
“I’d like to make it a collaboration effort with our talent,” Mr. Park said and my heart seized in my chest because I knew firsthand just how much Minho despised working with other people. “3racha have landed their first platinum album. We need to capitalize on their success!”
“You want a collaboration between 3racha and Minho?” I asked, swallowing hard at the idea of telling my husband.
“Exactly,” Mr. Park said with a smile. “For the music video, I was thinking we could also invite Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Felix to choreograph something for the project.”
“How...exciting?” I offered, cringing at my tone. Thankfully, Mr. Park was already addressing 3racha’s manager while I stared at my empty coffee mug and wondering if I would need more caffeine to survive.
Afterwards, Mr. Park adjourned our meeting and I returned to my office to find Minho waiting for me perched on the edge of my desk. “Sweetheart,” he greeted me, pulling me in by my waist to press a welcoming kiss to my pout. “You seem worried?”
I leaned back enough to meet his gaze. “You better promise me that you won’t get upset and scream.”
Minho rolled his eyes. “When have I ever done that?”
A million scenarios filtered through my mind before I decided to leave those memories in the past. “I just finished a company meeting.”
“Oh yeah?” he nodded, playing with the necklace resting against my collarbone. “What happened?”
I took a deep breath, searching for the right words. “Mr. Park had an... interesting suggestion.”
Minho glanced up and narrowed his eyes. “This doesn’t sound good.”
“He wants a collaboration,” I said, deciding to go for the killing blow before I could lose any more of my fading confidence. “The new demo you played for the company. He wants you to work with 3racha.”
Minho was quiet for a moment before he chuckled. “Really? Well, I don’t think so, sweetheart. You know how I feel about those things.”
I released an unsteady exhale. “It might be an opportunity?”
He shook his head. “You just march your cute little ass back into Park’s office and tell him I’m not interested.”
I groaned, pulling out of Minho’s arms to walk around my desk. “I have no power to tell Mr. Park anything.”
“Why not? You’re my manager!”
“Yeah, but he’s the head producer and owner,” I remarked, offering him an unimpressed look as I sat down to unlock my computer. “Besides, I think it’s a cool idea for the fans.”
Minho frowned. “Fuck, if I’m collaborating with anyone, then it’s gonna be Sam Smith or Post Malone.”
“As likely as that sounds,” I started with a dramatic sigh, “I think you should start small and work your way to the top.”
“But 3racha?” Minho grimaced. “Those fucking guys think they’re the absolute shit around here.”
“That sounds familiar.”
“Not funny,” Minho grumbled. “It’s my demo. I should be able to choose who I work with.”
“I think you’ve forgotten the fine print in your contract,” I said, reaching across the desk to offer his hand a gentle squeeze. “Please don’t make a big deal out of this. Can’t you make an exception...for me?”
Minho sighed, and I offered my absolute best pout in return.
“You’re lucky that I love you.”
Later that afternoon, I was surprised to meet Mr. Kim in the elevator on my way to the lobby. It was heavily rumored around the office that 3racha’s manager was notorious for locking himself away in the studio with his favorite clients. “Y/N,” he greeted me. “Are you busy?”
“Not really,” I said, holding up a folder. “I was bringing some files to Mr. Park.”
“Leave them with his secretary,” Mr. Kim insisted. “I thought it might be a good idea for you to meet my clients since we’ll be working together.”
“Minho is busy with an interview right now.”
“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr Kim said. “Maybe it’s better if you talk to them first?”
I considered his offer, noting the disheveled appearance of his suit. “How long have you been trying to find me?”
“Does right now work for you?” he continued, pointedly ignoring my question.
“If you must insist,” I grumbled. “But they’ll have to meet at some point.”
“Yes, but I think we can delay the inevitable,” Mr. Kim said with a pointed look which I knew was directed at my husband.
“Fine.”
My easy agreement was met with a satisfied smirk to which I resisted the urge to remind Mr. Kim that I was only meeting his clients to make things easier for everyone involved in the collaboration. Of course, I had no room to talk down to my superiors and Mr. Kim’s credentials were practically golden compared to the minimal mark I had left on the company and its prolific talent. Instead, I let out a shaky exhale, wondering if it was too late to reconsider the fight I endured on a regular basis to keep my position with the company.
“Here we are,” Mr. Kim grinned. The elevator stopped on the top floor with a resounding alarm. “I think you’ll find my clients to be satisfactory.”
“In comparison to Minho, you mean?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as Mr. Kim urged me to follow him down a narrow hallway. I vaguely recognized our destination, but I usually never lingered around the studios.
“Did I say that?”
“It was implied,” I sighed, crossing my arms.
“Well, that wasn’t my intention, Y/N. You, of course, understand that nothing between us is personal?”
“We’re colleagues, Mr. Kim,” I replied. “That defines our relationship.”
“In that case...” he trailed off, pausing outside one of the doors. “I’m excited to work together.”
I rolled my eyes when he turned his back, but held my tongue as he reached for my hand to drag me inside the room. Immediately, my eyes were drawn to the plethora of monitors and screens dragging the walls of the entertainment studio. It reminded me of my early time as an intern during college, overwhelmed by the inner workings of the record company I was privileged to support, learning everything about the business. There was also a time, however briefly, when I first entered my current company as nothing more than an executive assistant for Mr. Kim who enjoyed reminding me of the fact, especially when his clients continued to eclipse mine in popularity. And that included the three men who offered us polite smiles when we interrupted their session.
“Y/N,” Mr. Kim said, dragging me further into the room. “I thought it might be nice to formally offer introductions. I’d like you to meet Bang Chan, Han Jisung, and Seo Changbin.”
“I’m very excited,” I said, taking on a professional tone as I extended my hand to Chan. “My client is looking forward to your future collaboration.”
Chan accepted my outstretched hand, curling his fingers around mine. “Likewise.”
I withdrew my hand slowly, offering Jisung and Changbin a courteous nod. “Mr. Kim insisted that we meet today.”
“Yes,” Chan nodded. “But your client is noticeably absent.”
I swallowed hard as I met his gaze. “Minho is busy with an interview.”
“I see,” Chan remarked, taking a step back. “Well, 3racha is working until this evening. Perhaps Minho could join us here after his meeting.”
I turned around to look at Mr. Kim who only shrugged in response as if it hadn’t been his idea to keep Minho as far away as possible until necessary. I rolled my shoulders, schooling my expression as I gave Chan an airy laugh. “That only makes sense, doesn’t it? Let me send him a message.”
“In the meantime,” Changbin sighed from behind us. “We can continue with the recording.”
“Keep us updated, Y/N,” Chan said, returning to his work while I started on drafting a message for Minho.
To Minho: Tell me when your interview ends
“Y/N,” Mr. Kim cleared his throat. “I hope Minho’s schedule is cleared for tomorrow?
I raised one eyebrow in question. “Tomorrow?”
“We’d like to start the first recording session,” Chan replied. “Mr. Park played us some of Minho’s demo and we have some ideas for the track.”
“Oh,” I responded, completely out of my element when it came to the actual creation of music despite the many nights I spent with Minho in our home studio. “I’m sure we can make it work.”
“Perfect,” Mr. Kim declared, pulling out his cellphone with a grin. “I’ll make the arrangements on my end.”
