Raspberry Red Teaser
Working on a set had somehow become Jasmine’s favourite thing to do.
Something about seeing the drawings and designs come to life felt surreal, it was like there was a beautiful sense of achievement in it becoming a real thing. Many artists loved for their ideas to come to life and Jasmine was so thrilled to see it happen.
Wearing overalls that were covered in paint and a banana with a pony tail, Jasmine was invested in the design on her iPad. She had spent hours on it, making it perfect. Despite being Korean, she really did love the aesthetic of Japan’s architect and design. A lot of her inspiration for this specific set steamed from the Asian neighbor, from beautiful samurai and night life of the country.
The set was filled with people, as the idols would be shooting later on in the day. Her interactions with the groups were limited, not that Jasmine really cared but it would be nice to discuss their ideas of what they wanted their music videos to look like.
“The idols are arriving on set now to get their make up on,” Someone said, “They really art beautiful,”
“None of them are my type,” Jasmine shrugged, looking between the screen and the set.
“You should get out more!” Yoonah was an older girl and the previous maknae in the arts department, she was dating someone from publicity, “Are do you have a secret lover back in America?”
Shaking her head, Jasmine blushed. Her love life was discussed quite a bit by the older staff members, most of them being married or dating long term and oozing for that young love aspect of life that had passed. Only two men had ever truly captured her heart. One was her now ex boyfriend, they’d broken up since she was moving to Korea and he’d been unable to deal with it, demanding she stay for him.
And of course, her high school best friend. A boy who originally had been her same height but suddenly became a sky scraper and had the worst long hair in existence that was constantly swept to the side. A boy who played volleyball and tried to teach her how to play the piano during all their sleepovers but was never successful. Someone she always wondered about.
“There’s no one in America,” Jasmine laughed, shaking her head, “I’d rather focus on my career, I’m a bit particular in my taste in men,”