One Shot to Success (B.A.P)
Chapter 5
***JiHae’s P.O.V***
“Okay, so if I understood well, your image and concept is that you're all alien bunnies with weird names from Tomato planet in search of a new energy source? And now you're telling me that since I’m in your group now, I have to be an orange alien tomato bunny thing named Jijimato?” I said for the who knows how manieth time, not quite understanding what B.A.P’s manager (now mine, too) had been telling me for the past half hour. Honestly, I have no idea what the heck he has been talking about, but I’ll just pretend I understood something once I get a clearer image.
“You know what, I give up! We’ll leave it at that since I have no more patience for the time being and because that was the best way you put it until now. Are you a foreigner or something? How can you not understand what I’m saying?” he sighed once more.
“Yes, I am a foreigner. Canadian and proud to be one!” I said with one fist in the air, a big pathetic grin on my face. He sighed once more and pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers, probably desperate for help and to get rid of me. I felt pretty bad for making him deal with my slow incompetent brain, but what could I do? That’s just how I am. I would’ve felt even more depressed with myself if I were him, so I got to give it to him. What’s more, I’ve just moved back here, what, 2 years ago? Not even! I still can’t speak quick fluent Korean and understand quick speaking Koreans with accents yet. I’ve spent most of my life speaking English and French and a broken Korean, and suddenly moved back here with my gold-digging parents, letting my brother finish the special studies he was doing there.
“Oh yeah,” he finally said after looking at his watch. “Go to the 6th floor for now. You have a profile photoshoot with the boys in forty minutes.” And he kicked me out of the room.
I quickly grabbed my bag and headed for the said floor expecting a torturous session of dress-up and picture-taking in a room that I don’t even know. Waiting for me at the entrance of the second room of that floor was a man in his early 40s.
“Excuse me, are you Kang JiHae?” he asked me while looking at the paper to check my name. “The photoshoot staff is waiting for you inside. Go to changing room 1, where you’ll see your stylists waiting for you. They’ll give you all the clothes you need and will apply all the makeup. After that, go to room B93 on the right of this corridor for your video teaser and first filming. Got it?” I nodded, even though I stopped listening when I heard the word ‘makeup’. I couldn’t believe I had to put on some skin destroying products on my face for the first time! You know, I have this skin complexion that was always kept safe from chemical products and such in order to preserve it, but it looks like this is one of the sacrifices I have to make for my career.
I heavily dragged myself into the area designated to me just to find a storm of people running to and fro with a variety of random objects in their arms. One of them saw me and grabbed my arm and left off towards a curtain and pushed me in and...left. I started undressing because of course, it was a changing room, no? just as I finished unbuttoning my shirt and about to pull it over my head, the same person threw a pile of clothes on my head and left without a word. Well, thank you very much for neatly folding them and placing them on the side. And of course, lets not forget those VERY precise explications to what I should do. Ugh.
I removed the pieces of clothing burying me and took a look at what I will have to wear. There were numbers pinned on each set, which I will take as the order in which I will wear them. Among the clothes with a number 1 pinned on them was a pair of black running shoes, a mid-sleeve black shirt that had something written in English on it in white, a black punk faux leather jacket, black jean pants and a black punk faux leather glove. Basically, the whole outfit was meant to show off a strong dark manly image. Despite their annoying behaviour, these stylists caught my eye. I have to say, these were some nice clothes and I wish that they weren’t just for the shoot.
I poked my head out only to see NO ONE but a smiling girl standing near the makeup desk. I took a step towards her and she made a sign to me to sit on the chair facing the mirror so that she can start destroying my beautiful milky skin. Before she applied every single product on me, I asked what it was and if it was safe and all that jazz. ‘It’s going to make your skin look smoother’ ‘It’s to make your eyelashes look thicker’ ‘It’s used to perfect your skin tone’. Lies! ‘It’s used to destroy your life and make you gain half a ton!’ is what she should have said. In fact, all she applied on me was a bit of cream and liquid eyeliner, but it felt as if she just glued a thousand dumbbells onto me!
