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sakura › sixth member of le sserafim (pt. one)

you join the group after the ANTIFRAGILE schedule ends.

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Your teeth gnawed at your bottom lip as you sat in the office chair, nervously fidgeting.

"Sir. Are- Are you sure they'll handle it well? They won't be upset? I mean- They just finished their ANTIFRAGILE schedules, isn't it too late to do this?" You questioned.

He offered you a friendly smile. "I'm sure they'll give you a warm welcome, Y/N. And this is a great opportunity for you, too. You're an extremely talented young woman. I've made my decision, and so have you. No backing out now." He declared.

You gulped and looked down at your hands in your lap.

You don't know how it happened, but a couple of months ago, on your way back from a karaoke party with your friends, you were approached and then scouted by an entertainment company named Source Music. Since that day, you've become a trainee. The reason why your training period was so short is because, since childhood, you've always been a singer and a dancer. So the only thing they wanted to train you for was to refine those skills, and train you in the art of performing and stage presence. And, after those months of training, today was the day that you're finally meeting the girls. The members of LE SSERAFIM. To say you're nervous would be an understatement.

You looked back up at the CEO and nodded your head.

"Okay. Let's do this."

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The girls' manager walked ahead of you as she led the way to their dorm, which was a twenty-minute drive from the company building. And it was an awkward one, too.

"Here we are." The manager spoke politely. "I wish you the best of luck. And don't worry, they don't bite." She gave you a warm smile before walking away, venturing back to the car.

You bit your lip once more as you stood in front of the door with your suitcase by your side. Then you knocked on the door, your knuckles rapping gently against the surface three consecutive times.

From inside, you heard multiple voices.

"I call dibs!"

"No, me!"

"No, it's probably Y/N! I wanna get it!"

"Numbskulls, all of you. I'll get the door."

"Sit down, all of you. I've got it."

And then the door swung open. You were met with Miyawaki Sakura looking you up and down. You did the same. She was dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a yellow sweater, and her light brown hair was tied back in a ponytail.

For a split moment, you swear you caught her smirking, but as soon as you saw it, it was gone and replaced by a welcoming smile.

"You must be Y/N, yes?"