01: workplace environment
timelesz x fashion stylist! oc
this is from a collection i’ve been writing when i needed some silliness in my life so don’t mind the writing… this is so unserious www
momoko had a problem,
a really big problem.
don’t get her wrong, being under starto entertainment as a creative fashion director was a dream for her. she got to plan out outfits of the idols she was working with, the concepts, and she still got to write in her free time too!
along with that, she’s quite close with many idols she’s worked with which comes to the problem:
timelesz.
the group rebranded two years ago, added a mix of juniors (trainees) and new members close to a year ago. the three remaining members of the previous group trained the new members to lengths momoko couldn’t even imagine, and were now on tour in arenas all around the country.
it was crazy how fast they blew up. she had only heard stories of what the original members were like so getting to know everyone on her first day was a challenge.
that was eight months ago.
she’s been working with them extensively during those months for their debut tour and various tv performances. now she feels like she’s on the phone or meeting with them in person more than some of their managers are.
the annoying ones:
fuma (leader), hara (moodmaker), and shuto (one of the new ones).
yes she loves all of them, they’re great people to talk to, but sometimes they get on her nerves the way that someone like her little brother would. even though they’re annoying, she wouldn’t trade some of their conversations she would have with them for the world, they’re hilarious to write about anonymously on her blog.
example one: calling in the middle of the night.
fuma (30) is five years older than she is, what she was expecting was for him to text her questions relating to work at a reasonable time like a normal person.
fuma is unfortunately so far from that.
he has apparently followed her on both her anonymous twitter and blog accounts where he’s seen the times she’s active. now she got this information from someone
how did she know this? she got this information from someone she trusts from time to time (cough cough shota watanabe from hit kpop group snow man), but it makes sense on how he knows when she’s awake.
anyways to set the scene: it was midnight the day of a special music performance in april. momoko was relaxing, watching a new drama that released on netflix while sketching down something. then she heard the most atrocious thing: the ringtone she has set specifically for fuma kikuchi, a sound effect of a cash register going “cha-ching!” repeating (because he likes money).
“hello………?” (😥😥)
“hey momo, can i wear my gold chain with the outfit for the performance tomorrow?”
there was silence for at least ten seconds, him and his damn gold chain.
momoko sighed out of annoyance: “fuma. seriously. you don’t have to call me at 12 am to ask, you can wear it if you want to along with whatever watch you want.”
she would be lying if the call ended there, the thing about her and fuma was that they had a lot in common. they both love fashion, gossiping, and rage baiting! so that’s what they talked about for an hour or so before he hung up on her with a questionable closing line:
“check your dms”
and what was in her private account’s direct message from fuma?
an instagram reel of two women interior designing a room with the most horrid ideas (like painting a fake rug on hardwood floor) and calling it “piece de resistance.”
example two: excessive energy at 4:30 am
traveling on tour bus was not momoko’s favorite way of travel to say the least.
being packed on a bus with eight idols would be any fan’s dream but momoko valued her privacy and not some guys looking over her shoulder at the start of the trip asking her what she’s doing.
at least she got her own seat but being stuck on a van for hours on end was not how she wanted to spend her day.
why did she have to travel with the group if she wasn’t their manager?
well… she has to be at the venue for obvious purposes but why she’s not on the staff bus is something she doesn’t know.
it wasn’t just like this with timelesz though, it was like that with the other groups she works with.
at least she’s likable but it’s like having multiple brothers she had to keep track of…
anyways, it was 4:30 am, they were in osaka but they needed to get to yokohama for the next performance. it takes almost six hours so unfortunately for momoko, it was a very early travel day.
no makeup, comfy clothes, a blanket in her lap, and her laptop in her tote. she was planning on getting “work” done but in reality she was trying to draw and play minecraft.
she was barely awake, she kept on dozing off when the others came onto the bus, the majority like so (so-chan ☺️ ), shori, shuto, masaki, and shino said their greetings quietly so they wouldn’t disturb her.
others like fuma, who got coffee for everyone from some random 7/11 that was still open, put down the iced coffee in the cup holder in front of her. the rattle of the ice ended up waking her up which made fuma snicker a bit.
she actually didn’t remember tera boarding the bus at all, so at 8:30 am, four hours into the drive, she thought they had forgotten him.
“momo, i’m right behind you.”
“oh!”
and then there’s hara who at 4:29 am, yelled out “chabasu! good morning guys!” when he entered the bus.
now to give him the benefit of the doubt, he probably didn’t know that momoko was napping but it scared the crap out of her.
she wishes she was that energetic, she tried asking what his secret was to being that hyper and he said “oh that’s just me!”
that’s what makes him be on the annoying list, momo is annoyed that there’s people who are naturally that energetic and don’t need two cans of monster to wake up.
example three: hawaii
(shuto’s member color is yellow but i couldn’t find it…)
oh where to start.
so timelesz’s first music video was filmed in hawaii because they (fuma) wanted a family vacation with his new buddies.
unlike the groups she worked with before, timelesz has no english speaking members that can at least help out with translating things.
so guess who had to be that translating person?
her, momoko, the best fashion stylist, creative director, and babysitter/chaperone in the world.
she didn’t know it at the time of the trip but there was a conversation a few days prior between shino, masaki, and shuto to who was the stupidest out of the three of them.
shino was obviously out, he went to a crazy top university and could speak decent levels of english (much to momoko’s surprise and she was overjoyed to say the least). so that left masaki and shuto, who fought about it saying it was the other.
if you would’ve asked momo before the trio who would it be, momo before the trip would say: “i feel like that’s a question i can’t answer! i haven’t spent as much time with them!”
but now it was clear that it was shuto.
a few hours after landing in hawaii at a convenience store near their hotel; him, momoko, and masaki were there picking up drinks and snacks for the others while they were checking into the hotel.
