Sweat drips down Wooyoung’s face. His baby hair slicking to his face. His chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

“Hey, can you get me a water?” He asks. You were his staff, and he was an idol. Obviously, he was very sweat and respectful.

Your job was to basically take care of his needs when he was preforming or doing something. You practically followed him around everywhere.