Gold Dust || JJK

9 - Outro: Her

Faye

The following days are a breeze, nothing eventful, without any pressure from work - or at least that's what I thought. It's already the middle of the week, and I don't feel tired at all. Lie. We're still working on the project we started last week, but no improvements have been made yet. Although everyone liked my concept, the details are what define the whole scheme, and it seems like we hit rock bottom.

Himchan's continuous march from one side of the room to the other almost made holes in the carpet, pressuring us to come up with different ideas.

"Alright, what is the problem? We almost have everything we need." I say, tired of his stressful walking.

"Almost is not enough. Something is missing, and I can't put my finger on it."

"Okay, then recap. We found an old warehouse that is safe to film in for the location. Chaeyeong talked to the owner. We have the clothes. We have the team in charge of the whole video/recording thingy. What else? The music or whatever goes through your mind are details that can be fixed later on."

Himchan lets out a deep sigh, bringing one of his hands to his forehead.

"No... something else. We need models. And this requires a lot of money, especially if we hire professional models. I think this is what concerns me."

The whole team nods quietly, struggling to think of a better plan. He is right, though. Even with a good scenario, we lack personnel. Our company contracts with a modeling firm, but we can't ask for more than ten people. Which, if you ask me, is kind of dumb because ten people are not enough. Unless we have an excellent filming team.

"If that's the problem, then it's still good. We will be using the models we have, changing their outfits, taking multiple shots, and that's it. What else can we do?"

"I may have an idea," Chaeyeong adds hesitantly. "Jimin is a dancer, right? We can ask him to do us a favor, bring some of his friends, and be our models. They may not have the experience, but they have the looks." a soft shade of pink pops up on her cheeks while she's nervously playing with her fingers.

"As if!" my nose crinkles. "I don't think they'd have time for that."

"No, no." Himchan interrupts me. "That's a great idea. I saw him and Jungkook dancing when we went out. If they can move like that, for sure, they can stand still for some pictures. Chaeyeong, you're brilliant. Can you call Jimin and invite him over for a talk?"

"I kind of already talked to him about this."

Say what, you shy little devil?

"Do we want to know the details of that conversation?" I try to provoke her a bit, unable to stop smirking.

As expected, her cheeks turned scarlet red, and her eyes opened wide.