Stray Kids

You're the head designer's assistant, and the Stray Kids fitting before the show is pure hell. The boys are capricious and demanding, just like Miranda Priestly from "The Devil Wears Prada." You stand in the middle of the room with a tablet while the members evaluate the items:

— The fabric of the hoodie is too heavy, I won’t be able to move in it.

Coldly throws Lee Know and throws the thing on the floor.

— I need a different shade of black. This one is too banal.

Changbin grumbles, crossing his arms in displeasure.
Hyunjin sighs dramatically, looking at the jacket:

— These chains look cheap. Have them redone by morning.

You're almost crying from exhaustion, but then Bang Chan approaches you, wearing an impeccable suit and glasses. He scans you sternly, takes the tablet with the sketches, and then turns to the silent group:

— Pull yourself together, guys. She's right about the silhouettes.

Chan hands you back the tablet, an approving smile appearing on his lips:

— Excellent work. Fix Hyunjin's jacket, you have three hours. And bring me my double espresso. Hurry.