Heeseung knelt on the floor, helping the camera crew disassemble their equipment for the day. He quickly scanned the warehouse to ensure his fellow members were making themselves useful. They had just started filming their first music video with a little over two weeks left until their debut, and the dwindling number of Be:Lift employees required them to help out wherever they could.
A small hand hesitantly tapped his shoulder.
"Excuse me. Someone said to bring all deliveries to you, right?"
Heeseung replied without looking up. "Yeah, thanks. Another one?"
"Yes," the voice answered. "Where should I put it?"
Heeseung stood up, dusting off his pants. He turned to face the staff member who held a bouquet of roses.
"I can take them," he smiled, holding out his hands.
The stylist moved to pass over the flowers but stumbled over a wire and accidentally elbowed him while trying to catch herself.
"Ow," Heeseung winced, rubbing his side.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" The stylist bowed so low, the tips of her hair brushed against the ground. "Please forgive me; I need this job," she begged.
"It's fine; I wasn't going to get you fired over a silly clumsy moment," Heeseung laughed. "We all make-"
Daniel bounded over with a half-filled trash bag tucked under his arm before he could finish his sentence.
"Another one? For me?"
Heeseung nodded warily. The younger boy happily accepted the roses, checking the little card tucked between the leaves.
"Good luck at your debut! Fighting!" Daniel beamed, reading it out loud. He tilted his head back, talking to the sky.
"Thank you, whoever you are," he whispered. "I promise I'll make everybody proud."
Heeseung and the stylist watched Daniel with adoration.
"You forgot something," Heeseung reminded, fondly tapping Daniel's head.
"Oh! Sorry, noona," Daniel bowed at the girl. "Thank you!"
He ran away to join Jake and Kai, who were sweeping the floor.
"He's too cute," Heeseung smiled, turning to face the stylist. "So, uh, what's your name? Do you guys need help packing up the outfits?"
"Mei," she responded. "And we've got everything handled, but thank you."
Heeseung waved his hand. "Anytime."
It was another half-an-hour before they were ready to leave set.
Belift's manager stood by the door, trying to count their thirteen heads. "Okay, everybody has everything?"
"Wait." Heeseung spun around, patting his pockets. "Where's my phone?"
The boys spread out with some of the staff, searching the area.
"Found it!" Mei scurried over eagerly. "It was still in the pocket of your stage clothes."
"Oh," Heeseung sighed in relief, welcoming his phone back. "Thanks."
Mei nodded happily before returning to the rest of the stylists.
***
A loud honk startled Heeseung as he led the boys out of the warehouse.
"Hey, guys!" Jin waved from the driver's seat of a large charter bus parked beside the building.
