"Hi Em, We have an unusual pet-sitting client who called today," La tells her partner from their Exotic pet-sitting company, One True Heaven Exotics Pet Sitters. They have already established themselves as the celebrities' go-to pet-sitting service.

"Oh? What is it this time, a pet sting ray or a pet tarantula?" You can hear the excitement in her voice. The more unusual, the more excited she gets.

'Let's not talk spiders; I mean, Harry was cute in a scary kind of big fuzzy spider way, but no. This time, we are crab sitting."

"What? What kind of crab sitting? Who needs a crab sitter anyway?"

"Are you sitting down, Em?"

"Yeah, why?" she asked, confused that you wanted to know if she was sitting.

"The person we are pet sitting for adores his little crab friends but has to go on tour with his group . . ." you are interrupted and smile.

"Wait . . . wait!! You can't possibly mean Kim . . ."

You finish for her "Nam Joon."

Silence. You hear no reaction from her. "Em, are you there? Dammit, did the call drop?" You quickly look at your phone, and the call is still active. "Emily, Em?"

You put your phone on speaker and sit it on your desk to pull up the notes from Mr. Kim's manager.

"Em, are you conscious yet?" You try not to giggle at her fangirling over Namjoon.

You hear movement, and then she speaks, "Yeah, sorry...um, we are pet sitting for THE Kim Namjoon!?"

"Yes, his manager just called and wants us to meet Mr. Kim at his apartment tomorrow. I have the passcode to go through the gate, and the guards will add our names to the list. He wants to introduce us to his pet crabs. Oh, and you will never believe this."

"What! What, tell me!" You can practically feel her enthusiasm over the phone.

"He wants one of us to be there at all times and . . ." She interrupts you in her excitement.

"We, we get to stay there? We get to stay in his home?!" you hear a soft thud and sigh.

"Em, hun . . . I'm coming over." 

'I knew we should have talked about this in person.' 

"If you're starting to recover from your faint but just can't reach your phone, I want you to know I am on my way. Bye."

You quickly grab your purse and keys, lock the office door, and drive to Em's apartment which happens to be next to yours. That evening, over takeout, you discuss your plans for crab sitting.

You pick Em up the following day and drive to Mr. Kim's gated apartment complex. You can see Em fidgeting and her fingers in constant motion, picking at the hem of her skirt and twirling her fingers around strands of hair. 

You reach over and gently hold her hand, currently twisting her hair. "Stop, Em. You don't want to meet Mr. Kim bald now, do you?" You playfully tease her, and she lets go of her silky, long hair.

She sighs, "I'm just so nervous. I can't help it."

"I understand. I don't know if I'm nervous or just plain scared." You both laugh. "I think this is our biggest celebrity to date." You tell her.

Em sighs and whispers dreamily, "To date."

You laugh, "Stop, silly. We're almost there."

"Do you think we will meet any of the others?" She hopefully asks.

"I don't know. But I sure wouldn't mind meeting Min Yoongi."

This time, it's your turn to sigh as you dreamily say, "Sweet and spicy Meow Meow."

Em laughs at you, "Sweet and spicy?"

"Huh, what?" You look at her, confused, as you stop at the gate to the complex.

"You called Yoongi sweet and spicy like he is food to eat or something." She laughs even more now but stifles her laughter as you let down the window to speak to the guard.

While at his home, the manager speaks with you, as Namjoon seems to have taken a liking to Em. You smile as you watch him gently place his hand on her lower back to guide her to where the crab habitat is.

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