Mr. Kim stepped out into the hallway, leaving me alone with his clients who were all watching me with barely concealed curiosity. “You know,” Chan started, “I’ve listened to Minho’s albums. He doesn’t seem like the type of person to write love songs.”
“He likes to experiment,” I said, blushing when I recalled the way he had intimately explained the meaning behind his new demo, but there was no way I was telling anyone that the song was about me.
“Is he...open to criticism?” Jisung asked hesitantly.
“Why? Is there something wrong with the demo?”
“Of course not!” Jisung immediately corrected. “I just thought I’d ask because we have some cool suggestions to improve the overall quality. But I don’t know if Minho would listen.”
It was highly unlikely. “I’m sure he’s open for improvement,” I lied, wincing when I felt my phone vibrate from inside my pocket.
Minho: Call me.
“One second, gentlemen,” I said, cringing at my tone before escaping into the hallway. I held up my cell phone reluctantly, tapping on Minho’s contact name to place the call. He answered almost immediately. “Minho?”
“Sweetheart,” came his voice from the other end. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Yeah,” I said with a heavy exhale. “I’m with 3racha.”
He was silent on the other end for an uncomfortable duration. “Why?”
“Mr. Kim caught me on the way to Mr. Park’s office,” I said. “He insisted we meet.”
“Really? Are you having fun?”
I inwardly groaned at Minho’s tone, recognizing it as the same one he reserved when he was feeling particularly annoyed. “They want to meet you too.”
I was met with another long silence and then- “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
I paced outside the studio entrance, wondering if Minho had suddenly had a change of heart in the brief amount of time he had been notified of the collaboration project. After all, everything would be a lot easier if my husband wasn’t so stubborn, a perfectionist in every sense of the word who had trouble delegating work to other people, especially when he didn’t trust them. But for this to be successful, Minho would need to respect 3racha as capable artists who knew what they were doing when it came to creating hit singles.
“This feels more like an intervention,” Minho suddenly announced, trudging down the hallway and pulling me out of my foreboding thoughts.
“Then don’t give me a reason to be nervous,” I said, accepting his brief kiss before reaching out for the door handle. “Promise me you’ll behave?”
“I’ll try,” Minho grumbled, and that was the only confirmation I received before letting the literal beast into the jungle..
Chan was the first to realize Minho’s arrival, standing up from the couch to greet Minho with a professional smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Minho glared at Chan’s outstretched hand. “I’m not thrilled about this collaboration.”
I shook my head, resisting the urge to grab Minho’s hand and force him to feign politeness for once in his life. “Oh,” Chan said, retracting his arm. “I just thought we should get along since we’re working together.”
“A temporary arrangement,” Minho said, clicking his tongue as he turned around to look at me. “Y/N can handle the PR stuff.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” I quipped, trying to lighten the air even though Minho had more or less successfully generated enough tension to last a lifetime.
“Mr. Lee, my clients were hoping to schedule a session tomorrow,” Mr. Kim said. “We’d like to start on the collaboration as soon as possible.”
“Sure,” Minho said, jaw clenching to betray that he wasn’t entirely happy. “I’d like to work quickly.”
A long, insufferable silence ensued while Minho took his time studying the three artists he was expected to share his newest creation. Finally, Mr. Kim interrupted the never-ending staring contest, flashing a forced smile. “Bring the demo with you, Mr. Lee, and anything else you’ve been working on.”
Minho nodded. “I’ve already finished most of the song.” I took a deep breath, waiting until Minho turned around to look at me. “I have something to do, so I’ll see you at home.”
I bowed my head, holding my tongue until the sound of the door closing broke whatever spell Minho had cast over our sullen group. “Pleasant isn’t he?” Changbin snorted.
“He’s just busy,” I tried to excuse, but the sentiment fell short and I suddenly had the desire to run down the hall with my arms flailing above my head.
I guess we can consider day one a complete and total failure.
Despite the awkward tension of Minho’s first meeting with 3racha, I was determined that the remainder of the collaboration would endure no further obstacles. Accordingly, I woke up early the next morning with every intention of playing the part of the mediator, which meant doing everything possible to improve Minho’s mood. For example, my husband was notorious for being intimidating at work, but he was nothing short of soft at home and I took advantage of his early-morning clinginess by surprising him with breakfast in bed and open arms without worrying about rushing through our usual routine.
“You want something,” Minho said, one arm pulling me close to his chest while his other hand made busy work of his breakfast.
“What makes you say that?” I asked.
“In general? Maybe it’s the fact that we’re already twenty minutes behind schedule and you aren’t losing your shit.”
I opened one eye, watching him as he swallowed down the remainder of his orange juice. “I’m comfortable.”
“Really?” Minho snickered, looking down with a knowing glance. “Sweetheart, you’re usually pushing me out the door right about now.”
“Well, things have been hectic at the company, so I thought it might be nice to treat ourselves.”
“I assume you’re talking about my required collaboration with the three idiots,” Minho said.
“I’m concerned,” I continued. “Minho, you hate working with the other artists, but this isn’t something we can just walk away from.”
“I understand,” Minho sighed. “I don’t want you to worry about me or the collaboration. I promise to be a good boy.”
I rolled my eyes at his tone. “That’s a great way to instill confidence.”
“They’re irritating,” Minho continued. “My inbox is full of messages and I hate email.”
“Welcome to the 21st century.”
“Are you sure Mr. Park wanted this?”
“Minho,” I said, slowly pulling myself out of his arms. “Stop thinking about the project like it’s some sort of punishment. Consider it an opportunity instead.”
“Please feel free to elaborate.”
“3racha are incredibly famous and they have a considerable fanbase,” I said. “When those fans hear your voice on the record, they might start paying more attention to your music.”
Minho exhaled, chest falling beneath my hands. “I see your point, but I don’t like it.”
“Nobody said you had to like it,” I reminded him. “Be nice to them.”
“What are you asking me to do?” my husband groaned, rolling over onto his stomach.
I quickly straddled his waist, working my fingers into the tense muscles of his shoulders. “I know you don’t like the collaboration, but it won’t last forever and then you can go back to working on your solo projects.”
“I guess, but only if you come to all the recording sessions.”
I grinned triumphantly, even if it was only one victory in a long history of tedious arguments with my stubborn husband.
Mr. Kim was a very impatient man, and I was only somewhat surprised to see him standing by the main entrance when we finally arrived at the company. “Minho, you needed to be in the recording studio...” he trailed off, glancing at his wristwatch with a frown. “Ten minutes ago.”
My husband scoffed. “I don’t work on your time, Mr. Kim.”
“We had a late start,” I intervened. “I’ll make sure he gets there soon, Mr. Kim.”
The older man grunted, clearly displeased with Minho’s behavior. Thankfully, Minho had the decency to wait until he was well out of hearing range before further disparaging Mr. Kim’s character. “Sweetheart, I’m doing this for you,” Minho said, glaring over my shoulder at Mr. Kim’s retreating form. “But I don’t appreciate being told what to do.”
“That’s how he is,” I said. “I used to work for him as an assistant. He was always keeping everyone busy. Time wasted is money lost.”
Minho snickered at my poor imitation of Mr. Kim’s accent. “I’d kick his skinny ass if I was any less patient.”