After that torturous scene, I was told to go meet the photograph and director of the shoot. I skipped all the way there to try and take my mind off the extra weight the makeup artist just put on me, but as soon as I saw him, I came to an abrupt stop. He saw me, and most probably either didn’t notice my creeped out look or ignored it, and came walking with an old bounce in his step that I think was supposed to make him appear younger. Unfortunately, that pear-like-watermelon-skipping-walrus was coming towards me and I seriously wasn’t in the mood to be creeped out after all I’ve been through all day. But since I’m always the unlucky one, his short stubby fingers reached out to suddenly grab my hand as fast as a torpedo, not letting me the chance to run away or at least avoid the attack.
He looked foreign and he apparently was since he had a translator right next to him just in case. He was a short beer bellied man with a disgusting greasy mustache (please explain to me how a mustache can be greasy, because it was, which is not normal) and hair on his chubby face. Well, the hair I talked about was mostly a ring of grey hair around his egg-shaped head and giant white bushy eyebrows.
We then parted after he told his translator to tell me to go pose in front of the black swags in from of a green screen. Suddenly, the most horrifying thing I’ve heard in my life made it’s way to my ears. A raspy voice spoke out a more-than-broken Korean, making me not understand what the heck he wanted.
“Jup! Ya hut da rat pliss, yan lid. Juice sti der. Noote mobeet, na soan!” said the director-photograph. I just nodded my head ignoring his random rage fits when I apparently didn’t do something he wanted. The sound that came out of his mouth when he was unhappy sort of sounded like ‘NAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, BRA! NAW LAW DAW! SAW OW YAW!’. The more he talked, the more I wanted to get out of here before I died of eardrum and brain damage.
The photoshoot was painfully long and boring, and I plan on trying to avoid this situation as much as possible. I’m still wondering who hired that pedophile. What makes me say he is a pedophile? Well, I am 17 years old and instead of tapping my back or shaking once more my hand with that creepy hand-sausage of his after the shoot as a normal person should, he hugged me and squeezed my butt whispering in my ear that I smell nice. Well, at least, that’s what I understood from his translator who looked indifferent to the situation. Who the heck does that old geezer thinks he is to go around squeezing random people’s asses? If my hyung ever hears about this, I’m ready to bet money that he will come back with a baseball bat and a few nunchucks to beat him until he’s sure that the assaulter wouldn’t be able to move for a long while.
Back to the point. Next came the video teaser with my new members for which I had to repeat the whole process that I’ve just done but with different clothes and with movement. Honestly, I would be happy anytime to be stuck in a room alone with Himchan for days than stay one minute in the same room as that photograph from earlier. And so, with a jolly skip in my step, I departed for where I was instructed to go to. At the entrance of my destination was waiting… what’s his name again? Daehyong? Weird name, but I can’t change anything about that. He spotted me and waved me over.
“I’m sorry, am I late? I just finished a really long photoshoot and I came upon a few problems with the director on the way,” I said in one breath, feeling a shiver go up my spine when I mentioned the old geezer.
“No, but you should hurry. It’s almost your turn to shoot with one of the others. By the way, have you seen Youngjae?” he asked and I replied with a short shake of my head and let out a sigh of relief as I entered the second studio just to go through the same stupid process as before. Another pile of clothes, a few more pounds of makeup, a whole lot of annoyed stylists. As the miss who was working on the retouches with my outfit finished, Yongguk hyung came inside as if no one was supposes to be there. He apparently didn’t see me there because he sounded all surprised when he did finally saw me.
“JiHae-ya! I didn’t see you come in! Is Youngjae with you? He said he was just going to go fetch some water at the store, but it doesn’t take half an hour to fetch seven water bottles!”
