"I think we might have found your JL." PD-nim says, handing out a USB to me.
Body tensing up, a cold sweat dripping off of my forehead, I bow then quickly ran off to the dorm.
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With my female friend on my computer, slightly dozing off due...
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Jungkook
"You got me worried Kookie! Don't do that!" Jihye shouts at me the next day that we see each other at the practice room.
"It's not my fault you guys overreact a lot." She hits my arm, "Shut up and stretch!"
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Jieun
Photoshoots, yet again. It gets the best of me in the worst times. I'm really worn out 'cause of Jungkook, in and out of my working station.
"Noona, could you blend the concealer more? It's a little unbalanced on this side?" Jungkook pointed to his right eye.
"Sorry, I'm a bit tired." He slightly pushed away the brush I was holding then stood up. He looked me in the eye and said,
"My roommate told me that you slept in the lounge yesterday. Were you that worried?" I shook my head. I didn't sleep there, I just napped. I didn't want anyone suddenly pulling my mask off so I walked back home; I told him that and he had an even sulkier face.
"It was ten degrees last night, why did you walk home? You could've just woken me up and had me drive you." I shoved him to his seat, rougher than I intended, not being able or not bothering to apologise or just mutter it under my breath.
"I didn't feel the need to wake you up, so I didn't." He sighed.
"Noona!" He called for the other make up artist who was cleaning brushes beside me,
"Could you take over, please? I think this noona right here needs a break." The female smiled and took over.
"Sleep tight J Noona!" He waved as the other make up artists pulled me to an empty room for me to rest in.
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Jungkook
"Have you ever wondered about her identity?" He asked. "I do, a lot, but, she's one of the best free lancer make up artist that you could call whenever. If she leaves because of a simple introduction asked by me, I won't forgive myself."
I nodded and allowed her to finish the rest of my make up. We had a ton of promotions after one of our company's trainees won an international competition way back in Japan.
Magazine covers, blogs, interviews, posters, you name it. I could feel our debut already. I smell the success and hear the fan chants already.
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Jieun
On second thought, being locked up in this room and given the freedom to sleep is a wish granted.
I wondered if I'd hate it. It's completely out of my mind now.
Konck. Knock.
"Excuse me, miss J, PD-nim is announcing the live singing for all the staff." The person didn't go inside but I already knew who she was.
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Drinking cold water, I tried making up excuses on why I shouldn't sing in front of PD-nim.
Camera shy? Socially awkward? I have a huge zit on my forehead? None of them would really work in this situation so I tried making myself have cough or at least a cold that would mess with my vocals a little bit.
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"So, uhm, PD-nim... what should I sing for you?" I say, gulping imaginary saliva in my desert-dry mouth.
With chapped lips, I put the microphone near them. "Surprise, I guess."
I sang some parts of the song I just wrote. Might have missed the large cameras on the side; now I can't upload this song in the net. My fans would be so devastated. It's been weeks since I chatted with them live, now I'm not releasing my song! Gah!
I mentally slap myself for looking foolish in front of my boss while singing. my voice was rougher due to the cold water but I'm pretty sure it wasn't enough to hide my distinct vocals.
"Thank you miss J." His secretary said, leading me outside.