“momo, what does this say?” shuto asked, he was referring to the packet of skittles that was in his hands.
“that’s a candy called skittles. they’re chewy and taste like different fruit” momo explained, skittles weren’t a thing in japan so it was understandable why he was asking.
“ohhhh”
momoko left shuto alone for a minute max, masaki had called her over and was asking which brand of chips were spicy so he can do some kind of spicy chip competition with fuma.
when she came back, shuto was holding a bag of rice and a bottle of tea. where did he get the small bag of rice? momoko will never know.
“what’s riku and te-a?”
“what???”
the question made her so confused, what was he talking about. at first momoko thought he was talking about some sign or poster on the wall but he kept on repeating his question.
at this point, masaki came over with his two bags of flaming hot cheetos and dr pepper (momo’s recommendation to him ever since the trip got announced);
“what are you guys talking about?”
“masakiii, you have to know what i’m asking, right? what’s riku and te-a???”
“bro… what?”
“that’s what i’m saying! shuto, please point to what you’re talking about because i can’t tell what you’re trying to ask me.”
shuto sighed and pointed to the small bag of rice in his hands;
“that’s riku,”
he put down the bag of rice and pointed at the bottle of ice tea in his hand next,
“that’s te-a.”
. . .
both masaki and momoko were flabbergasted, momoko was at a loss of words and masaki was trying to figure out if he should laugh or say “what?” again.
“shuto.. that bag is a bag of rice… and the bottle is iced tea…”
momoko replied warily, not knowing if she should be scolding him or asking him what english class he took in middle school and high school.
“ohhh! i thought it was some american snack and drink!”
“we literally have both of these things at home, and the word for tea in japanese is the same in english, idiot.”
masaki looked away from him in embarrassment, he was probably thinking the same thing as she was.
“well how was i supposed to know?”
that wasn’t the only time momoko questioned what type of education shuto received in his life; later that night he tried to order his food in japanese after refusing help from momo to order for him.
“i can do it myself!”
famous last words of a very enthusiastic person.
the disbelief wasn’t left at hawaii either, shuto joined a game show called “nica game” and it was a squid game inspired show where they had to guess english words from the spelling of it.
he pronounced bacon as bah-kon..
so now, whenever momo was depressed, she would pull up a clip of shuto mispronouncing english words to her to laugh at.
bonus! (masaki): getting stuck in a practice room in the middle of nowhere.
to momoko, masaki is probably the closest to her out of everyone in the group (excluding fuma because she’s known him specifically for longer and the relationship they have is just them sending each other instagram reels).
they’re both close in age, they’re both shy nerds who tend to be extremely loud around their friends, and love music.
yes they are the dynamic duo who both fall for fuma’s rage bait.
yes they are the duo that crash out when hara doesn’t take the photos for their social medias.
and yes, they both randomly start doing strange things in private with the rest of the group when they’re bored (masaki does his kamen rider transformation motions while momoko shows the closest member a funny video she found)
they’re just being weird together, and that’s what makes it fun.
so what happened was that they were preparing to film for a music video in a few weeks so in order to prepare, fuma suggested that all of them should have a giant sleepover at his villa in the woods.
why is momo there?
she still doesn’t know but she brought all the pieces she was thinking of making them wear and planned on doing fittings during this week trip.
once they were there after a long car ride, fuma showed her to the sewing room he set up for her. all of the luggage from the wardrobe department she had sent was already set up in there and it made her happy that she was being cared for like this.
“thank you so much fuma!!”
“no problem.. but just to let you know, some of the doors automatically lock after they’re closed so make sure to prop it open with those boxes over there.”
that should’ve been something momo kept at the top of her list of things to remember, she forgot.
was it the fact that fuma was talking to her in a room full of mirrors that reflected her gorgeous gothic lolita and jirai kei inspired outfit that she got fully from vintage stores in harajuku that made her forget? or was it the fact that she just had a bad memory?
i mean… she couldnt really distract herself from the fact that the top she was wearing was a vintage vivienne westwood top for a deal, or the fact that she looked like she just stepped out from a vintage harajuku fashion magazine.
like always!
or was it the fact that she just had a bad memory?
who knows…
anyways, it soon became night time, 7pm (scandalous), and her and masaki were at the villa ALONE.
fuma, so-chan, and shino went to pickup dinner at the town nearby so they were gone.
shuto and shori were doing something at the 7/11 five minutes away so they were also gone.
so what about tera and hara? they were out for their acting job but they said they were coming back by 9pm.
the two remaining planned on just showing each other videos to each other but of course, the wifi went out.
