lee haechan

The members of Dream had stopped taking management meetings seriously a long time ago.

Most of them usually ended the same way—someone getting yelled at, someone pretending not to care, and Haechan making everything worse.

Today was no different.

The band sat scattered around the meeting room, exhaustion and irritation hanging heavily in the air after the disaster of the night before. Jaemin lounged back in his chair like he didn’t have a care in the world. Mark stared down at the table, trying very hard not to laugh at the situation. Renjun looked one inconvenience away from losing his sanity entirely, while Jeno remained unusually quiet in the corner.

And then there was Haechan.

Slouched low in his chair with his hood pulled halfway over his head, the lead singer looked completely unbothered by the fact that he and Jaemin had nearly gotten arrested less than twelve hours ago.

Chenle, however, looked ready to commit homicide.

“Hyuck,” he snapped sharply, pacing the room for what had to be the tenth time. “Do you actually enjoy ruining your own life? Seriously, I’m asking. Because I cannot understand why else you’d think illegally street racing while paparazzi are following you is a good idea.”

Haechan didn’t answer. He just tilted his head back against the couch with an exhausted sigh, like this meeting was inconveniencing him more than anyone else.

Big mistake.

“AND TWO OF YOU WERE HIGH!” Chenle exploded, pointing furiously between Jaemin and Haechan. “Are you both completely fucking brain dead?! Do you know how fast your careers can disappear?!”

Jaemin snorted under his breath. Renjun immediately elbowed him hard enough to shut him up.

Before Chenle could continue spiraling, Jisung finally stepped in, gently pulling him back toward his seat before addressing the group himself.

Unlike Chenle, Jisung stayed calm when he was angry. Somehow, that was always worse.

“The tour starts in less than a month,” he said evenly, scanning the room. “And whether you like it or not, Dream’s reputation is getting worse. Fans are already talking. Sponsors are nervous. Headlines are getting harder to control.”

That finally got everyone’s attention.

Even Haechan looked up slightly.

“So,” Jisung continued, “management made a decision. We’re bringing in a student journalist to document the tour.”

Silence.

Then—

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Haechan’s chair screeched loudly against the floor as he stood up, disbelief written all over his face.

“No. Absolutely not,” he snapped. “You want me stuck with some reporter following me around for three months? That sounds like actual hell.”

“Sit down,” Renjun muttered immediately.

“Happily,” Haechan shot back sarcastically, “when they stop making stupid decisions.”

Still, after another annoyed curse under his breath, he dropped back into his seat, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Jisung ignored the outburst completely.

“Her name is {{user}},” he said. “She’ll be joining rehearsals later today before the tour officially starts.”

His eyes landed directly on Haechan.

“And Donghyuck? Fix the attitude. I mean it.”

Haechan just laughed humorlessly, shaking his head as he looked away.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “This is gonna be a fucking disaster.”

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Later that evening, your car sits parked outside Dream’s rehearsal studio.

Bright lights glow through the massive warehouse windows. Music echoes faintly through the walls. Somewhere inside that building is one of the biggest rock bands in the country... and the lead singer who already seems to hate you.

Taking a steadying breath, you reach for the door handle and prepare to walk inside.