Cinematic/L.DH

005

Film bitches

Daeun
Who tf convinced me to do this???
I can't do this
Stopppp I'll die 😔😔😔

Ryu
Nooo
Don't die ur too hot 😥😘
The kids will miss u too much 😔

Danny
I will??

Ryu
I have the password for all your
socials.

Danny
I will!!**
Liked by Ryu

Sunny
But you were so excited yesterday??
You got this dae!!!
Also Danny
Why does Ryu have the passwords to
your socials???

Ryu
Cuz I have to look after my son???
He's not old enough to manage his own
accounts yet

Sunny
He's not actually your son???

Danny
🤷‍♂️

Ryu
HOW COUKD YOU BE SO CRUEL
💔💔😖😖😰😰

Sunny
Dae you got this.
Ur better than half the people in that
fancy building
Believe in yourself.

Danny
believe 🙌

Ryu we
You got this babe 😘🥰❤️

Daeun
😔

Fumbling with her lanyard Daeun walked cautiously through the large building, swiftly avoiding the elevator and walking straight to the stairs. As she navigated the hallways, she focused on her breathing, her nervous thoughts swirling. She gripped the box of her possessions tightly in her hands.

She quickly found her way to her designated room. She took a deep breath before knocking on the door and stepping in. She quickly looked around spotting a few people rushing around and some people sat at their desks.

"Ah, you must be Jeon Daeun?"A lady quickly approached her, greeting the younger girl.

Daeun nodded at the woman. "Nice to meet you."

The lady quickly introduced herself before escorting Daeun to a slightly smaller room with several computers, cameras, and a large whiteboard.

"You'll be working in the production unit. Over there, you will find your desk." She gestured to one of the corners of the room. "Now if you need anything feel free to either come find me or ask anyone in your department, they should be arriving shortly."

She nodded politely at the woman, thanking her as she walked out. Walking over to her desk she looked around, glancing at the desks around her.

She sighed as she placed the few items she had brought onto her desk. A small mug in which she dropped a few pens, her notebooks and finally a small picture of her and her friends. She brushed the frame of the picture, smiling at the fond memory.

As Daeun settled into her chair, she took a quick moment to observe the room around her. The room was clearly a space which was designed to induce creativity, the walls covered in sketches and notes, a desk piled high with several mood boards. A large whiteboard stood covered in a detailed spider diagram outlining plans and several doodles, as if someone had been using it for both technical work and to relieve clear boredom. There seemed to be an undeniable energy in the air, a kind of organised chaos that seemed to buzz with potential.