↳ dressing rooms

@✵ minatozaki sana⁻ᵐᵘᵃ A bark of laughter leaves Quyen at the backtracking and she waves a hand humbly before clapping them together in a show of happiness. "I'll be totally unbiased, promise. If it , I'll tell you before upload day," she jokes lightly, her own gaze traveling to their silent peer and offering a little apology-by-association grin. "Oh, please, I'm not doing any work." As soon as she says that, a mua makes a discontented noise from across the room, followed by a few scattered snickers, which prompts Quyen to check her phone. The "not it" race had come to an end and she smiles, attention going back to Sana. "Yeah, I'm not working. Just cleaning up before I head out to another schedule. You can hang out if you'd like"

@✵ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ “Perfect! Well depending on how busy Tiffany unnie has me, but I will do everything in my power to be there.” There were scheduled comebacks for the summer and both mua’s schedules would be jam packed but sana enjoys busying herself especially now. between the hustle and bustle of it all she finds solace in the fact it’s all worth it.
A gasp falls from her lips in dramatic fashion, a hand coming up to place over her chest. “Absolutely! Of course I will send you a personalized package. It would be the absolute world to me if you could give your honest and opinion and review. I follow you religiously on Instagram- well perhaps not religiously because that sounds stalkerish - but! I do follow your posts and the work is to die for. So beautiful and seamless.” Sana hadn’t realized it but the grip she had on the vanity tightens the more excited that she had become discussing future events and plans. there had been another mua behind her , shifting her gaze back and forth between the vanity and her face. when sana finally notices the additional presence, she slowly lets go of the corner and gives a sheepish grin as she wipes her sweaty palm on her pants muttering a soft apology. “Anyways! I suppose I should quit with my rambling and let you get back to work hahah.”

@✵ minatozaki sana⁻ᵐᵘᵃ Quyen listens, actually tapping the remaining earbud to pause her music as a nosier song's bridge actually started to impede her ability to focus with two non-native languages competing for her attention. "Mhm, I totally get you," she responds in the natural pause between question and continued gushing. The genuine grin remains on her face, albiet a little more lax as she gets back to at least keeping her hands busy while nodding along once or twice to show she was still tuned in. "Last weekend in June. The...25th and -6th?" she answered, while turning the phone over in her hands to actually check. She nods and hums in confirmation, returning the device to a completely different pocket—ensuring the same song and dance in searching for it later on—before pressing her hands together in a somewhat pleading gesture. "Tell me you're giving me a set~ because they sound gorgeous. I'm a er for a high pigment and I could do a few looks and totally gas you up on SNS once they're out."

@✵ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ Sanas eyes briefly scan over the phone screen before taking the device into her own hands and thumbd immediately begin flying all over the screen. “I consulted tiffany unnie some time ago and she said that it was a good idea. It’s been the most tedious project I’ve ever worked on,” she gives Quyen an exaggerated sigh before her large smile returns, “but it’s been so rewarding. time have something of my own to be proud of you know?

Anyways, I’m so proud of how it’s coming a long. I plan on releasing four small palettes dedicated to different shades of the same color. They’re all summer shades, because i will be releasing them very soon and i needed a theme. Summer Madness . What I envision is it’ll be used for bold and pigmented looks for everyday wear. They also just happen to be the colors of the of the rainbow too. I’m so excited, you have no idea.”

She finishes up the form and gently hands the phone back to Quyen and clasps her hands together. “When will this be taking place again?”

@✵ minatozaki sana⁻ᵐᵘᵃ It's an infectous bit of excitement. One that has Quyen's grin growing and fully abandoning her busy work in favor of the ongoing conversation. She chuckles, hands raising in mock defense of the reaction she wasn't even inclined to have before nodding along. "Oh, for sure! I'll put you in contact with my friend that's handling vendors and maybe we can see about getting you a table set up?" While patting around her person for her phone, she adds on, "We can get you signed up for the competition right now." Finally finding the device, tucked away in one of her oversized jacket's inner pockets, she takes a moment to pull up the relevant form and handing over the phone and pointing out each field. "Just need your name, kakao ID, and email right here. And, while you do that, you /have/ to tell me about your line, girl! That's so cool, congrats!"