I resisted the urge to laugh at Minho’s “restraint” because my husband was notorious for acting without consideration for the consequences. “Don’t be late for your first recording session.”
Minho pouted, looking down at me with wide, brown eyes. “You aren’t coming?”
“I’ll be there soon,” I promised him with a quick kiss. “I have something to do first.”
Minho was hesitant to leave me behind, but I offered him another encouraging kiss before retreating in the opposite direction to my office. It seemed that I would need reinforcements for this particular occasion, and I knew there were only two men who I could force to help me. As such, I found Jeongin and Seungmin loitering around their desks, passing back and forth what appeared to be a paper airplane. “I wasn’t aware I made any prior aviation requests.”
Jeongin let out a small whine, quickly disposing of the distraction in the bin next to his desk. “Sorry, Mrs. Lee.”
“Look, I’m actually in a hurry today and there’s too much going on for me to handle your hijinks,” I said, beckoning the interns to follow me into my office. “I have an important assignment for you.”
“Of course!” Seungmin agreed, walking ahead to grab the door. “Whatever you need, Mrs. Lee.”
“It’s about Minho.”
“Lee Minho?”
I turned around to glare at Jeongin. “Who else? Or did I receive notice of another client with the same name?”
Jeongin shook his head furiously. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Lee. It’s just...”
“Minho has a history with interns,” Seungmin finished. “And maybe people in general.”
I laughed at their suggestions. “You’ll be with me the entire time, alright?”
They both visibly relaxed. “So we don’t have to help him?”
“Not directly,” I affirmed, moving around my desk. “Sit down, boys.” They both complied quickly, looking up at me with wide and innocent eyes that reminded me of my days in university. “Minho and 3racha have a recording session scheduled for this afternoon.”
Jeongin squealed from his chair. “The 3racha! I love their music! Oh, do you think it’d be too much to ask for an autograph?”
Upon seeing my glare, Jeongin quickly apologized. “Would it be too much to resist that urge, Mr. Yang?”
The younger boy sighed. “Sorry, Mrs. Lee.”
“Anyway,” I continued, ignoring their antics. “I have your assignments.”
Seungmin leaned forward expectantly. “Whatever you need, Mrs. Lee!”
“Your job,” I said, glancing back and forth between Jeongin and Seungmin, “is to make sure that Minho doesn’t piss off 3racha.”
“How?” Jeongin asked with sad eyes that almost forced me to change my mind on the spot.
“Just make sure you’re at their recording sessions with me,” I said. “Intervene whenever it seems like they might argue.”
“Intervene?”
I sighed impatiently. “I don’t know, improvise or something, but nothing bad needs to happen or Mr. Park will chew my ass out for disrupting a perfectly good collaboration opportunity.”
Seungmin and Jeongin looked at each other before sighing in defeat. “Does this mean we’ll be getting a raise?”
Here’s the thing about my job: despite Minho’s insistence, he was not the only client I represented. For example, I was also currently working on the debut of a new boy group who were incredibly talented and highly charismatic. They were also obedient and respectful, doing whatever they could to make my job easier even though I never asked them to sacrifice their free-time to practice their dancing and singing. When I worked with their leader, I couldn’t help but think that my job was considerably easier in comparison to the extra effort sometimes required to fix Minho’s mistakes, like the time he showed up an hour late for an interview because I forgot to set the alarm in our bedroom. Nonetheless, it always seemed like I was doing something extra to remedy Minho’s abrasive nature, which explains why I was prepared to sacrifice two of the company’s interns for the betterment of the future.
“Are you ready?” I asked the younger boys, lingering by the doorway to the studio.
Seungmin managed a nod while Jeongin murmured something that I decided to interpret as his approval. I knocked on the door expectantly, slightly relieved when Minho greeted me on the other side. “There you are,” he said. “We couldn’t possibly start without you.”
I rolled my eyes, but followed him inside with my interns hot on my heels. Minho retired to the couch, hunched over his laptop as he worked with a frown. Meanwhile, Chan, Jisung, and Changbin were busy adjusting the sound equipment while Mr. Kim watched his clients with eager eyes.
“Stay here,” I said to my nervous interns before joining Minho on the couch. “Do you actually plan to help them?”
“Believe it or not, Y/N,” Minho said. “I’m not actually procrastinating...just putting the finishing touches on the initial demo.”
He lifted one of the earbuds, offering it to me with a grin. “Are you trying to ask me something?”
Minho scoffed. “Will you please listen to my finished demo?”
I snatched the earbud from him in response, plugging my right ear and blocking out the lingering noise from the studio. The soft cadence of the piano started to play from the computer, shortly followed by Minho’s familiar breathy vocals that never ceased to amaze me. My husband was gifted with a profoundly gorgeous voice that could reach high notes that even I would struggle to obtain.
“My voice sounds angelic, wouldn’t you agree?” Minho asked.
“I see your ego has somehow managed to grow overnight.”
Minho chuckled, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to my lips. “Don’t worry, I don't intend to sabotage the collaboration...I worked too hard on this demo.”
“I guess we can start then,” I said, stretching my arms high above my head as I waited for Minho to eject his flash drive. From the corner of my eye, I spotted Jisung approaching the two of us with a hesitant smile. “Good morning, Jisung,” I said, nudging Minho when he continued to remain silent.
“Let’s get this over with,” he said, holding up the flashdrive. “I prepared most of the song.”
“Really?” Jisung questioned, accepting the device from Minho. “I’d like to listen.”
Jisung returned to the sound booth and Chan accepted the flash drive with a brief glance over his shoulder at Minho. My husband remained silent while Chan opened the corresponding file on the computer and everyone listened with admirable concentration while Minho’s sweet music and tender voice filled the empty studio space.
“It’s good,” Changbin acknowledged at the end, even though his tone was somewhat reluctant.
“Good enough on its own,” Minho muttered and I shot him a warning look. “Fine,” he begrudged. “I have some ideas on the arrangements.”
“Sure,” Chan nodded, leaning back against the sound booth.
“We can split up the parts,” Minho continued. “I’ll handle the chorus.”
“I see,” Chan acknowledged. “I guess that means you want us to take the verses?”
“Logical, isn’t it?” Minho snarked. “I suppose you can add a rap verse or two since that’s your...thing.”
“I could try and sing as well,” Jisung offered. “We could harmonize over the final chorus.”
“You sing?” Minho snorted. “I thought you were a rap group.”
“Does that automatically disqualify us from being singers?” Changbin asked gruffly.
“Of course not!” I interfered, inserting myself effectively between Minho and Changbin. “I’ve heard some of your vocal work and it’s absolutely beautiful.”
Minho grumbled something indecipherable under his breath from behind me, but I ignored him and continued to do my absolute best to ensure the recording session progressed as smoothly as possible. “I hope you don’t mind, but my interns will also be joining us today for their field work.”
“That’s fine with me,” Chan spoke up from his position behind the sound station. “Should we start with finalizing arrangements?”
I ushered Minho forward whose expression revealed his reluctance. However, since he was on his best behavior, Minho started conversing with Chan and the others about arranging the vocals and rap verses for the song. In return, I sat down on the couch with my interns since I wasn’t skilled enough to comprehend their impressive knowledge of song production. I knew Mr. Kim was also quite unfamiliar with their vernacular, but the proud man continued to linger around the artists as if he could possibly offer something beneficial to the professionals.
