* // ghost ! (ap)

(not that anyone cares but for the few people that were wondering - instead of answering asks i’ll just address it here at 5am)

“Ah— yes, well.. I know you’re only joking, but now I regret not bringing anything,” he replied honestly. Food usually lightened up a situation, or at least brought some comfort, since every person on the planet had their favorites that made them feel better. Then again, Hyunwoo can faintly pick up on the fact that something is wrong; he assumes he can, at least, since he hated to assume and denied what he picked up on until there was more proof, and that he wasn’t just fretting over nothing.

“A fashion line?” And just like that, the actor decides that he’s over-worrying, ignoring the odd feeling in the pit of his stomach and writing it off as anxiety. “I haven’t heard, actually. I don’t keep up with the news much anymore.” He actually hardly ever did, which had to do with the fact that half the ‘news’ spread around was gossip or things that just didn’t catch his attention: debuts, drama, and dating speculations. Had he known the other had such a big project coming up, he would have visited sooner

“But, congrats, I wish you would’ve told me. I could have brought us a bottle of champagne to celebrate,” he chuckled. Hyunwoo brought some focus to the subject instead of interrogating his friend. She probably heard enough lately about how tired she looked. “Or, we can go out for a drink?” he suggested less surely. “Then again.. I’m sure you’re not in the mood to avoid being seen. I can fetch a bottle really quick.”

The voice penetrates her eardrums, causing her to get a little flustered in a way. Out of shyness, embarrassment..? Possibly even feeling inferior? She didn’t really know. All she could tell at the moment, was that this woman was someone much higher up than her. Someone who knew about the business, someone who knew how to carry herself and get what she wanted. Jisoo was starstruck, she had to admit that. But, then again, she’d been starstruck since debut. There were just so many people in the industry that she had met, or had yet to meet, with so much talent. So much potential, and she had to admit that it was going to be a hard thing to live up to. 

She believed in herself though. She believed in Black Pink, and she knew that they’d be able to achieve all the dreams that they’d set for themselves. It just definitely wasn’t an overnight process. It wasn’t like that for anyone.

“I believe you!” She quickly managed to stutter out, her hands coming up to show that she wasn’t lying at all, and a few bows were also given to show her utmost respect for whoever this person was. Which..she was sure she’d find out soon enough. “I am actually. I’m Jisoo of Black Pink..have you heard of us? Please support us, if you haven’t!”

⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ( * ☽ ) ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ THE ANSWER TO THIS QUESTION WAS ALWAYS TROUBLESOME. They did sound like something familiar. Another manufactured idol group systematically churned out and released into the world - all too forgettable, to Soomi. It just wasn’t her style. And maybe they weren’t her cup of tea, and ended up somewhere on the back burner of her mind, getting charred along with the rest of the unimportant memories. Anyway. Be pleasant, Mimi. “Blackpink.” she repeats, eyebrows furrowing as she nods vaguely (as if she knows). “Sounds familiar. I’ll... support, from afar, if that’s really want you need.” It was meant to come off as a joke, but the way it falls off her tongue probably made it sound worse than that. Regardless, she switches the hand her water bottle is held in, running the now free one through silk-like hair and tossing it over to the side. “So, did you need to know anything specific or are you just bored enough to talk to someone like me?”

“I know I haven’t really done a lot of modelling but that’s due to the fact that most times I’m behind the camera instead of in front of it, but these are some of my best shots! And you could always contact the photographers, I’ve never gotten any complaints or anything!” Nari clutched the portfolio, she’d thrown herself into her work for Nylon without much thought because there were no modelling gigs that she felt were right for her until this one came along. “I have all of their contact information if that would be something you’re willing to do that, please? I really love your work and it would be a dream come true!” She gives the other a hopeful smile, not usually one to beg but being that fashion was one of her true loves, hence her taking the Nylon job with no questions asked, she wasn’t taking any chances. “Please? This would be the opportunity of a life time…”

⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ( * ☽ ) ⋅ ⋅ ⋅  BEING THE BOSS ISN’T AS GLAMOROUS as everyone made it out to be. You have to make tough calls. You have to make the tough decisions. Decisions that can make or break you, and decisions that can make or break other people. And as lustful as she is for power, this isn’t exactly what she wants. Because she hates this kind of thing, really. The eagerly skilled hopeful employees who practically beg her to make them, to give them a chance. Not only does she hate the concept of them, but moreso she hates having to turn them down. Having to see the look of devastation etched out on their features. Having to tell them that they just didn’t make the cut, shattering their dreams with her own two hands as if it is something easy to do. How some someone cope with that? How do they get used to that? Sympathetic eyes watch the young woman in front of her as she talks and talks and talks, mouth slightly agape as she nods. Gracefully. She’s been trained to do even things like that gracefully. Dismissive silence hangs in the air between them for a long moment because Soomi is considering - and there is a lot to be considered. “Okay,” she finally says, “come with me. I’ll do some test shots on you, really simple things. I want to see what you’re made of. Then I’ll decide.” And with that she’s turning around, dark brown strands whipping around along with her only to fall back into place as she begins to walk out of the lobby, long legs carrying her pretty quickly. “But I’m no agency, just so you know. A lot of people came in with that kind of misconception, but I’m not offering that much. Do you have one that I can maybe contact too, or are you a freelance model?”

!! @mysvmi

“If you’re not gonna put on more clothes, you’re gonna attract perverts, you know.”

Send me ☆ + a question!Accepting ! // @vuranos.

“Feels like I’m alone. It doesn’t feel like anything, really. It just feels like I’m… alone. Sometimes I find solace in that. It’s nice to get away from people every once and a while because they are annoying. Sometimes, I get bored. But it doesn’t really feel like… anything. Hm. I ‘unno.”

Send me ☆ + a question!Accepting ! // @yeorisms.

“ ‘Throw hands’ as in, straight up fight someone? Every single day. You ever show up to work on time but still end up getting everything done late because of incompetent staff members? Or have you ever had that one rude waitress who gets angry at you for getting angry at them for being an absolute airhead? Ever had her decide to change jobs one day and show up to the company you were currently signed up at the time like she didn’t know you worked there and didn’t like her in the first place? The nerve… Try running a professional and successful business when the person who shares most of the responsibilities with you is a fuckin’ asshole, though. Then you’ll  REALLY want to fight. I just want to fight him all the time, to be honest with you. And my temper is becoming a worry of mine. But as long as I can keep it together… Nobody has to get hurt, right?”

Send me ☆ + a question!Accepting ! // @obsidvn.

“Ugh, how depressing. I don’t really have regrets, though. I’m one of those people that thinks that all things happen for a reason. Even if they’re bad, you’re better off with that thing happening. Even if it ruins your life, well, if that’s where you’re meant to be at then you’re better off that way. Now, I could sit here and lie, say something weepy and crybaby-esque, like–… ah, I really regret losing contact with most of my friends. I regret not keeping the only person valuable in my life updated with things. I regret that I’ve borderline lost her, and I wish things were different. But what good is wishing? Who cares if I lose her anyway? It opens another path in life that I just have to take, and that within itself implies that I have no real say in it. The power controlling us is cruel like that. What’s the point of regretting it and losing sleep over it? That’s weak. And sleep is valuable!”