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Daniela POV:

The alarm went off at 6:00 a.m.

I groaned, reaching blindly for my phone on the nightstand. My fingers fumbled across the surface before finally finding it. I silenced the alarm and lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling.

Six hours of sleep.

That was actually decent by idol standards. Some nights, I was lucky to get four. But my body didn't care about "decent." My muscles ached. My eyes burned. Every part of me wanted to roll over and go back to sleep.

sat up slowly, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The hotel room was dim, the curtains drawn tight against the morning light. I'd gotten used to hotel rooms over the years. The same generic furniture. The same impersonal decor. The same feeling of never quite being home.

I reached for my phone again and checked the notifications.

I smiled despite my exhaustion.

I scrolled through the rest of the notifications.

Management had sent the schedule for the day. Rehearsal at 8:00. Vocal practice at 12:00. Media training at 1:00. Another rehearsal at 5:00. It was going to be a long day.

I scrolled further, past the messages from fans and the endless tags on social media.

Fan art.

A drawing of me from a recent performance. The details were incredible the costume, the stage, the smile I'd worn. I zoomed in, noticing the little hearts someone had added around the edges.

I smiled.

This was why I did it. The exhaustion, the long hours, the constant pressure it was all worth it for moments like this. For the fans who saw me and felt something.

I saved the image to my phone before setting it down and heading to the bathroom.

The FaceTime call connected at 7:15.

Jonah's face appeared on my screen, and I felt my exhaustion lift just a little. His hair was messy, and he was still in his pajamas, but he was smiling that familiar smile that always made my heart skip.

"Morning, superstar."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help smiling.

"Don't start."

He laughed, the sound warm and familiar.

"Rough morning?"

"Rough life."

"Well, you chose it."

"I know. I'm just complaining."

He leaned closer to the camera, studying my face.

"Did you sleep?"

"A little."

"How much is 'a little'?"

"Six hours."

He raised an eyebrow.

"That's actually not bad for you."

"I know. I'm proud of myself."

He laughed again, and I felt something loosen in my chest.

"Are you eating enough?" he asked. "You always forget to eat when you're rehearsing."

"I had breakfast."

"A real breakfast? Or a protein bar?"

"....A protein bar."

"Daniela."

"Okay, okay. I'll get something real. I promise."

He shook his head, but he was still smiling.

"How's rehearsal going? Is everything okay?"

"It's fine. We're working on the new choreography. It's intense, but we're getting there."

"Don't work yourself into the ground."

I smiled.

"I make no promises."

Before we hung up, I hesitated.

"I love you."

His expression softened.

"I love you too."

The call ended, and I set my phone down with a sigh.

Jonah was good to me. He understood the demands of my schedule, the pressure of my career. He never complained when I had to cancel plans or work late. He was patient and kind and supportive.

I was lucky to have him.

I arrived at the HYBE x Geffen building at 8:30.

The other members were already there, scattered across the practice room in various states of readiness.

Lara was in the corner, warming up her vocals with a series of scales. Her voice echoed off the walls, clear and strong even at this early hour.

Megan was sitting on the floor, eating a bowl of cereal and scrolling through her phone. She looked up when I walked in and waved.

"Morning, Dani."

"Morning."

Sophia was organizing her bag, carefully arranging her water bottles and snacks in neat rows. She was always like that—meticulous and prepared.

Manon was stretching on a mat, her long limbs extended in a graceful pose. She moved like water, effortless and smooth.

And Yoonchae was already practicing choreography by herself. She was running through the new routine, her movements sharp and precise. Even without music, she was completely focused.

I walked over and gave her a fist bump

She smiled.

"Couldn't stop thinking about the choreography."

"Same."

I turned to greet the others.

"Good morning, everyone."

Lara stopped her vocal exercises and grinned.

"Daniela! We were just talking about you."

"Oh no. What did I do?"

"Nothing," Megan said, grinning. "We were just saying you look more tired than usual. And that's saying something."