@✵ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ Sana’s face lights up, well even more, the second Quyen spares her a second of her time which earns a small squeal from Sana. “Okay, okay. So, in a couple weeks I will be releasing my debut for my make up brand “S&M” - and don’t look at me funny, it’s a cute play on words! But, yes and I was hoping I could use this as an opportunity to use this as a stepping stone of sorts to tease it? If not that’s okay also,” she waves a dismissive hand in show that it wouldn’t hurt her feelings none though deep down she might be the tiniest bit hurt. “Oh! And,” she continues , leaning against the table now , careful to not to knock anything over, “I would love to compete as well! That would be absolutely fun.”

@✵ minatozaki sana⁻ᵐᵘᵃ "work" was certainly an operative term, as Quyen's current work consisted of her taking her sweet time in cleaning and disinfecting her brushes so she didn't have to take on the problem acting trainee that was being briefed on their shoot in the main set space. past the music blasting in her ears, the dressing rooms were relatively quiet as everyone on the clock texted their responses to an impromptu game of "not it!" to not be scolded in the event a higher authority heard their verbal reluctance. she'd been the second to write in because, as a contractor, she simply did NOT get paid enough for the drama. she almost didn't hear Sana's voice, but the sight of her in her peripheral prompted her to pop out an earbud just in time for the important stuff. "oh my god, duh. of course that would be okay!" it was an immediate response, riding on the coattails of a good-natured laugh. "what are you thinking? panelist, vendor, demonstraion, competitor....? we have a ton of opportunities for participation."

@✵ luc quyen⁻ᵐᵘᵃ the sound of Valentino heels click rapidly against the shiny marble floor of the dsf hallways as a very excited Sana fast walks- borderline runs- down the them. she expertly weaves past fellow colleagues and future idols to be. the make up artist had seen a particularly interesting Instagram post about an lgbtq make up con and it sparked inspiration inside of her; she had recently came to terms with her own uality and within those couple of weeks, sana has not shied away in efforts to hide it and what better way to show support for her lgbtq members than to help represent them the best way she knows how. Sana’s excited feet lead her right to the dressing room, eyes darting back and forth amidst the dressing room chaos to find the familiar face who was in fact in charge of the whole con. “Ah there she is,” she says mostly to herself and makes her way over towards Quyen to make herself known. “Hi! I thought I’d find you here. Sorry, I don’t mean to impose on your work but if I may have a moment of your time, lovely. It won’t be long. It’s about your Instagram post regarding the makeup con .. for pride? May I participate? Would that be okay?”

@☼ wang yibo //blinks for a second, while realization hits/
Right. Fair.
You know, while you're here, let's do some work.
//pulls a long coat out of one the hangers, looking around 50% longer than my whole height and hands it to you/
Tell me if it pulls around the shoulders and armpits.

@✵ chrystal jung⁻ˢᵗʸˡᶦˢᵗ *looks at Chrystal in confusion at her question*
No, I just woke up, noona.
*says so in the most respectful tone I can muster, but doesn't give much other thought to it*
*waits around idly for Yuna to finish changing before we get going to the salon*

@✵ shin yuna⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @☼ wang yibo //bringing out my fabric templates, i look at yibo when he entered, cocking an eyebrow, not realizing i just see him barefaced for the first time/
Are you sick? Did you need the day off?
//takes out a cropped yellow jumper and hands it to Yuna/
Let's see what this looks like. Now that Yibo is here, we'll cut this short and go to the salon when you change.
//turns to stand in front of the little screen divider, blocking the view of the girl and nods to Victoria/
I've got them now, and I promise I won't eat them. Today.
If you wanna go rest up - go, you've been all around the place lately, Vic.

@✵ chrystal jung⁻ˢᵗʸˡᶦˢᵗ *with my hair unstyled and face washed with the bare minimum effort, I book it out of bed and make towards the dressing room*
*knocks on the door and then opens it when I hear voices inside already*
*checks the time seeing that I arrived promptly 20 minutes after being notified*
Hello
*bows my head to Chrystal and Vic, whom I notice are staff members right away*
*sees Yuna, and is quite surprised that she's here*
I was...called?

