False Impressions I Book 1: Lee Heeseung

Chapter 2: The Brewing Strife

"I have a scheduled one on one interview with Lee Heeseung at 11 o'clock."

The receving staff looked at her from head to toe, the kind of manner that disgust Aerin even more. 

"This is my first time seeing such journalist looking so bland. You're interviewing Lee Heeseung, the hottest guy in the world, with that look? What company are you in?" 

The sarcasm is so loud and Aerin tried to control her mouth that's about to blow up in profanity but looking at the massive amount of makeup the secretary's face have, she almost burst out laughing. Her face is whiter than her arms, so the mockery is invalid.

"I think looking plainly is better than looking uneven. Don't you think so?"

"Excuse me?!"

Holding that smirk is difficult, a light chuckle came out of Aerin's mouth that made the receptionist brows knit in annoyance.

"Second floor, room 204. Better go there first. The members are arriving in minutes and the security is getting tighter. They might think you're one of the crazy fans and send you out."

"But not with this." Aerin waved her company ID straight to the secretary's fuming face. "Thanks for accommodating. Have a nice day."

Aerin stormed out of the reception and hurriedly searched for the washroom. Her emotions are trying to get on her way again, messing everything once again.

In the vacous room, Aerin finally breathes out. She knows her armor plates are solid but somehow, the expressed opinion affected her, it sounds like an insult she never thought she'd hear.

Bland? Is she really?

Aerin searched something inside her bag and finds it fast, she was relieved. Holding that make up Jiah gave her is making her mind and heart battles unfairly. She's not wearing make up, just occasionally. She's embracing her natural look because she knows she has big, beautiful eyes and her nose has a natural, chiseled like tip - her biggest flex among her facial features. Putting that make up on means she lost her stand and accepted the secretary's mockery wholeheartedly.

"Ah, screw you all." she madly uttered.

Aerin finally applied it, bit by bit, as light as she wants it to be. She should've done it faster if only she didn't struggle putting on the eyeshadow. Whoever invented the product deserves to sleep in jail. Blending it is a pain in the ass. She too careful not to overdo it for she'll look like scowl with uneven purple glitters.

Then suddenly, she heard a commotion coming from the outside. Aerin took her stuff quickly and stormed out of the washroom but halted when a bunch of security greeted her sight. 

They are clearing the lounge to make way for their biggest talents and the company's milking cows. Not long enough, the mighty seven men will enter the building and fans screaming from the outside is stinging her ears.  Putting it all together doesn't make any sense.  Worshipping an idol is so sick and the thought made Aerin roll her eyes a little bit more.

"Stop right there. Make way for the artists!" someone shouted at her.

Aerin stopped and surprisingly pinned herself next to the wall. Was that really necessary? The way is so clear they could have put on a dance break.

"I need to take this elevator." she stated.

"I said do not move. Let them settle up first!"

"B-But--"

Aerin was cut short when the screams from the outside grow prominently loud. Everything around her moves in a lumbering pace. One by one, Enhypen members passed by her, so swift like high end cars.