“No, I’m sorry. I only got here not long ago. When I arrived here, Daehyong asked me the same thing and stayed outside probably waiting for him,” I answered indifferently. However, I started getting a little nervous under his eternal stare and silence after what I told him. Did I do something wrong? Is the leader angry with me for not taking care of one of the members? But I only just arrived in this room, how does he want me to take care of him when the last time I had seen him was last night?
“Um… who did you say was waiting for Youngjae oustside, again?” he asked me while fighting what looked like a laugh-smirk. What did I do?! I want to know so that I can fix things!
“Daehyong..?” I hesitantly and slowly replied. More silence… and suddenly crazy low-pitched laughter. WHAT DID I DO?!
“Who in this whole studio is named Daehyong? Hahaha! I think, hahaha, you meant, hahaha, DaeHYUN!” he roared in between laughs. Ah. Ha. Ha. So that’s why he was laughing? Because I made a mistake? Sigh. “You’re so adorable, you know?” Huh? So he wasn’t laughing because I made a stupid mistake but because I was ADORABLE? I like this guy already! Finally someone who doesn’t think I’m hot or something like that, but adorable! Goal achieved! Wait until MinSeok hears this. Mwahahaha! (We made a bet that no guy will ever call me adorable with the kind of face I have. He owes me some money, now. Hehehe!)
“JiHae, you are so funny, but I don’t think Daehyun back there thinks you are,” and that’s when I saw that behind Yongguk was Daehyun, glaring at me. There and then, I felt like I wanted to dig a hole in the ground and never come out again. Why? Because he looked like he was going to murder me. Why did he look at me like that? Because I was apparently making fun of his name ‘on purpose’ while he is worried sick about one of his best friends.
“Okay, so if I understood well, your image and concept is that you're all alien bunnies with weird names from Tomato planet in search of a new energy source? And now you're telling me that since I’m in your group now, I have to be an orange alien tomato bunny thing named Jijimato?” I said for the who knows how manieth time, not quite understanding what B.A.P’s manager (now mine, too) had been telling me for the past half hour. Honestly, I have no idea what the heck he has been talking about, but I’ll just pretend I understood something once I get a clearer image.
“You know what, I give up! We’ll leave it at that since I have no more patience for the time being and because that was the best way you put it until now. Are you a foreigner or something? How can you not understand what I’m saying?” he sighed once more.
“Yes, I am a foreigner. Canadian and proud to be one!” I said with one fist in the air, a big pathetic grin on my face. He sighed once more and pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers, probably desperate for help and to get rid of me. I felt pretty bad for making him deal with my slow incompetent brain, but what could I do? That’s just how I am. I would’ve felt even more depressed with myself if I were him, so I got to give it to him. What’s more, I’ve just moved back here, what, 2 years ago? Not even! I still can’t speak quick fluent Korean and understand quick speaking Koreans with accents yet. I’ve spent most of my life speaking English and French and a broken Korean, and suddenly moved back here with my gold-digging parents, letting my brother finish the special studies he was doing there.
“Oh yeah,” he finally said after looking at his watch. “Go to the 6th floor for now. You have a profile photoshoot with the boys in forty minutes.” And he kicked me out of the room.
I quickly grabbed my bag and headed for the said floor expecting a torturous session of dress-up and picture-taking in a room that I don’t even know. Waiting for me at the entrance of the second room of that floor was a man in his early 40s.
“Excuse me, are you Kang JiHae?” he asked me while looking at the paper to check my name. “The photoshoot staff is waiting for you inside. Go to changing room 1, where you’ll see your stylists waiting for you. They’ll give you all the clothes you need and will apply all the makeup. After that, go to room B93 on the right of this corridor for your video teaser and first filming. Got it?” I nodded, even though I stopped listening when I heard the word ‘makeup’. I couldn’t believe I had to put on some skin destroying products on my face for the first time! You know, I have this skin complexion that was always kept safe from chemical products and such in order to preserve it, but it looks like this is one of the sacrifices I have to make for my career.