I scoffed at the idea, turning to look at Seungmin who was busy playing some sort of application on his phone. “Is this your way of doing a good job?”
He jumped at the sound of my voice, closing out of his game before shoving his phone back into his pocket. “I’m paying attention!”
From my other side, Jeongin sighed happily. “Han has the best voice.”
I tried not to laugh at Jeongin’s starstruck expression, especially since Han Jisung was a very impressive vocalist, singing Minho’s lyrics like they had come from his own imagination. “He’s quite talented,” I agreed, studying my husband to try and determine if he also shared the same opinion.
But Minho was difficult to read when he was focused on his music. He never spoke during Han’s performance, waiting until the younger boy was finished before addressing him expectantly from the recording booth. Minho sighed, pressing the button to allow him to speak directly to Jisung. “It was alright for a rapper.”
I resisted the urge to bang my head against the wall as Jisung glowered at Minho. “I’m not just a rapper.”
“The tone isn’t right,” Minho carried on as if Jisung hadn’t spoken, “we need tighter vocals.”
“My vocals are fine!” Jisung bristled and I shoved at Jeongin’s arm who immediately jumped into action. The younger intern stood up abruptly, the unexpected action commanding the attention of the entire studio...
“Who wants coffee!”
I sighed at his dramatics, but it was a decent distraction. “Why not?” Chan asked, reclining back in his chair. “It seems like we have a lot of work to do.”
Sadly, truer words had never been spoken.
Graciously, Minho managed to keep his more radical opinions to himself for the remainder of our scheduled recording sessions with 3racha. Of course, my husband always had his ways of insinuating an insult through carefully chosen words. Nonetheless, I think all parties involved knew it would be to everyone’s benefit if we finished recording the new song without arguing about Minho’s dismissive comments.
In any case, Mr. Park was thrilled with the final result, inviting me and Mr. Kim to his office after listening to the finished product. “This is exactly what I envisioned,” he said with a bright smile. “The fans will love this!”
“It was a process, sir,” I admitted, sheepishly offering Mr. Kim what I hoped was a sincere apology.
“I’ve scheduled a shooting day for the music video,” Mr. Park said. “I have the perfect concept for the song!”
“I’m sure it’s brilliant, sir,” Mr. Kim added.
“Lee Felix and Hwang Hyunjin have agreed to choreograph the track,” Mr. Park said. “They have some very interesting ideas for your clients.”
It was only then when I remembered that Minho liked to arrange his own dances, but since we were already this far into the collaboration, he might reluctantly agree once more. “We’ll be there,” I reassured my boss.
Unfortunately, I knew it would be a horrible shooting day when I walked outside with Minho and saw a gray sky and light misting of rain. “This is already a mess,” I said, dragging my still sleepy husband to the car.
“How long will this take?” Minho grumbled.
“If you’re willing to cooperate,” I said, fixing him with a stern glance, “then I’d imagine we can finish by this evening.”
Minho yawned. “I hate music video shoots.”
“You poor thing,” I sighed. “Whenever you finally decide to become a director, then I’m certain you’ll insist on controlling that aspect of music production as well.”
“I feel like you understand my vision, Y/N,” Minho said with an airy laugh. “I’m too tired to argue today.”
I exhaled a sigh of relief, hoping that he was being honest. “Mr. Park invited the company’s best choreographers. Please don’t insist on doing your own performance.”
“As long as they won’t have me doing anything less than artistic,” Minho said. “We should be fine.”
I chose not to take my husband’s words to heart as we drove to the shooting sight together in silence. It had started to steadily rain the longer we drove, and I had a feeling that the sky itself was foreshadowing the impending breakdown threatening to destroy all the progress we made. But I was also an optimist, and Minho was usually the least abrasive when it came to shooting music videos.
I parked my car next to the company’s van, watching a few regular staff members unload equipment from the back. “Y/N, it’s not too late for us to drive to that adorable little breakfast restaurant we like so much,” Minho reminded me.
“Shoot the video and I’ll treat you to a gourmet dinner,” I said, reaching across the console to squeeze my husband’s hand.
He was still reluctant, but I was proud when he reached into the backseat for our umbrella. We stood close together, Minho’s hand firm around my waist. In the distance, I easily found Mr. Kim talking with his clients as they fought to stay dry under one of the company’s tents.
Mr. Kim saw me first, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Y/N, you’ve decided to keep us waiting again.”
“Blame it on the weather,” I said, closing the umbrella as Minho wandered over to talk with one of the directors.
“Oh! You mean the rain pushing us into a delay? I guess I didn’t notice,” Mr. Kim returned, rolling his eyes as he led me further into the crowd of people. I faintly recognized the younger men dressed in gorgeous outfits, recalling their appearance in various music videos from some of the company’s most distinguished artists. “Y/N,” Mr. Kim smiled. “I’d like you to meet Lee Felix and Hwang Hyunjin. They have some excellent suggestions for the music video.”
“The honor is mine,” I said, bowing respectfully to Felix and Hyunjin. “Minho is eager to work with you.”
Felix smirked. “You don’t have to lie to us, Mrs. Lee. We know your husband prefers to work alone.”
“Ah,” I murmured. “His reputation precedes him.”
“I hope he can appreciate our efforts,” Hyunjin added. “Felix and I have been working on some new choreography for the track.”
“He’s being compliant today,” I said. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate everything you’ve done.”
“There isn’t much of a choice,” Mr. Kim said, startling when the director attempted to speak over the white-noise of the tent’s occupants.
“Attention! We’re starting inside the school for the first scene.”
I met Minho’s eyes over the crowd of moving staff, nodding for him to obey the director’s command. “What’s the concept, Mr. Kim?”
“Friends-to-lovers?” Mr. Kim shrugged. “Your pretty husband is the main character, which I’m sure will please him greatly.”
“It’s a high school setting?”
“Yes, and he has a crush on a school girl,” Mr. Kim said. “You should know this very well, Mrs. Lee, didn’t he seduce you in the same way?”
I ignored his jab. “And 3racha?”
“Protective friends, I guess,” Mr. Kim said. “The director assured me that it wouldn’t take long to film.”
“I hope not,” I said. “The less Minho has to be here, the better.”
“Cut!” the director growled. “Mr. Lee, this is not the same choreography that we discussed with Felix and Hyunjin.”
“I tried to improvise,” my husband defended himself.
There were less than two scenes left to film and I was very close to dragging Minho away from the film shooting and knocking some sense into him. “Follow the script we discussed,” the director said. “Let’s take five.”
Chan glared at Minho as he snatched a bottle of water from the snack table. “Is it too much to ask you to cooperate, Minho?”
My husband ignored Chan, pausing in front of me to bring his forehead against mine. “I’m tired.”
I shot Chan an apologetic smile as I smoothed my hands through Minho’s hair. “I’m sorry.”
He pulled back to look at Chan who was engrossed in conversation with Jisung and Changbin. “He’s impossible to work with.”
“What’s wrong now?” I sighed, feeling another impending headache courtesy of Minho’s behavior.