I laughed.

"Thanks. I feel loved."

Sophia handed me a water bottle.

"Drink this. You need to stay hydrated."

"Yes, Mom."

We all laughed. That was Sophia always taking care of us, always making sure we were okay.

The dance rehearsal began at 9:00 sharp.

Our choreographer, was all nonsense man named Grant, stood at the front of the room with his tablet in hand.

"We're going to run through the entire routine," he announced. "Then we'll break it down section by section. I want perfection today. Understood?"

"Yes, Grant."

The music started.

We moved into formation.

And then we danced.

The first run-through was rough.

I messed up a transition, my feet getting tangled beneath me. Lara missed a beat. Megan was half a second behind the rest of us.

Grant stopped the music.

"Again."

We reset.

The second run-through was better.

But not good enough.

"Again."

The third was almost there.

"Again."

The fourth was clean.

"Good. Now let's break it down."

We spent the next hour repeating the same eight-count over and over. Grant called out corrections, adjusting our arm positions and foot placement and head angles.

"Daniela, higher on the turn."

"Lara, keep your shoulders down."

"Megan, you're rushing. Slow down."

"Again."

By the time we took a break, I was drenched in sweat. My muscles were screaming. My lungs were burning.

I collapsed onto the floor next to the others, grabbing my water bottle and drinking deeply.

People see three minutes on stage, I thought. They never see the 14 hours it took to get there.

Lara flopped onto her back dramatically.

"I'm retiring."

Megan laughed.

"You've said that every rehearsal this week."

"Because I mean it this time!"

"Sure you do."

Lara sat up and grabbed a snack from Sophia's bag.

"I'm serious. I'm going to become a farmer. Just me, a field, and some cows."

"You hate the outdoors."

"I'll learn to love it."

The rest of us laughed, the tension of the rehearsal slowly fading.

Lara started the conversation.

"So..."

The others looked at her.

"Our new security girl."

Megan grinned.

"The really quiet one?"

I nodded.

"She barely said ten words."

Manon shrugged.

"She seems nice."

Yoonchae quietly added:

"She was paying attention to everything Missy said. I noticed her taking notes."

Sophia nodded thoughtfully.

"She thanked every person she met. She was really polite."

I thought back to the brief interactions I'd had with her. The way she'd stood by the door, watching everything with careful eyes. The way she'd answered my questions with short, professional responses.

"She seems... tired," I said.

Everyone looked at me.

"What?"

I shrugged.

"I don't know. She just looks like someone carrying a lot."

The girls exchanged glances.

Lara leaned forward.

"Maybe she's a spy."

"A spy?" Megan said incredulously.

"Yeah. Like, undercover. She's got that vibe."

"You've been watching too many movies."

"Have not."

Sophia shook her head.

"Definitely ex-military. Look at how she stands. Always alert."

"Construction," I said.

Everyone looked at me again.

I shrugged.

"She has construction hands. Calloused, with small scars. You can tell she's used to physical labor."

Megan raised an eyebrow.

"You noticed her hands?"

"It's my job to notice details."

"Uh-huh."

I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up." The second rehearsal was just as grueling as the first.

But I found myself noticing things I hadn't before.

The new security guard Y/N, I remembered was stationed by the wall. She didn't move. She didn't check her phone. She didn't fidget or yawn or look bored.

She watched the entrances.

Sh watched the exits.

She watched everything.

I'd worked with plenty of security guards over the years. Some were professional. Some were lazy. Some were too interested in being close to us.

But Y/N was different.

She was completely focused. Completely present.

I saw her glance at the window when a car passed outside.

I saw her tense slightly when someone walked past the door.

I saw her relax only when he confirmed there was no threat.

She's taking this seriously, I thought.

I respected that. At lunchtime, I walked past the break room.

The other security guards were eating together, laughing at something on someone's phone. Frank was telling a story. Marcus was practically bouncing in his seat.