I heavily dragged myself into the area designated to me just to find a storm of people running to and fro with a variety of random objects in their arms. One of them saw me and grabbed my arm and left off towards a curtain and pushed me in and...left. I started undressing because of course, it was a changing room, no? just as I finished unbuttoning my shirt and about to pull it over my head, the same person threw a pile of clothes on my head and left without a word. Well, thank you very much for neatly folding them and placing them on the side. And of course, lets not forget those VERY precise explications to what I should do. Ugh.
I removed the pieces of clothing burying me and took a look at what I will have to wear. There were numbers pinned on each set, which I will take as the order in which I will wear them. Among the clothes with a number 1 pinned on them was a pair of black running shoes, a mid-sleeve black shirt that had something written in English on it in white, a black punk faux leather jacket, black jean pants and a black punk faux leather glove. Basically, the whole outfit was meant to show off a strong dark manly image. Despite their annoying behaviour, these stylists caught my eye. I have to say, these were some nice clothes and I wish that they weren’t just for the shoot.
I poked my head out only to see NO ONE but a smiling girl standing near the makeup desk. I took a step towards her and she made a sign to me to sit on the chair facing the mirror so that she can start destroying my beautiful milky skin. Before she applied every single product on me, I asked what it was and if it was safe and all that jazz. ‘It’s going to make your skin look smoother’ ‘It’s to make your eyelashes look thicker’ ‘It’s used to perfect your skin tone’. Lies! ‘It’s used to destroy your life and make you gain half a ton!’ is what she should have said. In fact, all she applied on me was a bit of cream and liquid eyeliner, but it felt as if she just glued a thousand dumbbells onto me!
After that torturous scene, I was told to go meet the photograph and director of the shoot. I skipped all the way there to try and take my mind off the extra weight the makeup artist just put on me, but as soon as I saw him, I came to an abrupt stop. He saw me, and most probably either didn’t notice my creeped out look or ignored it, and came walking with an old bounce in his step that I think was supposed to make him appear younger. Unfortunately, that pear-like-watermelon-skipping-walrus was coming towards me and I seriously wasn’t in the mood to be creeped out after all I’ve been through all day. But since I’m always the unlucky one, his short stubby fingers reached out to suddenly grab my hand as fast as a torpedo, not letting me the chance to run away or at least avoid the attack.
He looked foreign and he apparently was since he had a translator right next to him just in case. He was a short beer bellied man with a disgusting greasy mustache (please explain to me how a mustache can be greasy, because it was, which is not normal) and hair on his chubby face. Well, the hair I talked about was mostly a ring of grey hair around his egg-shaped head and giant white bushy eyebrows.
We then parted after he told his translator to tell me to go pose in front of the black swags in from of a green screen. Suddenly, the most horrifying thing I’ve heard in my life made it’s way to my ears. A raspy voice spoke out a more-than-broken Korean, making me not understand what the heck he wanted.
“Jup! Ya hut da rat pliss, yan lid. Juice sti der. Noote mobeet, na soan!” said the director-photograph. I just nodded my head ignoring his random rage fits when I apparently didn’t do something he wanted. The sound that came out of his mouth when he was unhappy sort of sounded like ‘NAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, BRA! NAW LAW DAW! SAW OW YAW!’. The more he talked, the more I wanted to get out of here before I died of eardrum and brain damage.
The photoshoot was painfully long and boring, and I plan on trying to avoid this situation as much as possible. I’m still wondering who hired that pedophile. What makes me say he is a pedophile? Well, I am 17 years old and instead of tapping my back or shaking once more my hand with that creepy hand-sausage of his after the shoot as a normal person should, he hugged me and squeezed my butt whispering in my ear that I smell nice. Well, at least, that’s what I understood from his translator who looked indifferent to the situation. Who the heck does that old geezer thinks he is to go around squeezing random people’s asses? If my hyung ever hears about this, I’m ready to bet money that he will come back with a baseball bat and a few nunchucks to beat him until he’s sure that the assaulter wouldn’t be able to move for a long while.