“I hate Bang Chan,” Minho said. “He keeps looking at your ass.”
“Who cares?” I nearly shouted, attracting the attention of a few camera workers. “Minho, the shooting is almost over. Please, for the sake of my mental sanity, can you try to listen to the director?”
Minho’s eyes betrayed his exhaustion. “I want greasy food for dinner and a cheesy movie when I get home.”
I laughed, amused by Minho’s behavior. “Whatever you want.”
“Minho!” the director yelled. “We need you back on set.”
Minho closed his eyes and sighed. “He’s lucky I’m a professional.”
I was lingering by the snack table, picking my way through the bowl of skittles because I only liked the red kind, when I heard the unexpected sound of yelling from somewhere inside the school. My husband’s voice was easy to detect about the noise, and I stuffed a handful of candies into my mouth before deciding to investigate. As much as I’d like to imagine that the yelling was a part of the music video, common sense told me that my husband had likely gotten into another confrontation with the director.
However, the last thing I expected to see was Minho marching through the open doors of the school with Chan following him with clear annoyance. “I’m telling you it’s not good enough,” Chan said, frowning when Minho stopped by my side.
“I don’t want to film it again,” Minho said. “Besides, your reaction was genuine. The best ‘acting’ you’ve done all day.”
“What’s going on?” I demanded.
“Nothing,” Minho said, glaring at Chan as he reached for my hand. “The collaboration required a song and we have a finished copy and a music video. I’ve done my part, so if you’ll kindly excuse my wife and I...”
Chan shook his head. “Do whatever you want, Minho. I don’t care anymore.... But the sad part in all of this is how much I was sincerely excited to work with you, despite your reputation.”
Minho seemed at a loss for words, glancing back and forth between me and Chan. “I can’t share your sentiment, Chan,” he finally said. “I think it’s best if we make this a one time thing.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Chan agreed with a disappointed sigh.
I could only helplessly stand aside as the two bickered, wondering if it was too late to formally retire.
Sunday was the only day of the week where I could actually enjoy myself without having to worry about the company or the never-ending demands of my clients, with the exception of my husband. “Y/N,” Minho slurred from next to me in our bed.
I made a vague noise of recognition, pulling the blankets closer to my chin because it was too cold in the apartment. “What?”
“Your phone is vibrating,” Minho said, and I managed to crane my head back just enough to realize that he was right.
I reached out my hand to feel for the stupid thing on the nightstand, pulling it close enough to read the message displayed across the screen:
From Mr. Kim: Mr. Park planned some sort of elaborate interview/performance for the new collaboration. Make sure Minho is at the company tomorrow by noon.
“Who is it?” Minho asked, using one arm to drag me closer to his welcoming heat.
“Mr. Kim,” I murmured in return.
“Why?” Minho growled.
“Apparently, you have an interview with 3racha tomorrow. Mr. Park wants a live performance for the debut of the collaboration.”
“I thought I was done with them,” Minho said with a tone that suggested he was anything but pleased with the news.
“It’s just one performance,” I argued. “And you promised me that you would finish all your responsibilities.”
“You keep adding more things,” Minho gruffed.
I smirked, rolling onto my side to face my husband. “I think it’s a great idea to let the fans hear it live on the same day it starts streaming.”
“Can’t they just play the recording of my parts?”
“It won’t be the same,” I said, leaning in closer to brush my lips across the seam of his pout. “I’ll be the loudest fan screaming your name from the back.”
He chuckled, allowing one hand to pull me in closer. “Aren’t you always my biggest fan?”
“Lee Know, will you sign my albums?”
“You’re a good negotiator, sweetheart,” he said, diving in for a passionate kiss that reminded me of when we first started dating and Minho was always eager to shower me with affection.
“Minho,” I gasped, barely restraining a moan when he suddenly moved between my thighs.
“I’m sorry I’ve made things difficult,” he said, pressing sweet kisses to the skin around my calves. Tender moments like this reminded me of the person I fell in love with, slowly learning that there was more to Minho than his arrogant stage persona.
“Please,” I whispered, helping him remove my sweatpants before weaving my fingers through his hair.
“Anything for you,” Minho said, breath hot against my sensitive skin. He stuck out his tongue, tasting the heat between my legs with languid strokes that promised the best wake-up call to start the day. Not that Minho and I did anything substantial on Sundays since we preferred to watch movies and indulge in the glorious high of junk food.
More often than not, we always ended up in this position with my husband doing his best to please me. And I had no room to complain because Minho was awfully talented with his tongue, and he had me writhing against the mattress like a complete mess. “You’re too good at this,” I complained halfheartedly.
His nails dug into my hips, holding me in place while he continued to drive me over the edge. “Are you going to cum for me?”
I always broke at his husky tone, lying spent in my post-orgasmic haze as Minho feathered light kisses across my legs. In moments like this, it was impossible to think about the negative aspects of working for the company, or the drama of the collaboration. Besides, it was only one more day and Minho never broke his promises.
I found a strange, but calming quality to pacing back and forth when I came across a problem that was incredibly difficult to solve. For example, arriving at the office early to prepare last minute forms while fully expecting my husband to show up to his scheduled interview and performance without my intervention. Yet, despite my expectations, I was currently backstage with Mr. Kim and his clients while we listened to a crowd of eager fans waiting to hear the new collaboration. Unfortunately, my husband was nowhere to be seen, and that meant our schedule was in jeopardy.
“Where’s Minho?” Mr. Kim nearly screeched, raking his hands through his balding hair while remaining heavily engrossed in his phone screen.
The performance was supposed to start ten minutes ago and the fans were clearly confused. A distinct murmuring of intermingled voices echoing throughout the soundless concert hall. “Y/N?”
I turned around, using every last ounce of strength I could muster to meet Chan’s gaze. “I don’t know where he is.”
“Is that so?” Chan asked, and the anger in his eyes was enough to nearly give me a premature heart attack.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, desperately ringing Minho’s number once again only to be met by the familiar greeting of his voicemail inbox.
“I knew that bastard would ruin this,” Changbin said. “He was determined from the start to see this fail.”
“It was one performance,” Jisung bemoaned, and I could only feel absolutely miserable listening to their shared complaints. But, in the words of my formidable boss, the show must go on and I couldn’t bear to disappoint the eager fans waiting to hear the song they loved.
Speaking of which, I reached out a hand to support myself against the wall when I saw Mr. Park walk backstage with his assistants. Our eyes met from across the room. “Mr. Park,” I managed, but my throat was suddenly dry despite the three empty bottles of water I had consumed.
“Y/N,” Mr. Park sighed, eliminating the distance between us. “Tell them to have 3racha perform without Minho. Our phone conversation today has certainly changed my mind about the viability of his collaboration.”
“You talked to him?” I growled, feeling nothing short of betrayed since my husband had repeatedly ignored my phone calls.
“We’ve reached an impasse,” Mr. Park explained solemnly. “Please tell Mr. Kim about the change.”
“But sir!” I tried to protest because I was extremely confused and had no idea what we needed to tell the fans.
However, Mr. Park was already focused on a new task and instead of delaying the inevitable, I found Mr. Kim talking urgently to a stage hand next to the curtain. “Introduce 3racha,” I said. “Tell them that Minho had an unexpected emergency.”
