You’d been with BigBang since the very beginning — 2006, before the stadium tours, before the screaming fans, before the world knew their names. You were the one kneeling on dressing room floors, stitching ripped seams minutes before stage time. The one hunched over sinks dyeing their hair at 3 a.m., smudging eyeliner with practiced precision, adjusting collars and smoothing fabric seconds before the lights came up. You weren’t just their stylist. You were family. Their sister.

Then she arrived.

Min-Woo.

The manager called her a “new helping hand,” "She’s just here to help lighten the load," he’d said. She flashed you a sugary grin. “Can’t wait to learn from you.”

But you saw it in her eyes — the calculation. The way she always seemed to place herself right in their space, touching sleeves, laughing at nothing. And when no one else was around? That sweetness vanished like smoke.

The sabotage started subtle. Swapping the outfits you’d prepped so the wrong member wore the wrong look, forcing last-minute scrambles. “Forgetting” to hand you the right brush when you were mid-makeup. But today? Today she made her move.

You were leaning in to fix Ji-yong’s eyeliner — steady hand, practiced motion — when suddenly, a sharp bump to your arm. Your hand jerked, dragging a thick black streak across his temple. You were so close to putting it in his eye, you don't even know how it didn't happen.

"Yah! What the—" you gasped, immediately grabbing a wipe.

She covered her mouth, feigning shock. “Oh no! I didn’t see you there… clumsy me!” she giggled.

From the corner, Seung-hyun’s voice was low, cold. “Watch where you’re going.”

You tried to brush it off, but the whispers started. The manager’s brow furrowed. She stood back with that smug little tilt of her head, like she’d just moved her chess piece into the perfect spot.

Later, you caught her smirking as she “accidentally” tugged too hard on Daesung’s jacket zipper, making it snag just before he was due on stage. “Oops,” she sang again. Every “mistake” seemed to circle back to you — her tone just sweet enough to make you look like the one who didn’t have it together.

But she didn’t know the truth. These weren’t just idols you worked for. They were BigBang. Your boys. And they’d seen every thread you’d stitched for them, every late-night dye job, every quiet save. If she thought she could turn them against you… she was playing the wrong game.

As they adjusted the last things before going in stage, a warm hand caught your wrist. You turned, and it was Seung-hyun. His voice was quiet enough that only you could hear.

"Don’t let her get to you. We know who’s really been here for us all these years.”

Ji-yong glanced back from the doorway and added with a faint smirk, “We’ve got your back. Always.”

For the first time all day, your chest loosened. She could keep playing her little games...

You were irreplaceable.