Tour [JK]

XLIX. S E C R E T S

I hope you stay around for a long, long time.

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O U T F I T

"I'm shaking," I whispered as we walked down the hallway to the Vogue photoshoot.

Ryung patted my back as he walked beside me, reassuring everything will be fine. "It will be fun. Trust me."

I woke up early, headed out to the gym, and got breakfast at a café near my house. Today was a productive day; we had the shoot and a couple of meetings afterwards.

I asked Rose to accompany me to the shoot for moral support and to provide me with hugs. Stressed Misun needs a lot of hugs. It's first front page, I was nervous and had the urge to pee every 5 minutes.

"Is it 2B?" Rose asked pointing at a door.

Ryung nodded. "That's it."

We walked inside the spacious room. It seemed more like a storage unit turned into a studio, as you enter you'd see several wooden boxes filled with all kinds of lights and camera equipment.

A whole crew of people were standing in front of the set as a couple of people did the finishing touches to the decoration.

There were flowers everywhere, all pastel colors laying over the white ground under the smoothing lights that touched each flower's petal.

It was beautiful.

I was too excited.

A woman around her 40s wearing a black suit came to us with a bright smile. Her short black hair was perfectly combed, suit impeccable and her big golden earrings made her look sophisticated. "Hello and welcome! My name is Heeyoung, Vogue Korea's producer. Misun, a pleasure to finally meet you," she kindly bowed as an assistant holding a notebook stood beside her.

"The pleasure is mine," I returned.

"You must be Ryung, her manager," she pointed out as Ryung nodded. "Perfect. You guys got here just in time. What an honor to have you here for our January front page."

"The pleasure is mine," I responded, trying not too sound too excited or unprofessional.

"Well what are we waiting for? Misun, if you could please pass to hair and makeup and then we'll start!"

Her assistant kindly guided us to a separate room where a couple of stylist were ready for me. I greeted each one of them as they motioned me to take a seat in one of the high leather chairs. I sat down as they began to brush my hair, applying various products.

"Feels weird not doing your makeup," Rose acknowledged as she sat on one of the forest green couches across from me, taking one of the Vogue magazines from the pile over the glass table.