But Y/N was sitting alone in the corner, a modest lunch spread out in front of her. A turkey sandwich. An apple. A bottle of water.

I paused in the doorway.

She was looking at his phone.

And her was smiling.

Only for a second. A brief flicker of warmth that transformed her face completely. Then it was gone, replaced by that careful, professional mask.

I wondered what or who had made her smile.

I didn't ask.

That evening, rehearsal finally ended.

We were all exhausted, dragging ourselves to the exit like zombies. I could barely keep my eyes open.

Jonah was waiting for me outside.

He pulled me into a hug the moment I reached him.

"How was your day?"

"Long. Really long."

He kissed my forehead.

"I told you not to work yourself into the ground."

"I know. I couldn't help it."

He laughed softly and opened the car door for me.

"Come on. I'm taking you somewhere."

"Where?"

"It's a surprise."

Dinner was at a small Italian restaurant the kind of place where nobody recognized me, where I could just be Daniela instead of Daniela from Katseye.

We sat in a corner booth, sharing a plate of pasta and talking about nothing.

But I found myself thinking about the new security guard.

"We got a new bodyguard," I said.

Jonah looked up from his food.

"Oh? Is he good?"

"She seems really professional. Takes her job seriously."

Jonah smiled.

"So you're safe?"

I nudged him playfully.

"I was safe before."

"I know. Just making sure."

"she's quiet," I added. "Doesn't say much. But there's something about her."

Jonah tilted his head.

"Something?"

"I don't know. She looks... tired. Like she's got a lot on her mind."

Jonah reached across the table and took my hand.

"Maybe she does. Everyone's got their own story."

I nodded.

"Yeah. I guess so." That night, I got home and went through my usual routine.

Wash off the makeup.

Brush my teeth.

Change into pajamas.

I stood in front of the mirror, studying my reflection. The exhaustion was written all over my face the dark circles, the tired eyes. But underneath it, there was something else.

Gratitude.

I was tired. But I was happy. I was doing what I loved, with people I loved, for fans who made it all worth it.

Before bed, I scrolled through social media one last time.

I noticed fans were already talking about seeing "a new security guard" around the group.

"Did anyone else see that new girl? she's cute."

"I wonder what her story is."

"She looks so serious."

"Maybe she's a secret agent lol."

I smiled to myself.

she seems like a good person, I thought.

I put my phone down and turned off the light.

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Daniela POV:

The alarm went off at 6:00 a.m.

I groaned, reaching blindly for my phone on the nightstand. My fingers fumbled across the surface before finally finding it. I silenced the alarm and lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling.

Six hours of sleep.

I reached for my phone again and checked the notifications.

I smiled despite my exhaustion.

I scrolled through the rest of the notifications.

Management had sent the schedule for the day. Rehearsal at 8:00. Vocal practice at 12:00. Media training at 1:00. Another rehearsal at 5:00. It was going to be a long day.

I scrolled further, past the messages from fans and the endless tags on social media.

Fan art.

A drawing of me from a recent performance. The details were incredible the costume, the stage, the smile I'd worn. I zoomed in, noticing the little hearts someone had added around the edges.

I smiled.

This was why I did it. The exhaustion, the long hours, the constant pressure it was all worth it for moments like this. For the fans who saw me and felt something.

I saved the image to my phone before setting it down and heading to the bathroom.

The FaceTime call connected at 7:15.

"Morning, superstar."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help smiling.

"Don't start."

He laughed, the sound warm and familiar.

"Rough morning?"

"Rough life."

"Well, you chose it."

"I know. I'm just complaining."

He leaned closer to the camera, studying my face.

"Did you sleep?"

"A little."

"How much is 'a little'?"

"Six hours."

He raised an eyebrow.

"That's actually not bad for you."

"I know. I'm proud of myself."

He laughed again, and I felt something loosen in my chest.

"Are you eating enough?" he asked. "You always forget to eat when you're rehearsing."

"I had breakfast."

"A real breakfast? Or a protein bar?"

