Hyejin was running late, no other's fault than her own. She had overbooked herself that day, when she landed in Korea the day of the gala. She had scheduled one last photoshoot with a street-style artist she completely adored who was from Hongkong but wanted to get the vibes of the Korean street environment and so she spend her morning and afternoon driving around Seoul, making pit stops at more urban places where she deemed perfect for each of the outfits. The shots were going to be put in a magazine as well as their website so she didn't want them to be disappointing. After the whole shoot the artist wanted to take her and the crew out for drinks and it would've been incredibly rude of her to decline. After finishing three bottles she realized the time and calculated how long it would take to get ready for the gala and pick up her dress from dry cleanings, coming to the conclusion that the time was 'not enough' she told the artists that she had to go and thanked her for the drinks.
Speeding through Seoul and stopping at a bathhouse so she could shower the work smell of off her and then proceeded to go to a salon wo get her hair and makeup done. Nothing crazy, just beach waves and a neutral look. She was heading to the dry cleaners debating whether or not her work heels were okay enough to wear to the gala considering she didn't have her luggage with her and had no time to go back to the hotel she booked, she didn't bother changing them.
She got the dress and had asked if there was a changing room she could change in to which the owner said she could do it at the back. Once she had the dress on she bowed to the owner, thanked and paid him for his kindness and got in her Jeep Wrangler that she had transported along with her from London.
She had decided that her hiatus from the industry would be an indefinite one considering she wanted to do something different. It had been six years since she did this, every since junior year of college she had been getting offers and her popularity only grew with time, so much so that she had brands fighting over her and that she actually had the power to choose one over the other. It had been a crazy ride but she wanted to be less crazy for a change, see what else was out there.
When she got to the event, she checked her reflection one last time before adding matte red lipsticks and making her winged liner longer and thicker giving her cat like eyes and switching out her glasses for her hazel colored contact lenses. She gave her keys to the valet and entered holding a gold clutch that matched her gold heels. She wore an emerald green dress, in a tube style with a straight neck line and a slit running on her leg. her back was completely bare, exposing the toned muscles and silky skin she had. Her hair was in up 'do, clips hidden all around her head making sure her bob would stay in place and the bun wouldn't fall, exposing her long think neck a gold choker wrapped around it.
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The men and women couldn't help but keep their eyes on her the moment she walked in. She was a bit breathless, driving all around like crazy and trying but failing to make in time. Her eyes wandered over the unfamiliar faces, politely bowing and smiling at them, occasionally raising her glass towards people she recognized that were too far away until she was stopped by a world wide handsome man, standing in his white tux, his neck length, brown hair pushed back, offering his hand and a single dimpled smile "Ms. Song." He greeted and she took his offered hand, now walking beside him "Mr. Kim" as he led them to Bang PD-nim, also adorning a white suit with black as his accent color.
