who knew meeting an idol at a fansign could completely change your life?
↬ nct idol au
↬ social media/text au
↬ romance with a hint of drama
"anything for you"
"aww"
"to shut up i mean"
published: 22.10.22
completed: [TBD]
highest rank:
#1 in...
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The next weekend, Dasom was on her way to the bar for her shift, sitting in the subway and listening to music.
The current song playing was All For Love from WayV's new album. She had fallen in love with that song, and similarly with a huge majority of NCT's songs.
Yeah, she was definitely a fan now.
Her shift began at 10:00, but since she was bored at home, she'd shown up at 9:30 instead. To her surprise, her need to get rid of her boredom was indeed satisfied, as she walked directly into the middle of a conflict in the back room for the staff.
"He just ran out!" the manager said too the rest of the staff, putting his head in his hands. "We can't even call our backup right now because he was the backup."
"What's going on?" Dasom asked.
"Our backup DJ suddenly said he felt ill and just ran away," one of the other bartenders explained. "We're playing music off of Spotify for now but people are gonna notice there's no DJ for the dance floor."
"He straight up left his equipment here yelling that he'd come pick it up tomorrow," another added.
Something clicked in Dasom's mind.
Opportunity strikes, she thought. Just be confident.
"Um... if you really need someone," Dasom spoke. "I can DJ tonight."
The manager looked up at her sceptically. "You?" he asked. "You know it's not just playing a song and pushing some random switches, right?"
Condescending fuck.
"Obviously I know that," Dasom rolled her eyes. "Now unless you have a better idea, let me get behind that DJ stand."
"Okay fine, whatever," the manager said. "I'll pull you out if you're not good anyway."
"That's the spirit," Dasom said sarcastically.
"Someone cover Dasom's shift tonight," the manager said. "I'll pay a little extra hourly."
Once that was sorted, Dasom climbed behind the DJ stand and took a look at the equipment that had been left behind. Thanks to her new music production class, she knew exactly how to use what was in front of her, as it was pretty basic stuff. The laptop had music she knew fairly well too, this wouldn't be too hard for her.
Dasom began to play more exciting music, winging the remixing. The manager was watching from a corner like he didn't trust her, but as minutes passed by, more and more people joined the dance floor.
