a little crazy | winrina

- 1

It's a job a few of her friends recommended to her. Easy work they had told her. A lot of fetching coffee and stupid shit like that.

That's what Minjeong's expecting when she sends in her application to be a personal assistant on the set of some movie being filmed in town.

She doesn't expect to get an interview, really; there's bound to be a seemingly endless number of people dying to work on a movie set, and the other applicants are almost guaranteed to be more invested in the job. Minjeong's only applying because she'd been laid off a few days before the applications went online.

She can't even name the last movie she actually saw in theaters. That was probably years ago now.

But she isn't about to say no to a job, especially when she has a rent payment looming just around the corner and no steady source of income anymore. The email from someone or other's PA's PA requesting her presence for an in-person screening was a godsend for her, and despite all the shit she may have gotten in college from friends and acquaintances alike, she isn't stupid enough to turn down four to five months of pay, more-qualified and committed applicants be damned.

And that's why she's standing awkwardly outside of a trailer in what had used to be an empty lot while someone or other's manager rattles on about what behavior is expected of her if she gets the job. It had never occurred to her that she had applied to be a specific person's "on-site personal assistant" or that there were multiple different PA positions she could have applied for. Part of her wonders, for what feels like the thousandth time, what she's doing here.

Oh, right. Money, she remembers, wincing despite herself.

The manager raises a single eyebrow, but says nothing of it, continuing with her lecture. Minjeong had zoned out shortly after she started, and even though the manager looks like she's well-aware of it, it's too late in her speech for her to start now. Minjeong just nods every time she pauses, trying to look respectful anyway.

Her mind doesn't stop wandering until the manager shoves a clipboard under her nose.

"Please sign here, Ms Kim. It's a confidentiality agreement." The manager tells her, holding out a pen for her to take. She does so hesitantly, signing her name on the line marked with a large, red cross. "Alright then, it's time to meet Jimin. Come along."

She opens the trailer door, and holds it while Minjeong climbs the small set of stairs to the entrance and steps through the threshold.

The girl seated inside is easily one of the most beautiful people Minjeong had the pleasure of meeting, and Minjeong nearly chokes on her own spit at the sight of her. The manager, who had followed her into the trailer before letting the door swing shut, walks around her and hands the girl the clipboard in her hands.

"Kim Minjung?" The girl asks, looking up to meet Minjeong's eyes and nearly giving her a heart attack in the process. Of course a celebrity would have a lovely voice to go along with her gorgeous face. Some people are just born perfect.

"It's Minjeong, actually." Minjeong stutters out, certain she's turning pink.

"Minjeong?" Jimin repeats, smiling when Minjeong nods. "That's a beautiful name. I'm Yu Jimin. It's a pleasure to meet you." She says, holding out a hand.

Minjeong steps closer to the other girl, careful not to trip on the trailer's carpet and takes the hand. "The pleasure's all mine."

The handshake lingers a little longer than Minjeong used to, so she snatches her hand back as soon as she feels Jimin's grip on her hand loosen. Linking her hands behind her back, she shakes her hand out, frowning slightly at how it's still tingling from the contact.