"Where Is It? What Do I Do?"

"Where is it? What do I do?"

@scftlightz // random starter from Sorom

But her boss wasn't the worst person in the world. Hana could see how stressed Seoyun would get at work, how particular she was, how...demanding she could be. At the end of the day, all Seoyun had was Hana and ultimately trusted the assistant with so much.

"I can't leave," she said after a moment of breathing to calm down the little rant she'd let out. "Oddly enough, for as particular as she is, she's actually really smart. She isn't nice, but she cares if that makes sense...I think I just need a vacation." Hana leaned her elbows on the table and pressed her face in to her palms, messing up her hair in the process. "Cleo, can we run off somewhere for the weekend?"

" every time you talk about your boss, she sounds like the worst person in the entire world . . . i'm willing to bet you're like her millionth personal assistant, unnie, " a soft chuckle leaves cleo's lips as tattooed & ring - clad fingers flick the end of her cigarette before opting to stomp it out. the last thing she wanted was for hana to get into any more trouble with the woman she worked for. cranium tilts & her arms cross over her chest, the busy streets of south korea acting as background music to their conversation. " is it really that bad ? " the artist frowns. " — you should just quit. the owner of this shop has like five more; i bet he could use an assistant ! "

It was awkward. Painfully. Doyun peeked at the open door and wondered if she should pretend she had things to do, or accept the offer. He as probably just being polite since she'd taken the time to stop by -- really, she wasn't expecting them to start back up again.

"Okay." Putting on her smile, Doyun steps inside his apartment and peeks around as if she hadn't been there before. She didn't take any more steps in since she was now invited it as a stranger, not a girl he had been seeing. When really, all she wanted to know was why the communication had suddenly stopped. If she'd done something that upset him that caused the lapse in their meetings, or if he'd found someone else. Not that it mattered -- but to her, it did. "Coffee this late in the afternoon?"

            it wasn't like wonjoo decided to ghost her because of anything she's shown to him in the amount of time they've known each other. if anything, it had just been a couple of crazy months for him and his father constantly telling him he needed to help out more on the corporate side of the company instead of delivering boxes. that, and the guilt of him not telling her the truth about his real identity was eating at him.

even so, he appreciated the gesture, even bowing his head once as he takes the bag from her, listening attentively, " oh, damn, you really didn't have to. but thank you noona, i appreciate this . . and you. i will use it well. " he answers, clearing his throat and feeling the awkward air envelop them, " do you . . do you want to come in ? i was just about to make coffee. " he inquires, stepping aside and holding his apartment door open for her.

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"Your dad already paid." Probably too much, too. The longer she worked the quicker she found that more and more people were starting to flock towards her designs, probably thanks to his family actually giving her a chance. But that wasn't why she liked working for them; no matter how busy, she always made time in her schedule for him.

Sorom followed him to the mirror and watched as he admired the fit, though she was admiring him and not the clothes anymore. Then that smile. Thankfully another wrinkle developed (which she would have usually hated) and she was back in front of him, both hands on his bicep and forcing him to straighten up again. "I might have to alter this -- or you'll have to stand this straight all night." Though she still hadn't pulled her hands off. Actually, they stayed right there without her even realizing she was still touching him, her thumb gently tracing over the silk back and forth a few times. Her crush on him, at this point lasting months, was starting to get ridiculous.

 standing  there  while  being  dolled  up  by  the  clothing,  sorom  always  loved  to  dress  him  in.  getting  his  clothes  taylored  and  fitted  by  her.  ❛  yeah  it's  for  a  charity  party,  i  don't  really  care  about  the  guests  coming  but  my  dad  said  that  i  need  to  look  fancy  and  i  know  i  can  always  trust  you  on  making  me  look  good.  ❜    hyunwoo  lets  out  a  chuckle  as  his  eyes  try  and  follow  sorom  moving.  ❛  all  done  ?  okay  let  me  go  see.  ❜  he  says  and  moves  to  stand  in  front  of  the  mirror  and  just  like  he  had  thought,  sorom  never  missed  on  anything.  his  outfit  was  perfect,  neat  and  something  straight  up  from  those  expensive  stores  but  this  was  more  personal  and  meant  more  than  anything.  ❛  you  have  done  it  again,  noona.  ❜  he  says,  turning  his  body  and  smiling  as  he  was  checking  himself  out  and  then  turning  to  look  over  at  her.  ❛  you  really  should  work  in  big  companies  you  know,  like  make  your  work  be  out  there.  ❜  always  praising  her  and  the  work.  ❛  has  my  dad  said  anything  about  the  payment  ?  did  he  pay  already  ?  ❜

"Almost done."

Sorom smoothed out the shirt on Hyunwoo's back to get out the last stubborn wrinkle from his posture. She gently pressed her palms in the middle of his shoulders to have him stand up straighter, as if he wasn't tall enough. Then she was walking back to his front and examining the outfit she'd put him in with a satisfied smile on her face.

"This will work," she said, pleased with the design she'd spent the last three nights working on. "Your parents requested something more elegant than your usual. Hopefully they'll be pleased with this." Sorom reached up and moved a piece of his hair out of the way. She was always fussing with something. Hyunwoo was like her own personal model -- she loved it whenever she was hired to put an outfit together for him.

"There. All done."

@blackcardz // starter from Sorom