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[justify][font=andale mono][color=white]"And what am I supposed to do with her? I don't work with amateurs, Mr. Yeom." Came the complaint from between two soft, plump lips. "I work with professionals."
"Rest assured, Ms. Jeung, that she will be a professional in no time. That is why we have assigned you to work with her. You have made it very far in only a few years, and I think you will be able to relate to her. You are both around the same age." An older man, in his fifties or so, explained as he piled paperwork into his briefcase.
The young woman, labeled as Korina, allowed her bottom lip to bloat in an adorable (yet frustrated) pout. She folded her arms over her chest, perfectly manicured fingernails drumming against her forearm. "But Mr. Yeommmmmmmmmmm!" She whined, stretching out his name in the most annoying of ways. She stomped her foot on the ground, cerulean eyes narrowing into furious slits when the male dismissed her. She huffed, straightening out the wrinkles in her pencil skirt prior to standing.
"Fine." She turned away, her hips swaying as she exited the office space. Her stilettos 'clicked' and 'clacked' with each step after entering the tile floors in the building's restroom. She glued herself to the mirror, taking a seat on the edge of the sink to be more comfortable. She'd be there for a while. She looted her large designer purse, pulling out a bag of makeup. She was being forced to wait for their newest arrival, therefore she would freshen up her face.
Korina had been chosen to personally parade their next "big thing" around town. Although she was merely a stylist, she was considered a loyal member. Her father worked across the world in Los Angeles for the small private company. Big Hit Entertainment had been happy to take her in as soon as she graduated from her fashion college. They had sent her straight to work with Bangtan Boys, yet she had only been with them for a handful of shows until she'd gone home due to a family emergency.
Now her newest, and most official, project was showing around the new girl. Kori had the highest expectations for herself, as well as her subjects. She didn't know anything about the girl, hell she didn't even know her name! All she was told was that they were the same age, and had similar personalities. Yeah, sure.
An uproar of greetings from outside the bathroom caused her to drop her powder brush in surprise. She took a moment to collect herself prior to packing her things away. She opened the door, popping her pretty little head out to see what the fuss was. A crowd had formed around someone. But if it wasn't her then... Who?
Oh. It was the fresh meat. Rolling her orbs, she confidently walked up to the crowd, parting them by tenderly prying their shoulders. "Welcome! My name's Korina. Mr. Yeom chose me to be your best friend. I'm actually your stylist for any future shows, but I'm honestly so thrilled to be able to help you find your way around." She squeaked cheerfully, batting her long eyelashes at the newcomer. She wore a natural, friendly smile on her expression. She was accustomed to feigning emotions. It's how you progressed in this industry.
Kind on the outside, bitter on the inside.
{{ here's her biography -- xoxo }}
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