“so what should we do?” masaki asked while they were both sitting and laying on the opposite sides of the gigantic couch together. the living room of the villa was giving luxurious cabin with the rustic wooden chandelier with vines hanging off of it, a fake bear fur rug, and the unnecessarily large gray couch.
“what did you say?” momo put down her phone, took out the earbud she was using and sat up to look at him. previously, her upper body was dangling off of the couch and she was just listening to music.
sometimes, she would mess with masaki by asking him to repeat himself, especially if he was being quiet, but this time she was being serious.
there was a certain noise that came from the living room ac that made it hard for her to focus on him talking. it wasn’t anything loud but it was extremely annoying where she had to use her earbuds.
“i said, what should we do while the others are out?”
“oh! well… we could always explore around the villa so we can find some cool spots-“
“lets go!”
the first floor was pretty boring, it was just a kitchen, a living room, a few of the bedrooms that they were staying in, and a bathroom.
one thing they noticed while walking around that floor was that it felt like the ac was on blast everywhere.
“who’s turning it up this high?? it feels like i’m in a costco freezer.”
“it was probably fuma, he has a gym downstairs from what he told me so he must’ve been working out. like he always does”
“a gym?? 😰”
masaki was right, when the two of them went down those stairs, the first thing momo saw was a big gym with professional equipment that you’d find in actual gyms. in the corner was a stack of protein shakes on top of a mini fridge with more of the same shakes. fuma was the brand ambassador for those so it wasn’t weird that he had some in his home, just not that absurd amount.
that’s all that was in the basement so they went up to the second floor instead. the door on the left after they went up the stairs was the sewing room fuma had set up for her, but the rest of the rooms were a mystery to the two of them.
the only other room they knew the purpose of was the room directly across from the sewing room, the practice room.
the pair turned the lights on and the first thing momo did was check herself out in the mirror.
duh, she needed to know if she still looked good even at the end of the day.
“damn, i look good! should i take a picture for instagram-“
when she looked over to masaki, he was already taking pictures of his reflection. momo rolled her eyes and photobombed his last few.
“should i or should i not take pictures for instagram?”
“i mean, yeah sure, i’ll take the pictures for you if you want”
“ooh an idol taking my picture! i’m so excited!”
“hurry up and go pose near the door”
momo did what he told her to do and did a double piece sign pose next to the practice room door, which had a number nailed onto it for aesthetic purposes. her back was touching the wall behind her but what she didn’t know at the time was that she was leaning on a thermostat on the wall as well. as she posed, the temperature was decreasing and so was the strength of the ac. the wind caused the door, which had nothing propped up against it to keep it open, to slam shut.
“uh… what”
masaki tried opening the door and of course, it was locked. every push he gave to try to open the door didn’t work.
“what are we going to do?…”
momo took out her phone and tried texting and calling fuma but then she remembered that they had no service so that wasn’t going to do anything.
masaki sighed and started walking back and forth in front of the door,
“of course this had to happen at the worst time possible..”
“what if i break down the door?”
“girl.. you can’t even lift a box of fabric without someone’s help…”
“but i did karate like ten years ago, masaki, i’m sure i can do it”
“i still think it’s a bad idea.”
. . .
they were silent for a few more seconds, both of them looking at their phones, hoping that the wifi would come back but to no avail.
then masaki had the most outrageous idea ever:
“what if i start screaming?”
“what???? why would you do that?”
“i don’t know, that’s all the ideas i have left”
he shrugged and sure enough, he started screaming like he does when he crashes out, but this time it was ten times louder because of the room’s echo.
“masaki- what are you doing!!! shut up!” momoko screeched out as she pushed masaki away from the door by his shoulder.
“what if we get the police called on us because you’re screaming bloody murder??!!”
she was dying of laughter at this point and she thought she was going to start crying when she accidentally knocked masaki over and he pulled her down with him.
as they were laughing, there was a knock at the door before the door was cracked open by a concerned looking tera.
“are you guys okay..?”
“TERA!!!”
momo hurriedly got up and was about to hug him before she tripped on the tool of her skirt and fell onto the hardwood floor.
“owww…”
“thank god, we aren’t going to be stuck here forever!!”
masaki sighed out of relief the same time momo tried to get up and fell back down on the ground. he couldn’t stifle his giggle when it happened but he helped her up the same time tera was.
tera and hara ended up finishing work earlier than expected so they headed back to fuma’s villa which happened to be empty, much to their confusion.
fuma did not text them that they were out and the only two people in the house were the two twenty five year olds who acted the same.
the minute the two guys walked into the living room, they heard masaki screaming, hara thought it was some kind of joke while tera had a hunch that they were locked in a room together.
from that day on, masaki and momo made sure to have something propped against any door, even the ones in their own apartments.
the memories from that day were too strong.
thank you for reading!
i might post more… i have like four more of these… ☺️
