She’s pretty, young, and thin, all legs, and Yujin imagines she probably looked just as much the same a year or two ago.
New Girl is clearly lost.
No one offers to help, and Yujin sizes her up from her makeup chair, the uncertainty of not having anyone to direct her making New Girl falter, glancing around, skittish.
Their eyes meet.
Yujin expects New Girl to look away first, but she stares right back instead. She sees New Girl straighten up, shoulders firmly set, and start making way towards her.
Maybe New Girl thinks Yujin could be a friend.
“I’m Jang Wonyoung.”
Wonyoung smiles at her.
Yujin bares her teeth.
Up close, New Girl is even prettier.
She’s close enough that Yujin can see her pores, the few small whiteheads dotting the side of her nose, barely noticeable if not for the redness there, the girl clearly having picked at it. Her teeth are nice and straight and white except for the bit of red lipstick on her left incisor.
Yujin can’t say she likes the color.
“An Yujin.”
She raises an eyebrow questioningly, feeling the barbell shift as she does, still not used to the piercing even though it’s been a month already. She hadn’t quite minded at the time when management suggested it. It’ll make you edgy. So Yujin had gotten her hair cut short, pierced her eyebrow, and started wearing more black.
Wonyoung is dressed in clothes and heels that look like they don’t fit her quite right, stuff that Yujin used to wear. Pretty, but forgettable. Yujin admits that she looks gorgeous all the same.
“First shoot?”
Wonyoung tenses up, and Yujin pretends not to notice.
“Second.”
“You can follow me today if you want.”
Yujin slips out of the chair as the makeup noona finishes, gaze flicking upwards to look Wonyoung in the face with sincerity.
“You’ll be great.”
She tries to sound reassuring. It works for the most part. Wonyoung lights up with a naivety that delights her, and Yujin bites her lip hard enough to sting. To hold her tongue.
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She’s pretty, young, and thin, all legs, and Yujin imagines she probably looked just as much the same a year or two ago.
New Girl is clearly lost.
No one offers to help, and Yujin sizes her up from her makeup chair, the uncertainty of not having anyone to direct her making New Girl falter, glancing around, skittish.
Their eyes meet.
Yujin expects New Girl to look away first, but she stares right back instead. She sees New Girl straighten up, shoulders firmly set, and start making way towards her.
Maybe New Girl thinks Yujin could be a friend.
“I’m Jang Wonyoung.”
Wonyoung smiles at her.
Yujin bares her teeth.
Up close, New Girl is even prettier.
She’s close enough that Yujin can see her pores, the few small whiteheads dotting the side of her nose, barely noticeable if not for the redness there, the girl clearly having picked at it. Her teeth are nice and straight and white except for the bit of red lipstick on her left incisor.
Yujin can’t say she likes the color.
“An Yujin.”
She raises an eyebrow questioningly, feeling the barbell shift as she does, still not used to the piercing even though it’s been a month already. She hadn’t quite minded at the time when management suggested it. It’ll make you edgy. So Yujin had gotten her hair cut short, pierced her eyebrow, and started wearing more black.
Wonyoung is dressed in clothes and heels that look like they don’t fit her quite right, stuff that Yujin used to wear. Pretty, but forgettable. Yujin admits that she looks gorgeous all the same.
“First shoot?”
Wonyoung tenses up, and Yujin pretends not to notice.
“Second.”
“You can follow me today if you want.”
Yujin slips out of the chair as the makeup noona finishes, gaze flicking upwards to look Wonyoung in the face with sincerity.
“You’ll be great.”
She tries to sound reassuring. It works for the most part. Wonyoung lights up with a naivety that delights her, and Yujin bites her lip hard enough to sting. To hold her tongue.
Yujin can’t wait to eat her up.
Fresh meat.