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@✵ victoria song⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ @✵ shin yuna⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //takes out my phone to look for someone responsible in the staff chat when Yuna walks in, giving Victoria a look briefly, to confirm wordlessly this is one of the subjects I'm working on today, and then nods, pocketing my phone, lets its battery dies again/
That's fine, in business "early" means "on time". We're just waiting for Wang Yibo to appear and we're going to the salon, i've texted for someone to bring him in as soon as possible.
In the mean time, we're gonna try on some clothes with you and see how they look on you and what size you are.
So, you go in the back over there and I'll be right there with some clothes, okay?
//points to the corner, while opening the prepared wardrobe to get ready for try-outs/

@✵ victoria song⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Does that mean you promise I can maul them after debut?
//pretends to contemplate, while people trickle in/
Is the choreography hard?
//sighs, eyebrows knotted across my forehead/
Okay, but I will need her and Wendy again next week, otherwise their hair will fall off if they go blonde in a week.
I'll just schedule them together with Yibo and myself, because this has to be upkept, and sleep in the salon.
//points to my own hair when i mention it, pristine and platinum still/

@✵ chrystal jung⁻ˢᵗʸˡᶦˢᵗ *takes your coffee from you, chuckling since you always manage to humor me*
Let's not maul my girls before their debut, hm? Or else I'll make you learn their choreography and sing in their place
*gives you an okay sign with my hands when you want to take Yuna*
You have as long as you need, as long as they can be done by today. You have the other girls too, later this week

@✵ victoria song⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ //click-clacks in the dressing room, tall cup of coffee in my hand and murder in my heart/
Morning, morning. What I have to do, could it be manslaughter? Or this is frowned upon...
//murmurs under my breath, leaving the coffee on the table to look around and gather my thoughts/
How long do I have? I know what I want to do with both, but it will take a lot of time with Yuna, and I'll have to take her to the salon.

@✵ yu jimin⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ shin yuna⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ chrystal jung⁻ˢᵗʸˡᶦˢᵗ *having arranged individual hair and outfit appointment for the girls' MV shoot with Chrystal, the first two on the list are Jimin and Yuna*
*texts the girls their appointment time and date and arrives in the empty dressing room to lay out some of the materials Chrystal might need to style their hair*
*once Chrystal arrives, I inform her*
Hi Chrystal, I'm bringing in Jimin and Yuna today, do what you have to do. And let me know what I can do to help

@✵ jessica jung⁻ˢᵗʸˡᶦˢᵗ beaming with a sense of hometown pride, Minnie lets her ramble and obediently follows with the clothes draped over her folded arms like a server's towel. then her pride swells again at the compliment on her English, a much needed win what with the weird uncertainty about her communication skills of the past handful of weeks. "aw, thank youu. social media helps a lot too," she chimes sincerely before easily answering, "a 38..in Thailand. So, a US 8..and I only know because shopping," she chuckles. "I don't know Korean sizes yet."

@✵ minnie kanateerakul⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ “Oh, thailand is absolutely gorgeous. I stayed there for a week or two on vacation with my family when I was younger , tehn I was like, i /have/ to go back. And so i did, multiple times. It one of my favorite vacation spots , with AMAZING food.” The stylist rambled, naturally as she does, all the while gesturing for Minnie to follow her as she lead the trainee over towards the shoe options. “Your english is very good, as someone who spoke English predominantly before Korean, i know it can be hard to switch between English and languages that are completely opposite of it. So i can only imagine for the other way around. Anyways, what size shoe?”

@✵ jessica jung⁻ˢᵗʸˡᶦˢᵗ left once again to wait, even if briefly, she takes to the mirror to hold the shirt up to herself and admire the color match. "mm, okay, makes sense," she quips in response. "never been, but I want to one day! I'm from thailand, surat thani, and I went to an international school all the way up until college so I kinda had no choice but to learn English. not crazy amazing at it, but I'm passing...i think?" turning from the mirror, she smiles and receives the jeans. "what shoes do you think, phi?"

@✵ minnie kanateerakul⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Pleased with herself jessica hands the top to Minnie and then continues on her fashion hunt for the jeans she had seen earlier. Out of the corner of her eye she catches the girl goofing off in the mirror. Kids will be kids, jessica thought with a small smile and a shake of her head. “Here we are!” She announces holding up a pair of jeans, though baggy jessica is positive they’ll fit . “I’m from America. First generation actually. I was born in San Francisco,” she answers easily having repeated it so many times in the past, it’s second nature to her at this point. “What about you?”