Mr. Kim, if it was even possible, grew even redder to the point where I hesitated to call for help backstage. “This is an outrage!” he finally growled, crowding me against the wall. “If this goes wrong, then I hope you know that it’s entirely your husband’s fault and his mistakes reflect poorly on your performance.
I bowed my head, because I knew that part of the blame rested on my shoulders as Minho’s manager, especially in regard to the mysterious phone call he shared with Mr. Park. In the meantime, I could hear the crowd cheer for the arrival of 3racha who performed to the best of their ability without my husband. Still, it broke my heart to know that he had somehow been excused from the performance after promising to complete the remainder of his responsibilities.
But I still wanted to give Minho the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps something happened when I left for the company and he was forced to call Mr. Park? Still, my optimism didn’t stop my hands from shaking from my grip around the steering wheel, pulling into my usual parking spot with a heavy sigh. Before our marriage, there were plenty of times when Minho tested my patience. For example, on multiple occasions I had come very close to handing in my request to have him transferred to someone else because he was sometimes impossible to handle. However, each time I would threaten to leave, Minho always convinced me to stay, turning his entire attitude around and doing his best to make up for his mistakes. He was usually successful, but today’s mishap forced me to question whether or not he was capable of recovering from this unexpected slight. And it wouldn’t just jeopardize my relationship with him as his manager, but also the close intimacy I shared with him as his wife.
I paused at the door to our apartment, trying to listen for any sound of movement from inside. “He’ll have a good excuse,” I attempted to justify, unlocking the door before dragging my feet into the entryway. “Minho?” I called out, greeting nothing but silence before I walked downstairs to his studio where Minho often liked to escape when he wanted to be alone.
I was surprised to see him inside, working on his computer as if today was just another ordinary session. “Minho,” I snapped, opening the door without bothering to knock. “We need to talk.”
Minho sighed, glancing away from his computer screen. “I know Mr. Park cancelled my performance.”
“Yeah? And you don’t think that there’s something wrong!”
“Y/N, don’t worry about the interview,” he replied. “Park called me earlier and told me he would take care of everything.”
I slowly exhaled. “I know he called you, but I don’t understand why it happened.”
“He said it wouldn’t be the last time I was involved with marketing,” Minho continued. “I told him I was under the impression that today would be the last performance. We argued for a while and he told me that I shouldn’t bother showing up today if I wasn’t committed to the project.”
I blinked twice, trying to process his words. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, barely restraining the anger. “I called you several times before Mr. Park showed up backstage.”
“I knew you’d be disappointed,” Minho said with a vulnerable tone I could hardly tolerate. “It’s not a big deal. Park knows about everything, and tomorrow we can forget about the collaboration.”
He looked at me like he was expecting me to just agree with him, but I was beyond words. Instead, I turned my back to him and retreated upstairs to our bedroom. I had fought with my husband before, but this was an entirely new level of anger and frustration.
I could hear Minho following me, but I refused to acknowledge his attempts to gain my attention. “You’re an asshole sometimes,” I growled, storming around the bedroom to find a spare set of sheets in the closet. “Let me know when you’re done being the world’s biggest jerk.”
“What are you doing?” Minho asked, blocking my path to the doorway. “We’re not done talking about this if you’re upset.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m done and you don’t always get your way,” I snapped, pushing past my husband into the living room.
“Y/N,” Minho said, reaching for my arm despite my attempts to ignore him. “I’m sorry.”
“No you aren’t,” I said, spinning around on my heel to confront him. “If you were sorry, then you’d try to make things right, but your ego has grown to such a monumental size that you can’t even accept the added weight of another mistake.”
“What are you saying?”
“You can’t make this right,” I said, tears obscuring the vision of my husband. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Sweetheart,” he said, expression transforming completely when he realized I was truly on the verge of a breakdown. “You know I’m not mad at you! Park knows everything, he was the one who told me not to show up!”
“It doesn’t matter,” I cried. “I asked you to do something that’s surprisingly simple for most people. Not because I wanted to punish you, but because I saw an opportunity to help Lee Know! But after the stunt you pulled today, I don’t think I’d bother helping you anymore.”
The single tear that fell from Minho’s eye would have normally been enough for me to recognize his guilt, but I wasn’t in the mood to fall back into the tedious cycle of forgiving him only to deal with another mishap in the future. “Y/N,” he said softly. “Please don’t leave me.”
I shook my head. “I need some time to think about things.”
“What do you mean?” he asked with a desperate tone. “We should talk about this, I can make it better!”
“Just let me sleep,” I begged him and he broke even more, releasing my hand with an uncharacteristic whine.
I tossed my blanket onto the couch, attempting to find a comfortable position on the leather. It was a far cry from the mattress in our bedroom, but I desperately needed space away from Minho. For now, I didn’t want to deal with the reality of our situation, which is why I was more than willing to drown myself in the familiar darkness of sleep.
The smell of bacon was surprisingly overwhelming when I woke up the next morning with lower back pain. I groaned, attempting to sit up despite the near constant throbbing. Apparently, leather sofas were built for style instead of comfort.
I opened my eyes slowly, feeling my heart jump inside my chest when I saw Minho holding a plate in my direction. “Y/N, are you okay?”
I swiped a hand across my face, remembering my argument with Minho from the previous evening. “I’m fine.”
“You should eat,” he insisted so I accepted the plate from him, shaking my head when I realized the toast was burnt, but Minho had never been a great cook. “I want to talk about last night,” Minho said. “Because you’re obviously hurt and that’s the last thing I wanted.”
“What did you expect?” I asked. “You weren’t there for the performance, you ignored my calls, and then my boss tells me that one of his artists decided he was done promoting his new single?”
Minho winced at my tone. “It’s all my fault because I decided to take everything personally. He forced me to do the collaboration when I didn’t want to participate, and it felt like he was taunting me...like I had no control over my music and he could do whatever he wanted.”
“He can, Minho,” I said. “You signed a contract with the company.”
“I know,” he sighed. “I keep forgetting that part, and it’s really stupid how much I let it affect me, but I hate it when things are out of my control.”
“But that’s no reason to take it on the people who were only trying to do their job,” I snapped. “Or refuse to tell your own wife!”
“I understand,” Minho nodded. “I was too caught up in my problems to realize that everyone was suffering because of my decisions.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked, holding my breath because I was dreading his answer.
“I’ll apologize to them,” Minho said, hanging his head in shame. “I need you to know that I’m sorry for everything.”
My heart broke at the sorrowful expression he wore, completely uncharacteristic of my husband...as was his decision to apologize since I halfway expected Minho to threaten his leave from the company. However, I also sometimes forgot that Minho was more than the way he acted around other people, and his sincerity was perfectly evident for me to recognize. “I know you are, but sometimes you do things without thinking about the consequences.”
“I’m aware,” he chuckled. “And I usually don’t really care, but that’s selfish...especially when it hurts you.”
“It is selfish,” I agreed. “How do I know you won’t do this again in the future?”
“Because I’ll remind myself of this moment,” he said. “I’ll remember what happened last night and do whatever I can to prevent it from happening again.”
I was stunned by his determination. “Are you really going to apologize to everyone?”
