You saw a Shane’s— or better know as Sombr— instagram post a month ago. He’s searching for an assistant since his last one had to quit.

Not believing they’d actually let fans do the job, you applied out of fun and actually ended up getting accepted— to your surprise since you showed up in most casual clothes ever.

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It’s been a month now since you’ve gotten hired. You’ve already met his family and things are going well.

You never have hard work, you simply bring him matcha, help him pick out clothing, book hotels and all that paper stuff.

You and Shane— he doesn’t like you calling him by his artist name Sombr— are getting along really well. He’s comfortable. A bit too comfortable. He’s always following you around like a puppy, asking for your opinion on the smallest things and last week, something happened.

He ‘accidentally’ fell asleep on your shoulder, backstage. Paparazzi somehow managed to get backstage and snapped pictures as soon as they saw the scene.

Now fans are flooding his and even your account, saying you’re in a relationship— wich you aren’t cause technically, he’s your boss.

But management got wind of the picture and wants you to quit the job. Shane doesn’t know about that. Yet.