@✵ jessica jung⁻ˢᵗʸˡᶦˢᵗ stroking an already big ego, jessica's words only serve to widen minnie's grin. in a much better mood, she spends the liminal time fooling around in the nearby mirror—making faces, rectifying the tiniest of blemishes in her base-only makeup. she catches glimpse of the stylist returning in the reflection, lips forming an o at the sight of the garment. "ooh~ that's pretty! low rise is okay, no issues with a little skin," she answers, fingers curiously toying with the fabric of the shirt. "i sound like a kid but your English is like so natural-sounding. where are you from?"

@✵ minnie kanateerakul⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Minnie’s words pull a quiet laugh from Jessica; the girl was funny, she could already tell and after the morning jessica has endured, she needed some comedic relief. “Okay miss diva, i see you.” Jessica twists her lips to one side, letting the information seep in as she tries to imagine a casual summery look. She stares at minnie for a brief moment as she takes in her complexion as well. “You’re very tan. Beautiful golden skin, let me see..” she trails off while turning her attention back to the clothing racks, shuffling through the variety of tops. After about a minute or so she lets out a small ‘ah hah’ of triumph and quickly holds up her selected top towards Minnie. It was a soft pink , long sleeved chiffon crop top that matched minnies skin gone to a tee , jessica thought. “Thoughts? I may pair it with some ripped y2k jeans? Do you prefer low rise or high rise? I want you to be comfortable.”

@✵ jessica jung⁻ˢᵗʸˡᶦˢᵗ visibly relieved to finally be in a space where she didn't have to trip over her words and the jumble of languages in her head, minnie's shoulders sunk as if releasing the tension. "oh, thank god," she said before realizing it, chuckling at herself before straightening once again—striking a brief pose at the invitation to look pretty—before thinking over the question. "mm..i don't know if i have a favorite color? i like warm ones: red, orange, yellow, pinks..i'm definitely all about summer. and i love being in the water, swimming's my favorite."

@✵ minnie kanateerakul⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Jessica lifts her eyebrows at the accent the girl carried in the brief moment she spoke before switching to English. Taking the indicator that she was foreign and she seemed more comfortable in English, jessica always switched to her mother tongue as well. “No, you stand there and look pretty while i make you look even more stunning. Tell me your favorite color, season and activity.”

@✵ jessica jung⁻ˢᵗʸˡᶦˢᵗ perking up with the compliment, she smiled and uttered her thanks and the usual 'nice to meet you too' before the general rundown began. an involuntary laugh left her, short but boisterous, at the other woman's shock. "i just turned....19. oh- /internationally/," she supplied with emphasis, always forgetting to account for the differing age system, before looking around the space while the following question spilled out in English. "should i...do something? to be helping you or..?"

@✵ minnie kanateerakul⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ “Minnie? That’s a pretty name. I’m Jessica. Most call me Sica,” she introduced not quite having looked at the girl just yet as she was busy with clothes. “Alright, so, they’re just taking random photos honestly to see how well you work with the camera and to help get you used to photos. What’s your age?” She finally shifts her gaze towards the trainee, eyes widening a bit, “on you’re definitely young.”

@✵ jessica jung⁻ˢᵗʸˡᶦˢᵗ with her mind totally exhausted from korean lessons, minnie was glad to be doing something that didn't require a lot of thought or high-impact effort on her part. she'd been sitting in wait, uncharacteristically quiet—and hating it—as fellow trainees talked amongst themselves, so it was a great relief when the stylist's voice call out for the next. without waiting for anyone else to decide they wanted in, she hopped up and made her way back. "hi, i'm minnie," she introduced with a short bow, almost out of habit at this point with so many new faces around her.

@✵ minnie kanateerakul⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ ot had already been a couple days that had pass since the trip to Singapore, the jung sisters were still not on speaking terms. because of the conflict with her sister, jessica specifically requested hours that her sister was not present in the dressing room for outfit settings. and so, she was more often than not scheduled very early in the mornings leading to her be more tired especially now she has extracurricular activities happening. “Alright, who is next?” She called out, stifling a yawn as she puts the last unused set of clothes back on the clothing rack