"....A protein bar."

"Daniela."

"Okay, okay. I'll get something real. I promise."

He shook his head, but he was still smiling.

"How's rehearsal going? Is everything okay?"

"It's fine. We're working on the new choreography. It's intense, but we're getting there."

"Don't work yourself into the ground."

I smiled.

"I make no promises."

Before we hung up, I hesitated.

"I love you."

His expression softened.

"I love you too."

The call ended, and I set my phone down with a sigh.

Jonah was good to me. He understood the demands of my schedule, the pressure of my career. He never complained when I had to cancel plans or work late. He was patient and kind and supportive.

I was lucky to have him.

I arrived at the HYBE x Geffen building at 8:30.

The other members were already there, scattered across the practice room in various states of readiness.

Lara was in the corner, warming up her vocals with a series of scales. Her voice echoed off the walls, clear and strong even at this early hour.

Megan was sitting on the floor, eating a bowl of cereal and scrolling through her phone. She looked up when I walked in and waved.

"Morning, Dani."

"Morning."

Sophia was organizing her bag, carefully arranging her water bottles and snacks in neat rows. She was always like that—meticulous and prepared.

Manon was stretching on a mat, her long limbs extended in a graceful pose. She moved like water, effortless and smooth.

And Yoonchae was already practicing choreography by herself. She was running through the new routine, her movements sharp and precise. Even without music, she was completely focused.

I walked over and gave her a fist bump

She smiled.

"Couldn't stop thinking about the choreography."

"Same."

I turned to greet the others.

"Good morning, everyone."

Lara stopped her vocal exercises and grinned.

"Daniela! We were just talking about you."

"Oh no. What did I do?"

"Nothing," Megan said, grinning. "We were just saying you look more tired than usual. And that's saying something."

I laughed.

"Thanks. I feel loved."

Sophia handed me a water bottle.

"Drink this. You need to stay hydrated."

"Yes, Mom."

We all laughed. That was Sophia always taking care of us, always making sure we were okay.

The dance rehearsal began at 9:00 sharp.

Our choreographer, was all nonsense man named Grant, stood at the front of the room with his tablet in hand.

"We're going to run through the entire routine," he announced. "Then we'll break it down section by section. I want perfection today. Understood?"

"Yes, Grant."

The music started.

We moved into formation.

And then we danced.

The first run-through was rough.

I messed up a transition, my feet getting tangled beneath me. Lara missed a beat. Megan was half a second behind the rest of us.

Grant stopped the music.

"Again."

We reset.

The second run-through was better.

But not good enough.

"Again."

The third was almost there.

"Again."

The fourth was clean.

"Good. Now let's break it down."

We spent the next hour repeating the same eight-count over and over. Grant called out corrections, adjusting our arm positions and foot placement and head angles.

"Daniela, higher on the turn."

"Lara, keep your shoulders down."

"Megan, you're rushing. Slow down."

"Again."

By the time we took a break, I was drenched in sweat. My muscles were screaming. My lungs were burning.

I collapsed onto the floor next to the others, grabbing my water bottle and drinking deeply.

People see three minutes on stage, I thought. They never see the 14 hours it took to get there.

Lara flopped onto her back dramatically.

"I'm retiring."

Megan laughed.

"You've said that every rehearsal this week."

"Because I mean it this time!"

"Sure you do."

Lara sat up and grabbed a snack from Sophia's bag.

"I'm serious. I'm going to become a farmer. Just me, a field, and some cows."

"You hate the outdoors."

"I'll learn to love it."

The rest of us laughed, the tension of the rehearsal slowly fading.

Lara started the conversation.

"So..."

The others looked at her.

"Our new security girl."

Megan grinned.

"The really quiet one?"

I nodded.

"She barely said ten words."

Manon shrugged.

"She seems nice."

Yoonchae quietly added:

"She was paying attention to everything Missy said. I noticed her taking notes."

Sophia nodded thoughtfully.

