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"Welcome to Guc- Morning Ms. Kim,"
Her shoes clicked on the marble floors as she passed the front desk, waving a small greet at the intern who stared in awe. She entered the elevator, sliding her ID across a small beeper before pushing into the 5th floor button; the photography studio.
She stepped out of the elevator, the sound of her heels ringing through the air. Almost everyone stopped their previous actions to stare as she entered the set, the large room filled of loud noises echoing constantly. She walked past the gaping crowd and neared a door that was on the left of the set, where a label was stuck to the door.
Kim Eunhee
She settled down into her seat, groaning in exhaustion and closing her eyes.
"Good morning to you too, you ball of sunshine." A sarcastic voice chuckled from behind her, and she turned to face her co-worker, Kim Taehyung. The tall figure was sitting across the room with his legs spread on the couch in front of him, his phone nestled in his hands.
"How many times have I told you not to barge into my dressing room? You have your own might I remind you." She scolds, giving the man a glare while running her hands through her hair while he shuffles to stand up.
"Well I can't help it, I'm always so lonely and sad in my dressing room. I need you Euns, you're my only friend here." He pouts, casually propping his arms on her shoulders, dropping his upper body weight on her figure.
"Bullshit. I swear you flirt with every single employee- even the guys; and I think Taehyung minus socializing equals zero." She breaks through his act and stares at the gray haired man with empty eyes.
He grins, "Wow, I understand why you're such a famous model; you hold such an empty gaze that its captivating," Taehyung purred, his hands reaching up to pull a few hairs behind her ear.
"Out."
"What? No, Mihyun isn't here yet and that means I'm alone in my room!"
"We have JOBS Taehyung!"
"Yeah, looking good all the time."
"KIM TAEHYUNG."
"Fine fine I'll leave. Just don't be miserable when you realize I've died from too much solitary in my own dressing room."
She let out a frustrated sigh before realizing that she was safe from Taehyung's too-bright-to-be-human morning buzz before sliding down into her seat again and relaxing in the air-conditioned room that she called her second home.
She heard the door click but didn't bother to turn her head in the laziness and weariness. "Kim Taehyung if you dare enter this room again I will not be afraid to ruin that pretty face of yours."
A soft giggle came from the direction of the door and she turned in her chair to be faced with her makeup artist, Kyungmi. The girl was leaning on the door frame, amusement glinting in her eyes as she watched Eunhee's eyes droop in relief.
"I'm real glad I'm not Kim Taehyung right now." The blonde grinned, shutting the door behind her and dropped her bags into a shelf in the room. Kyungmi hopped onto the couch and shifted Eunhee so that her head would be settled on the blonde's shoulder comfortably.
"What's so tiring today?" Kyungmi questioned, chuckling when she heard a small mumble from the model.
"Don't mumble, I can't understand anything you say." She sighed, letting her body drop onto her friend's.
"Why did I become friends with Taehyung? He's too energetic in the morning and compared to my living corpse, I don't think we're the best match." She groaned, not caring if her hair was looking like a bird's nest at this point.
"This is why you have me to bring you tea everyday." Kyungmi hummed while shuffling over to her bags and taking out a common white plastic convenience store bag. She bent down to the height of the mini fridge and popped it open and started to transfer the cans into the fridge. When she was done she stepped towards Eunhee and held a teal green can in the front of her face.
"Green Tea with Ginseng and Honey." Kyungmi flashed a smile before laughing out loud at the small "Give" that came from Eunhee.
They were both drinking out of the bright green cans before Kyungmi's eyes widened, her phone in her hand in an instant.
"We have a new photographer by the way, a permanent one." Kyungmi read off her phone, squinting while scrolling through her messages.
"A new one? What happened to Jinyoung?" She blinked, curious.
"Nothing, it's just that this new photographer is really famous, and the ol' man wants his addition to the company."
