mixtape | yoongi

0.3 - work

[edited 05/18/18]

[re-edited 09/01/18]

the next morning, isabella and i were up at 6 a.m., very punctually. i showered first since my work was further away, whereas bells literally worked at the place we slept at.

after we both were washed up and done up, courtesy of yours truly, isabella headed down to meet with her new employers, and i headed out with all of my supplies in a large bag and hailed a taxi to take me to the salon i was supposed to start at today. apparently it was a very high-end place that catered to many idols and high-end citizens.

once i reached the salon, i paid the taxi driver and got out, lugging my bag carefully on my shoulder. i entered the three story building, the little bell chiming over my head and signifying everyone close to the door of my arrival.

a tall, fashionable looking man came over and greeted me, though he looked a little confused.

"hello. um, how can i help you today, miss..?"

"oh." i blinked out of my initial shock and bowed slightly to him in greeting. "hello. i'm yang kiyoung. i'm the new stylist that's supposed to be starting today."

"oh!" the man looked pleasantly surprised. probably because it became obvious that my bag was, in fact, not filled with firearms. "it's lovely to meet you, kiyoung-ssi. you're actually half an hour early, so i'm sure the manager will be pleased. i'll take you to meet him and we can get you started."

"ah, yes, thank you." i smiled and followed behind him as he started to lead me.

"i'm chae minkyung, by the way. the manager seemed really pleased with your portfolio. when he looked through your sns videos and social media, he was really shocked at how good the work was. he talked about how excited he was to hire your for weeks." minkyung laughed, brushing his bangs behind his ear.

ah, he was pretty.

"oh, my little brother's name is minyoung. close to yours." i commented offhandedly, a soft blush spreading across my cheeks. i hated listening to people praise me. it made me feel very vain.

"really?" minkyung looked amused at my obvious topic change. "he's got a mix of both of our names. lucky kid."

i chuckled softly and readjusted my bag with a nod.

"well, here we are, kiyoungie. i'll be out here to meet with the two of you and head to your station."

i nodded and took a calming breath before knocking on the door that minkyung had led me to.

"come in!" came the immediate response.

i gathered my wits and opened the door, then closed it behind me.

"hello...? oh! you're kiyoung aren't you?"

i nodded shyly, but offered a smile.

"i thought i recognized your face. very sharp features. very memorable." he smiled and stood, offering me his hand in an almost awkward way. "i know you're from america, and you shake hands there, right?"

i laughed at his attempt but nodded and shook his hand before sitting down as he gestured for me to.

"i was so excited to hire you." he explained. "starting today, you'll be a stylist here. we cater to very classy people, idols, and very spunky people. i don't think you'll disappoint me any, so i think we can just get you situated. sound good?"

"yes, sir." i nodded confidently.

"sir makes me feel old, kiyoung-ssi. call me jinhan."

i gave a thumbs up before saluting him playfully. "okay jinhan-ssi."