Page 77 of When Worlds Collide
“Hmm, you’re in a good mood.” I grinned against his lips.
“I have good news.”
He leaned in to to kiss me again, but I pulled back before his lips could touch mine, scrutinising his face.
“What news?”
He smiled lazily at me in a way that told me exactly how pleased with himself he was.
“You have a meeting with Kang Jihye tomorrow.”
I stared at him, blankly.
“She’s a director at the company.”
“A director?” I yelped, and Jihoon flinched.
“Ky, my ears are right here,” he moaned, pulling at his earlobe.
“Sorry,” I said in a more measured, quieter tone. “A director of what?”
“Creative production. She…” he paused, eyes drifting to the side as he thought through his words. It was so cute when he did this; he’d once described it as like writing a script in his head. A trick they’d all learned from their media training days as rookies.
“She is in charge of everything about how a group looks. Their outfits for comebacks, the stages, music videos, even our… hmm, brand.” He snapped his fingers on the word. “Personality of the group.”
I wrinkled my nose. “She decides what your personality is?”
He shrugged and shook his head slightly. “Not us, not anymore. But at the start, yes. She decides what look is best for a group.”
“It feels like that should be something a group should decide for itself.”
To my surprise, he laughed. “No. Rookie groups don’t always make good decisions about how to look.
“A group can only debut once. You make a good impression or you fail.” He shrugged again. “It is Kang Jihye’s job to know what the fans will want, so she decides, and the entire launch is designed around that. Each comeback is different. Sometimes a group will be cute, but next they will be dark, sexy.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
I nodded, getting the idea. “But I have no experience with anything you just described.”
“Her department is the biggest. They have lots of smaller teams that work together, and there are usually juniors who help with everything. I’m hoping she will give you work as a junior assistant. You’d be helping on things like music videos, shoots, stages, variety shows. Lots of things.”
“Ahh,” I nodded slowly, “a roadie.”
Jihoon frowned. “A roadie?”
I waved a hand, nonchalantly. “Basically, what you just described. And I’m meeting her tomorrow?”
“Yes. We’ll go in tomorrow.”
“You’re not coming in with me!”
He held up his hands. “I’ll go to my studio and film a live. Don’t worry, jagiya. You won’t need me. I told her how brilliant you are. World’s best intern.” He grinned, and I rolled my eyes before stepping away from him and heading into the living room.
“What are you doing?” He followed me.
“I’m going to Google her.”
“Why?”
“So I can find out how to butter her biscuit.”
