“Where are all the damn needles in this place?”
You shuffled through drawers and bags searching for your sewing materials.
“Are you done yet?” you heard a scream
You finally spotted your sewing needle and began to patch up the ripped pair of jeans.
“Yes! I’m finished!
You threw the pants over the curtain and within 2 seconds, out stepped Lee Joon.
“How do I look?” he questioned
His fishnet top, paired with a black blazer and black, holeless, jeans looked memorizing on his body.
“Great Mr. Lee! Just how I imagined! But you really need to stop doing splits all the time.These pants have been ripped like 4 times already.”
He was quickly rushed onto the stage as he gave you a thumbs up.
“Thank’s Noona!”
You cringed.
I’m not a Noona.
You began to make your way towards the stage and watch MBLAQ perform.
As hours past, you grew tired. You moved back to your work station and gathered all your push-pins, and extra fabric.
You closed all of your make up materials and placed them into your carry-on bag.
You struggled as your put your bag on your back, and all your other miscellaneous things in your hands.
“See ya later!” you announced as you made your way to the exit.
“Can you fix our make up? We have to go to an after party!” screamed Thunder.
You rolled your eyes.
I guess I won’t be sleeping tonight.
You had to go to your 2nd job as a bartender at 12:30am.
You looked at your watch. 11:15pm.
“Sureeeee.”
You proceeded to set down all your things and take out make up kit.
“Thunder, you’re first. The rest of you, go change out of your clothes and wait for your turn.”
You flawlessly touched up everyone’s make up.
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“Joon! We’ll meet you in the car!” projected G.O.
Why is all of MBLAQ so damn loud?
You squeezed the BB cream onto the back of your hand and said,
“I use BB cream on your skin because you don’t have many imperfections. It gives you a non-caked on image.”
Joon smiled.
“All done.”
You packed up your make up kit and looked to your left.
And they’re dirty too..
You made your way to pick up all of the clothes that we’re left on the floor.
“Do you like your job?” asked Joon randomly
“I guess.. I mean yeah. I dreamed about being a makeup artist since I was 11 years old.”
“Oh. You just don’t seem happy..”
“Trust me, I’m ecstatic.” You answered sarcastically
“I just haven’t been sleeping all too well.”
You made an effort to keep your bartender job a secret. You didn’t want anyone to know the that make-up/ designer was a struggling African-American women trying to make ends meet.
“Why’d you come to Korea?”
“Well.. to be honest. I followed my ex-boyfriend here.. He was a photographer.”
“What happened?”
“It didn’t work out. But it’s fine, I love working here!” you smiled as you hung up the last shirt.
You could see Joon studying you from his chair.
“Aren’t your brother’s waiting for you? You better hurry.”
“Yeah. Do you need a ride?”
“No. I’m fine. I doubt your managers would be happy to drive me home.”
“…Okay.. bye!”
“Bye, Mr. Lee.”