“I am,” he nodded. “Of course, your forgiveness matters the most.”
I took a deep breath, processing his words and the steady way he continued to hold my gaze. “You know I forgive you.”
“Thank you,” he said quietly, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against my lips. “I need you more than anything else in the world.”
My heart warmed at his declaration. “I wonder what everyone at the company would think if they saw how cheesy you are.”
“Are you going to tell on me?”
“Not as long as you behave,” I returned, laughing at the way he held me tighter, feeling nothing short of safe and secure in his familiar embrace.
Mr. Kim was surprisingly calm when I requested a meeting between our clients. In fact, I was shocked that he even accommodated my request considering our bad relations. However, I recognized an opening, walking down the hallway next to Minho who was clearly nervous as he hugged the bottle of champagne we brought as an apology gift.
“Good morning, Y/N,” Mr. Kim greeted us upon our arrival, sparing Minho a grimace before inviting us inside the studio.
Chan and Jisung were sitting together on the couch, glancing up only when Minho paused in front of them. Meanwhile, Changbin stood against the wall, watching my husband with narrowed eyes. Minho held tightly to the bottle of champagne in his hands, glancing between the three men who all wore similar expressions of disdain. “I’m sorry for the interview,” he said. “It was really selfish and immature.”
Chan arched one eyebrow, glancing between me and Minho. “Really?”
I quietly offered Minho a small push against his lower back, encouraging him to continue. “I rehearsed this,” Minho chuckled, “but it’s hard to swallow my pride.”
“Take your time,” I whispered to him softly.
“Well, let me start by saying that I was wrong about the whole collaboration thing,” he said. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and you guys did everything to help us succeed.”
Changbin scoffed. “You certainly made it more difficult.”
Jisung nodded furiously in agreement. “I don’t think I’ve ever had this much trouble with promotion.”
“I know,” Minho agreed. “I was just upset because I have this stupid thing with Park and he knows that I have...problems working with other people.”
“That’s an understatement,” Changbin said, glowering at my husband with obvious disapproval.
“Honestly,” Minho said, swallowing hard. “The song is one of my favorites. I wouldn’t mind collaborating again in the future.”
“Well-” Jising broke off, staring at Mino with something akin to shock. “Huh?”
Chan frowned. “You really made us look bad on stage.”
“That wasn’t my intention,” Minho sighed. “I was being an enormous jerk, trying to stick it to the man or something ridiculous and it played out better in my head.”
I reached out a comforting hand, squeezing Minho’s shoulder for support. “I think he knows his decision was wrong.”
Minho nodded. “You might be upset with me and I understand. I’m sorry for everything that happened, and if you decide I don’t deserve to be taken seriously, then I won’t blame you.”
Minho ended his speech with a nervous cough, thrusting out the bottle of champagne in Jisung’s direction who accepted the bottle hesitantly. “Minho,” Chan said, closing his laptop with a sigh. “I know about your history when it comes to working with other artists.”
“It’s not exactly a glowing resume,” Minho admitted.
“No, but that’s the only reason why I know that your apology was sincere,” Chan said. “If you’re really serious, then I think we can move past this.”
Changbin nodded his agreement. “Mr. Park also explained some of the...politics behind the interview fiasco.”
“I guess it’s hard for you,” Chan shrugged. “I’m glad you came here to make things right.”
“And the champagne is nice,” Jisung added quickly to which Minho managed a smile.
“I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you.”
“Well, if you were serious about collaborating again, we can start with line distributions,” Changbin said, leaning in with a smirk. “I want to sing next time.”
Minho laughed, nodding enthusiastically. “I think that’s a great idea.”
“In that case, we have cause for celebration,” Jisung cheered. “Mr. Kim, do we have spare glasses?”
In the meantime, I took a step back to allow the four men space to talk together, distributing several glasses of champagne before laughing at Jisung’s failed attempt not to spill anything on the carpet. It was certainly admirable, and I found myself simply watching Minho from across the room. This was nothing short of substantial progress, and I cherished the moment because it promised very good things for the future.
And at one point, Minho snuck away from his new collaborators to join me at the sound booth. “I love you,” he whispered. “I’m glad you’ve always been at my side.”
I reached out for his hand, watching Chan, Changbin, and Jisung hold up their champagne glasses in our direction. “You know? I’m really excited about your next project.”
Minho grinned, leaning his forehead against mine. “I think I could get used to this...as long as you’ll be there.”
I sighed happily, closing my eyes to remember this moment. “That will never change.”
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MY Kpop Opinions
So, no one ever asked for this but I think it's a good way to end 2018 with expression my ideas and beliefs. Please remember that all of these are my opinions and it's perfectly fine if you don't agree with them. If you really want to, you can leave your ideas or how I'm wrong in the comment section. I don't know if these are popular or unpopular, so I'm not going to put it on.
As we all know, the kpop industry can be very judgemental and harsh. This including, the kpop fanbases that can be even worse when they want to. With this, I really love and appreciate every idol. I understand that to get where they are now is very difficult and all of them work very hard. Even if you don't stan a group, you shouldn't disrespect them for no reason.
So, let's get started, shall we?
1) BTS deserves all of the hype and recognition they are receiving. I know a lot of people that think that it's a lot and we should give others attention, but I don't agree with this. BTS have worked so hard in order to get to where they're at and they have never taken any shortcuts. Yes, new groups are good but people shouldn't bash BTS for their popularity.
2) Pentagon deserves better than what they're getting. I really do think that Shine was a good song and it was one of those songs that were going to allow the group to gain more popularity in the future. Then, everything happened with E'dawn and fans got upset and said they were no longer going to stan the group. DON'T LEAVE THE GROUP. The members are still making music and trying to continue and need support.
3) I really don't think there's anything wrong with preferring one gender over another in kpop. Everyone has their own style and taste in music and there is a difference in males and females music. As long as you aren't being toxic or disrespectful to the other gender, I think it's fine. As long as you're not putting down the other gender just because you prefer one gender.
4) I will never be able to fully love SM like I do other companies. I just feel like they treat their idols like robots and expect them to be perfect. Nothing breaks my heart more than when I see an idol in their care being disrespected or being mistreated. I think that the whole keeping track of an idols weight and percentage of body fat is fucking ridiculous.
5) Stop dismissing older groups or putting them down in comparison to newer groups. All of these older groups paved the way for new idols and groups. I really believe that without them, kpop wouldn't be what it is now. You wouldn't see all of these successful groups without them paving the way and being some of the first in the industry.
6) The over-sexualization of girls in Kpop is repulsive. I think that every culture has their own idea and exposure of girls and that's fine. But in kpop, it's insane. I've seen so many new girl idols being thrown into these outfits that they're completely uncomfortable with and doing dances that they obviously hate. I think that there's a complete difference of confident, for example Hyuna, and uncomfortable. (These outfits aren't bad compared to others, very cute)
7) Fan wars are completely useless. Putting down another group just to make your own group doesn't make any sense to me. It's not even going to make your group look better, it's going to make you look completely rude and disrespectful. And most of the time, the fanbases that are fighting don't realize that their groups probably actually get along and hang out.
