Jennie, a 23 year old woman looking for a job after she left her modeling career for YG.
Wanting to get her life back on a 'perfect' track again, means boring and ordinary until she takes the position for Secretary in one of the biggest companies k...
Both Jennie and Jimin halt mid actions. She furrows her eyebrows, squinting her eyes slightly- did she hear it correct? Jennie asks herself as Jimin on the other hand, was entirely wide awake now, comprehending what he had said.
Jennie: What?
Jimin now started turning ruddy, the realization was hitting him deliberately as he had just legitimately gotten up from a nap, but still like a truck.
Jimin: I said no thanks. I'd like my schedule.
He hurriedly says, grabbing a few files as Jennie still stood shocked.
Jennie: Y-Yes, sir?
She tells more of a question to herself, slowly taking a step back and out the door.
As soon as the door was closed Jennie locates her hand onto her chest, biting her lower lip.
Did he just? Did she hear that correct? Or is her period affecting her hearing skills now? Jennie stood stunned in the middle of the hallway for maybe around 30 seconds, thinking what the hell just happened.
A few employees had passed her a few times and looked at her a bit unusual as she practically stood without blinking, eyeing at her office door.
Jennie: What...
She mumbles under her breath, finally taking sluggish steps towards her office. He did not. She repeats one more time in her head before immediately sitting down on her chair, finalizing writing of the few more events taking place on the day.
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Chaeyoung wails, plopping her body on the couch after switching her clothes into a much comfortable outfit.
Chaeyoung: Unnie, why? Why must I suffer?
She whines as her stylist, Yerin, chuckles softly, walking over to the couch Chaeyoung had laid flat on.
Yerin: Come here, rosèanne, you're gonna have your dress wrinkled from the back if you lay like that.
Chaeyoung: Unnie, I told you to just call me Rosie or Chae. Don't call me rosèanne it makes me feel like we're just workers, we're friends.
She says, sitting up altogether.
Yerin: I know, but your boss said that we're supposed to call you by the name you're known by among models, which is rosèanne park. At least when we're at work.
She smiles again as Chaeyoung rolls her eyes. She stands up from the couch, now standing tall in front of her short friend.
Yerin: Jesus. Alright, see you like your outfit, or do you wanna remake it?
Chaeyoung: Nah, it's cool. I really like it.
She smiles, looking at the dress hung on her body, reaching till her calves along with sleeves till her elbows and 2 buttons following down her chest. The small white flowers sprinkled on the yellow fabric was cute and attracted a more happy vibe, which she lived for.
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