tags/warnings; dubious consent, noncon touching, mirror kink, hickies, praise kink, squirting, aftercare
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If you told Jisoo three weeks ago that she'd be standing just outside of the office of one of the best up-and-coming fashion designers, she'd probably laugh. She was still so new to modeling, knew that she hadn't even perfected her walk yet, and she also had a bit more "cushion" (as her mom likes to say) than most of the other models.
All to say: Jisoo really wasn't someone the fashion industry looked towards as the future of modeling.
So one could imagine her surprise when she received a call from Jennie Kim's personal assistant to come in for a fitting. She was eating breakfast, scrolling through her Instagram when she received it, and nearly choked on her bagel when the feminine voice on the other end introduced herself. Since then, she's been eagerly awaiting the time for her appointment with Ms. Kim.
And that's how she ended up here. Nervously twirling her hair as her knee jostled with each passing second.
"Ms. Kim? Jennie is ready for you now."
The receptionist stood from her desk, smiling warmly at Jisoo. She could do this. Confidence, Jisoo! She took a moment to breathe, inhaling slowly before exhaling. Then she slapped her hands onto her cheeks. She was ready. She could do this!
When the door opened, Jennie Kim was just about everything she could have imagined and more.
She had a pair of stoic cat eyes, wearing chanel from head to toe. Everything about her appearance was expensive and intimidating. Surprisingly, however, it seemed to work for her. As soon as she entered, Ms. Kim turned towards her, and her lips spread into a bright grin. Jisoo gave a nervous smile in return and bowed slightly in greeting.
"Hello, Ms. Kim! Thank you for this opportunity," she stammers. Her voice felt too loud and awkward in the quiet space. Her heart was pounding and she could already feel her face and ears growing warm under the designer's gaze. She flinches when Kim begins to laugh.
"Welcome! Please, just call me Jennie. Everyone does." She approaches Jisoo, still wearing her bright grin, and reaches out a hand for Jisoo to shake. Once she does, Jennie walks back to her desk. "Have you ever done any fit model work before?"
"No, I haven't. Is that an issue?"
"Not at all," Jennie reassures. "I just like to do the fit work on my actual models. It makes sure the outfits fit a little better so both you and the clothing can pop." Once she was back at her desk, Jennie grabs a folder and places it near the edge. "Please, sit down and feel free to look through the folder."
Jisoo did as she was asked, moving forward to take a seat in the plush chair in front of her desk as she grabbed the folder to glance through it. Once she opened it she found that there were pictures and sketches of Jennie's outfits inside. Even now she was in awe of the ideas she had.
"I didn't expect it'd be possible for you to outdo yourself, but you always do," Jisoo compliments as she continues to look through the drawings.
"No need to flatter me," Jennie laughs as she walks around to look over Jisoo's shoulder at the pictures. Before Jisoo had any chance to speak up and tell her she meant it, Jennie was reaching down to grab one of her designs. "I like to let my models choose which dress they'd like to wear. I think you'd look great in this light green one, personally."
Jennie held the dress she was talking about in front of Jisoo so she could look at it. It looked like it was made of tulle, wrapping around her neck and plunging down in a deep V before it bunched up around her waist and flowed down; shorter in the front than it was in the back. Looking closer she could even see different flowers sewn into the fluffy layers of material.
