Work || Soohyuk and Jihye
Jihye smiles softly at one of the stylist's jokes, playing with her shirt as she giggles, making sure not to move too much since she was getting her makeup done. She glances around the room through the large, bright mirror, admiring all of the racks of clothing behind her. Nibbling on her lower lip nervously, her large eyes flicker to the clock. Only half an hour left. She silently scolds herself for being nervous, since she should be used to this; she does it every day. The only thing new about this shoot was that she would be collaborating with one of South Korea's most famous models, Lee Hyuksoo.
She had seen him all over, in magazines and on billboards, and as much as she was looking forward to meeting him, she was terrified at the same time. She wasn't special like he was, just another amateur model from a tiny company. Jihye puffs out her cheeks at the thought, her eyes flickering quietly to her lap. She wasn't good enough for this.. Not good enough at all. But she wasn't going to give up this opportunity, not for anything. She looks back up in surprise as the stylists finish, smiling slightly as she sees her reflection in the mirror. They hadn't overdone the makeup today; she actually looked like herself.
She nods as they tell her about how much fun she'll have, as if they could sense her nervousness. How sweet of them. Jihye smiles a little warmer, glancing around at them shyly but happily, carefully sliding from the chair and padding towards the racks of clothes.The dress they put her in causes a blush to crawl across her flawless cheeks; it was tight and dark and very flattering, but it was a rather short with a low neckline as well. She tugs the smooth, dark green material down self-consciously, feeling like a little too much of her was on display. At least she looked okay.. Right?
She takes a deep breath and turns to the mirror after letting the girls add jewelry, shoes, and other accessories, checking her reflection and blushing again at the exposure of her chest and legs from the form of the dress. If she was dressed like this, how would Soohyuk be dressed? She touches one of her raven, old Hollywood-style curls, nodding quietly but thankfully to the chattering stylists, slowly walking towards the door. She takes another deep breath as she steps out of the room, glancing around at all of the people bustling about. Here goes nothing.