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yuradorkable replied to your post:[text to: unknown] Hi, is that my partner for the project in fashion & design?
[text to: unknown] Oh dear, I’m so sorry, I think the number the university gave me was wrong. I’m really sorry! I hope I didn’t bother you!
⊰ sms; unknown ⊱ Mmm.. None at all, actually~! It's all fine, no need to worry. I wasn't busy at all~
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[text to: unknown] Hi, is that my partner for the project in fashion & design?
⊰ ℑ ⊱ She lightly blinked at the text message before going ahead and texting back.
⊰ sms; Unknown ⊱ You.. may have gotten the wrong number. Joesonghabnida..
Hyorin is, under no circumstances, a morning person. In fact, one might say she fears the rising sun more than its descent into darkness. Which explains why she is currently struggling to keep her eyes open in front of her new bosses. Not that anyone could blame her much for her actions at this time. Only someone completely insensitive and insane would bother to rouse another in the early hours of the morning to request their presence for an ‘emergency meeting.’ Not to mention that no other details were divulged after that. If the state of her job did not depend on her waking and rushing to drive in order to attend this ‘emergency meeting’, she may have never answered the phone in the first place. And she definitely would not be smiling brightly and nodding absentmindedly in some overly fancy furnished home, all while feigning attentiveness she did not possess at the moment.
Fortunately for her, neither man nor woman happens to notice her nearly open display of fatigue and boredom. Instead, they continue on (like any other uncaring person) with a rather long lecture of this and that before finally, finally informing her that the job is hers for the taking, if she so accepts. That statement alone is enough to perk her up instantaneously, and she suddenly becomes all thank-yous, and you-don’t-know-how-much-this-means-to-mes. Partially honest, partially exaggerative. Truthfully, who wouldn’t be ecstatic. People needed food and money bought food. And where did money come from? A job! Of course. Yet another source of income for herself. Another day of life.
"Your first assignment is to go and wake her. We don’t need her being late for class."
Her refers to their well-protected, most likely overly spoiled daughter, whom she has just been instated to observe routinely with a watchful eye. The two met a while ago at some dreadfully dull business party where everyone was expected to mingle with one another and become friends for the night. Certainly, at the time, Yura (as she later learned was the girl’s name) was being subconsciously shielded by her parents and Hyorin had only been able to catch a few glimpses for a while. The scene only spoke of something the woman did not particularly enjoy, even if she did not understand why. And all she could do nothing but shake her head in distaste. Days after, they awkwardly stumble into each other outside the massive home. Yura in a rush and herself just leaving. Somehow conversation initiates. She can't bring herself to stop it.
The senseless train of thought swiftly derails and she realizes that she is left alone, only the echoing words of directions to the girl’s bedroom lingering in her head. At the very least, her mind had been dependable enough to remember that. With a sigh, Hyorin straightens out the rising fabric of her skirt before turning to glance up the winding staircase behind her. It takes all of ten seconds for her to reach the door that marks her destination; the thought of quickly getting everything over with fueling her hasty actions. She does not think to knock on the door, does not even try to keep the door from slamming once she is over the threshold. “Hey!” she calls out, voice monotonous in tone, an arm reaching out to roughly shake the sleeping form huddled under the blankets. “It’s time to get up.”
