"That'd be nice!" Jihye laughs, making her way into the room. "Does your mother cook lots? I feel like I wouldn't be able to stick to any diet plans if my mom liked cooking." It's been a long time since she'd had homecooked food, not being a fan of the culinary arts herself. An egg cracked into 2am cup ramyeon was the extent of her skills.
"I'm not sure, but I can check after the rehearsal and bring any extras to you." The waiting period would take forever, anyway. "Speaking of the rehearsal, the writers said that you've got the edited scripts for us to go over?" A gentle redirection to business, which is why she's here in the first place. Jihye doesn't believe in burning bridges, but she doesn't see a point in setting up camp there and making a home out of them either. In their line of work, friendly acquaintanceships make up the bulk of her interactions with others, a line cleanly drawn between her professional and personal life.
belated, sung recognized the voice behind the door, putting an extra speed to his step to beat his manager to opening it. as he swung it open, his hair - freshly fixed, his stylist will scold him for that one - finished settling down from his speedwalk to the door. sung made eye contact and smiled, "jihye," before getting distracted by his peripheral vision.
"oh, i love pastries. you know, my mom, um, well, her specialty is more full dishes, but sometimes she'll go for pastries and they're insane. if we do this again, i'll definitely have to bring some of her pastries so you can try them." perhaps his energy hyping playlist had done too good of a job. sung looked down at the floor before recognizing how awkward he was being. "oh, and yes, come in. make yourself comfortable." sung stepped back, opening the door more than the width of his shoulders, and gestured to the couple of staff members waiting around with him. "did they have any others leftover? i might grab one to take home."
On hour 30 of severe sleep deprivation, Jihye starts questioning her purpose in life.
Eyes fixed on the mirror, she considers the possible paths she could've taken besides this one. Wonders if she'd be any less tired had she gone back to the US and became a normal college student, instead of so stubbornly pursuing her idol dreams. Starts debating if it'd be too late to break her contract.
Then her manager opens the door, announcing that coffee's here, and maybe Jihye can put those irrepressible thoughts aside for however long it takes to down her beverage. There's an extra cup and pastry for her co-MC for the day, and those in hand, she slips out of the room and goes to greet them. Their waiting room's a couple doors down from hers, and she knocks on the door, calling out a "Sunbae?"
FIGHTING. with ♡, for @sungpeach's sung.