(They probably hang out all the time, and I love seeing them together)
8) Mullets look really good on idols. I feel like a lot of idols have gotten mullets and I loved it. Taehyung had a mullet, Jaebum had a mullet, Kai had a mullet, Baekhyun had a mullet, Minghao had a mullet and I LOVED it. Some people hated the mullet trend but honestly, it's a 10/10 from me.
9) I really miss Jeonghan's long hair. I know he said that he prefers shorter hair because it's easier to keep healthy and neat, but he looked so good with longer hair. I don't even know what to say, but I really miss his long hair.
10) So I feel like this one is discussed a lot and can offend people, so just let me explain. Momoland. I really do think the members mean well and I'm sure that they are lovely girls, they seem like it. And the point that I'm going to bring up isn't even their fault. Baam and Bboom Bboom sound kinda similar. I'm sorry, I just think they do. It's also really similar to Exids, Are you hungry? And I understand that they were made by the same person so it isn't their fault at all. I just thought it was something to bring up. I really do like the girls and they're doing well and I'm happy for them.
11) Western artists and Kpop artists really bother me. Sometimes, western artists genuinely like kpop idols. And I love when it's that mutual, respectful relationship so much. However, sometimes western artists only use Kpop artists for fame. It's been happening a lot with BTS recently and it's so bothersome to me. And an example of a mutual relationship is Steve Aoki and BTS. He genuinely likes them for who they are.
12) Heterosexual idol shipping is...weird. I think it's fine to ship idols in the same group or idols that have some sort of connection with each other. For example, people shipped Hyuna and e'dawn even before they confirmed they were dating and I thought that was fine because they did have relations. However, the ones with idols that never even look at each other are cringy.
*You already know what I mean, I’m not going to put in a thing*
13) SM's relationship with NCT. I really think they should stop adding members to the group when some of the members don't even get lines as it is. It bothers me so much when these hard working idols aren't able to perform and show their talent because the group is so big. Just...SM could you please respect your idols thank you.
14) Following this one, NCT managers need to chill out. I understand Kpop is strict and has high standards but god. Some of the members can't even smile or laugh without getting snapped at by a manager. I keep seeing these videos where one of the members are having a good time, make eye contact with someone behind the camera and their smile instantly falls. Or being told to stop speaking English. Um...okay.
15) I really love Got7 and think they're one of the funniest groups. I think that almost all of the kpop groups are really funny and can make me laugh, but Got7 is really something else. They're such crackheads and they are always able to make me laugh. Lullaby was also such a bop, wow.
I think I just used the same groups over and over, but that’s fine. I really do appreciate every group and I enjoy their music. I hope they all have a good 2019, I hope they stay happy and heathy and have many successes. Please don’t work yourself over one of my silly opinions, at the end of the day, they don’t really matter.
Happy New Year! I hope 2019 is kind to you!
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Unit 1
Unit 1.1
What are some of the things you need to be aware of when it comes to the working culture of the film industry? (Think about working conditions, what the work consists of, where the work is located and the working environment)
When working in the film industry, you must have a special awareness of your environment. This is essential in anyone who works with visuals and aesthetics, but also in terms of practicality and efficiency. You must be aware of the space around you and the space you are using in your film. This means knowing your climate and light, checking the wether for your location and making sure you use the best time of daylight (if shooting outside) for your shots. The 'Golden hour' for filming is roughly the first hour of light after sunrise, and the last hour of light before sunset. The actually quality of light is variable on the Seasons and day to day wether conditions, but at these times the sun is low in the sky and so creates a soft diffused glow. This creates a cinematic look to your shots and are the best times of day to film.
(picture I took on location 15.40 12/11/17)
What qualities do you need to work in the film industry?
To work in the film industry you need to have personal qualities as well as just technical skill. Creative thinking is essential to work with in the creative industries - you must be able to adapt and think out of the box. This means if someone else working with you presents an alternate idea about your work, you are able to take on board their ideas and not dismiss anything that isn’t the way you ‘see it’.
You must be able to work with other people in a respectful way, the priority should always be the final outcome of your work and not your own ego. This means listening to others ideas and working together to create the best outcome for your film.
Resilience is essential in this industry, you have to be prepared for your ideas to be rejected and you have to learn how to bounce back from this when it happens. You also have to be resilient because film is particularly unpredictable work. Not only is it highly creative but dependant on tech (which can easily go wrong).
1.2
Why is time management important in the film industry?
Time management is essential in the film industry because you are working to a strict deadline for a client and need to work as efficiently as possible so to meet the deadlines and keep your clientele happy. Essentially, if you’re slacking with time management and not reaching your deadlines the whole project is likely to fall through, and can cause you lots of stress.
Give at least 3 examples of good time management skills.
1. Keep a calendar up to date with every important day in your production, this means that you won’t miss anything and will be responsible for yourself.
2. Scheduled your working time, so that you know what you have to be doing and when. As in having weeks set by for pre-production, filming and post production. This means you’ll have allocated time for each process and not be rushed at all.
3. On the days of filming give yourself extra time to prepare and be punctual, if you were late to a professional shoot you may lose your job, so its good to get into good practice with punctuality. This will probably waking up early to make sure you have time to prepare yourself - always give yourself extra time.
1.3
Why is health and safety important when working on a film production?
Health and safety is essential for a good outcome. If health hand safety isn’t taken in to consideration it can put your whole project at risk. Film sets are busy environments with a lot of people doing individual jobs, this means that if people get complacent there are many potential hazards. It is important to be responsible for yourself and aware of your environment. It is important to remember that all film sets will provide different risks as they are all different, some film sets will be considerably more dangerous, this being said it is important to retain high standards of health and safety even on a simple set.
An example of a risk on a film set is a tripping hazards, film sets use grips and rigs and other constructions which have potential to be trip hazards if not handles correctly. Another example is having loose wires on the floor untaped, this poses a risk as wires move about and are easy to trip over.
When working on our film we considered health and safety as an important aspect. TO ensure we were safe we made sure all the kit we were using was used properly and with the right support. We kept the light leads taped to the floor and made sure everyone was aware of the tripod legs and such. When filming in public you must consider the environment and make sure your team are safe commuting with the equipment.
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Why does copyright law exist?
Copyright law exists to ensure that artists’ work isn’t stolen and grants the artist exclusive rights for its use and distribution. This means if you create something and copyright it, it is yours and it is illegal for someone to claim it as their own or use it without permission.
The law that governs copyright in the UK is called the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. It gives the creator control of how their material is used and gives the artist artistic integrity. The rights cover: Broadcast and public performance, copying, adapting, issuing, renting and lending copies to the public. It also gives the creator the ability to object to any distortions of their work.
Royalty free means you can use the material without having to pay any royalties. This basically means that you can use their product for free without having to worry about copyright laws. However most royalty free material will usually require you to state who the material is by.
As a film maker with a budget, royalty free music is a great tool to improve your films. Most music is copyrighted and so if you used it and uploaded the video to youtube the sound would get erased from the video altogether, this is why its important to ensure you aren’t breaching any copyright in your work.
Copyright regulation affects film production as it means you must create everything yourself and your work must be original. This means films must have composers to create a film score and cannot depend on pre existing music. This is a good thing i think as it means the music will be made for your film and not ripped off something else.
Materials that may be subject to copyright are: music, film, logos, writing ect.
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