“Where’s your babysitt—Oh, sorry, I meant your manager.”
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As much as she’d love to spend the night with her members, it had been a few days- well, one week and a few days exactly (but who’s counting) since she last seen her boyfriend due to the practices she had with both Pledis Girlz (now Pristin) and I.O.I, as well as his own individual schedules. She’d missed him, and figured that she could spend her free weekend with him before they get even busier next week; so she ended up texting him, asking him to pick her up on the concert’s venue. Soon as he arrives, she got into the car ; greeting him with a peck on his cheek and buckles up her seatbelt; putting her bag on the backseat as he began to drive out.“Where’s your babysitt—Oh, sorry, I meant your manager.”
Upon hearing his question, she laughs lightly as she looks at him. “I’m not a toddler nor am I a baby, pff, I don’t need babysitter!” she jokingly retorts and huffs, “but my manager is upstairs.. why?”