Back to the point. Next came the video teaser with my new members for which I had to repeat the whole process that I’ve just done but with different clothes and with movement. Honestly, I would be happy anytime to be stuck in a room alone with Himchan for days than stay one minute in the same room as that photograph from earlier. And so, with a jolly skip in my step, I departed for where I was instructed to go to. At the entrance of my destination was waiting… what’s his name again? Daehyong? Weird name, but I can’t change anything about that. He spotted me and waved me over.
“I’m sorry, am I late? I just finished a really long photoshoot and I came upon a few problems with the director on the way,” I said in one breath, feeling a shiver go up my spine when I mentioned the old geezer.
“No, but you should hurry. It’s almost your turn to shoot with one of the others. By the way, have you seen Youngjae?” he asked and I replied with a short shake of my head and let out a sigh of relief as I entered the second studio just to go through the same stupid process as before. Another pile of clothes, a few more pounds of makeup, a whole lot of annoyed stylists. As the miss who was working on the retouches with my outfit finished, Yongguk hyung came inside as if no one was supposes to be there. He apparently didn’t see me there because he sounded all surprised when he did finally saw me.
“JiHae-ya! I didn’t see you come in! Is Youngjae with you? He said he was just going to go fetch some water at the store, but it doesn’t take half an hour to fetch seven water bottles!”
“No, I’m sorry. I only got here not long ago. When I arrived here, Daehyong asked me the same thing and stayed outside probably waiting for him,” I answered indifferently. However, I started getting a little nervous under his eternal stare and silence after what I told him. Did I do something wrong? Is the leader angry with me for not taking care of one of the members? But I only just arrived in this room, how does he want me to take care of him when the last time I had seen him was last night?
“Um… who did you say was waiting for Youngjae oustside, again?” he asked me while fighting what looked like a laugh-smirk. What did I do?! I want to know so that I can fix things!
“Daehyong..?” I hesitantly and slowly replied. More silence… and suddenly crazy low-pitched laughter. WHAT DID I DO?!
“Who in this whole studio is named Daehyong? Hahaha! I think, hahaha, you meant, hahaha, DaeHYUN!” he roared in between laughs. Ah. Ha. Ha. So that’s why he was laughing? Because I made a mistake? Sigh. “You’re so adorable, you know?” Huh? So he wasn’t laughing because I made a stupid mistake but because I was ADORABLE? I like this guy already! Finally someone who doesn’t think I’m hot or something like that, but adorable! Goal achieved! Wait until MinSeok hears this. Mwahahaha! (We made a bet that no guy will ever call me adorable with the kind of face I have. He owes me some money, now. Hehehe!)
“JiHae, you are so funny, but I don’t think Daehyun back there thinks you are,” and that’s when I saw that behind Yongguk was Daehyun, glaring at me. There and then, I felt like I wanted to dig a hole in the ground and never come out again. Why? Because he looked like he was going to murder me. Why did he look at me like that? Because I was apparently making fun of his name ‘on purpose’ while he is worried sick about one of his best friends.
Notes
Hey guys! I'm back (after a REALLY long time)! I think this is a good enough update after loosing it at least 4 times... =.= My stupid computer crashed once, I lost the paper somewhere in the world, my computer deleted EVERY SINGLE Word file that I had saved since November, and my computer overheated and deleted the chapter I was working on. The joy I felt every time I restarted writing everything... but I did it for those who actually read this weird story. Hope you enjoy my sloppy writing and vote, subscribe, and comment if you want to. ^_^-Author-nim
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I usually keep plugging on this method of chapter installments, then when it's all done, I then go back and rewrite it and post it to another site. And vice versa. Like a rough draft & final draft. But do what your heart tells you to.
8/20/15