"She thanked every person she met. She was really polite."

"She seems... tired," I said.

Everyone looked at me.

"What?"

I shrugged.

"I don't know. She just looks like someone carrying a lot."

The girls exchanged glances.

Lara leaned forward.

"Maybe she's a spy."

"A spy?" Megan said incredulously.

"Yeah. Like, undercover. She's got that vibe."

"You've been watching too many movies."

"Have not."

Sophia shook her head.

"Definitely ex-military. Look at how she stands. Always alert."

"Construction," I said.

Everyone looked at me again.

I shrugged.

"She has construction hands. Calloused, with small scars. You can tell she's used to physical labor."

Megan raised an eyebrow.

"You noticed her hands?"

"It's my job to notice details."

"Uh-huh."

I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up." The second rehearsal was just as grueling as the first.

But I found myself noticing things I hadn't before.

The new security guard Y/N, I remembered was stationed by the wall. She didn't move. She didn't check her phone. She didn't fidget or yawn or look bored.

She watched the entrances.

Sh watched the exits.

She watched everything.

I'd worked with plenty of security guards over the years. Some were professional. Some were lazy. Some were too interested in being close to us.

But Y/N was different.

She was completely focused. Completely present.

I saw her glance at the window when a car passed outside.

I saw her tense slightly when someone walked past the door.

I saw her relax only when he confirmed there was no threat.

She's taking this seriously, I thought.

I respected that. At lunchtime, I walked past the break room.

The other security guards were eating together, laughing at something on someone's phone. Frank was telling a story. Marcus was practically bouncing in his seat.

But Y/N was sitting alone in the corner, a modest lunch spread out in front of her. A turkey sandwich. An apple. A bottle of water.

I paused in the doorway.

She was looking at his phone.

And her was smiling.

Only for a second. A brief flicker of warmth that transformed her face completely. Then it was gone, replaced by that careful, professional mask.

I wondered what or who had made her smile.

I didn't ask.

That evening, rehearsal finally ended.

We were all exhausted, dragging ourselves to the exit like zombies. I could barely keep my eyes open.

Jonah was waiting for me outside.

He pulled me into a hug the moment I reached him.

"How was your day?"

"Long. Really long."

He kissed my forehead.

"I told you not to work yourself into the ground."

"I know. I couldn't help it."

He laughed softly and opened the car door for me.

"Come on. I'm taking you somewhere."

"Where?"

"It's a surprise."

Dinner was at a small Italian restaurant the kind of place where nobody recognized me, where I could just be Daniela instead of Daniela from Katseye.

We sat in a corner booth, sharing a plate of pasta and talking about nothing.

But I found myself thinking about the new security guard.

"We got a new bodyguard," I said.

Jonah looked up from his food.

"Oh? Is he good?"

"She seems really professional. Takes her job seriously."

Jonah smiled.

"So you're safe?"

I nudged him playfully.

"I was safe before."

"I know. Just making sure."

"she's quiet," I added. "Doesn't say much. But there's something about her."

Jonah tilted his head.

"Something?"

"I don't know. She looks... tired. Like she's got a lot on her mind."

Jonah reached across the table and took my hand.

"Maybe she does. Everyone's got their own story."

I nodded.

"Yeah. I guess so." That night, I got home and went through my usual routine.

Wash off the makeup.

Brush my teeth.

Change into pajamas.

I stood in front of the mirror, studying my reflection. The exhaustion was written all over my face the dark circles, the tired eyes. But underneath it, there was something else.

Gratitude.

I was tired. But I was happy. I was doing what I loved, with people I loved, for fans who made it all worth it.

Before bed, I scrolled through social media one last time.

I noticed fans were already talking about seeing "a new security guard" around the group.

"Did anyone else see that new girl? she's cute."

"I wonder what her story is."

"She looks so serious."

"Maybe she's a secret agent lol."

I smiled to myself.

she seems like a good person, I thought.

I put my phone down and turned off the light.

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