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❛ they know you’re coming. ❜

She worked too much, and it wasn’t a secret; head in piles upon piles of clothes, of drawings, the smell of chalk and steam as she pressed shirts upon shirts - but it hardly felt like work when she enjoyed it. But  perhaps  she did need to take a step back from time to time, to enjoy the early morning air and the warmth of the sunlight as it hit the buildings. A cup of half-drunk coffee sits by her hand, an open volume of the newest vogue sits with its glossy pages before her and Minji’s chatter beckons to her ears. Looking up, she takes the little offered treat from the other’s fingertips and pops it between her lacquered lips.  

“Of course I know that—” she answers over a hand covering her chewing mouth; looking down at the envelope containing the class reunion invitation, swiftly covering it with a picture of a dress Minji had presented to her; her eyes studied the colours first, and then the fit. “I already confirmed my going on facebook.. ” 

 She’d need to make a photoboard from different angles; she had to fit Minji for the dress to sit like a second skin, the accessories shouldn’t be a problem…. And the little hair pieces too? Her mind was already forming a plan and sketch. Oh how did her stomach turn at the thought of seeing those who once whispered behind her back while in the hallways. Perhaps they had all forgotten, right? Or did she also need to sketch a plan to face her past?

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Ralph & Russo Haute Couture Autumn/Winter 2018

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❛ we’ve met before, right? ❜

Jinri is perched on a stool, her weight leaning against an elbow she has propped on the polished counter of the bar, legs are crossed beneath the spill of her dress, Dior sling back pumps peaking through as if to say hello to those who walked past her. A glass of Persian Peach flavoured gin rests on a place-mat with tracks of condensation running down the sides, collecting in little puddles at its base. She would have been the perfect picture of nonchalance, if not for the empty seat beside her. Her company was due any minute now, she hoped.

Lady Fortune's bar was one she visited every once in a while; the ambience was pleasant and it wasn't too far from home — often choosing the place to find inspiration for her designs, more than once had she taken to sketching on a napkin. Pretty things always caught her eyes, and tonight wasn't any different. She sits and waits for her company to arrive, eyes watching a particular lady with a gorgeous dress in the corner of the room.

Ten minutes after. Her chest had gathered a soft breath and when she blew it out in an exasperated sigh, the delicate chain on her chest jingled in the softest; her eyes close but a directed tone would catch her attention and the seamstress opens them and turns her gaze to whom speaks to her.

❛ We’ve met before, right? ❜

Eyes fall upon a male and there’s a taste of amusement that curls the corners of her lacquered lips; strangers approaching her was a rare thing, not many took notice of her existence.

Jinri turns herself toward him somewhat, aiming to get a better look at his face. He seemed vaguely familiar, but as to when, where and how had they met, she was unsure.

"I believe we have. Since your face seems oddly familiar, but-" she pauses, eyebrows knitting together in thought. "I can't seem to recall the circumstances of our meeting."

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Lmao. The post I was sure I posted two hours ago, just posted itself. Curse you evil slow internet!!!! Gonna reserve my girl again.

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❝ i can’t believe we’re talking about this right now. ❞

Her lips are pursed into a thin fine line; a pin is straddled there, silver and sharp. On her wrist, the black Bohin pin cushion bore a selection of impaled pins with colourful little baubles on top. Miteum was standing in her studio, wearing the bare-bones of a jacket that a gentleman had asked to be tailored a little better in some places. The man had come in while Miteum was around and for lack of time, he asked for the jacket to be fitted in Miteum's size, after all, they were around the same size.

Her teeth play with the silver pin whilst fingertips fold and tuck back the chalked lines she’d made as guidelines once the measuring had been done; only seconds later does she remove the pin from her mouth and fix up the folds secure and tight for her machine. A soft sigh on her breath, she was fixing the lapels on his chest, marking the perfect fold that needed to be altered.

“Well, last time you walked out on me and left me mid-sentence—” She said, with a small pout forming on her lips; moving his arm down to fix the cuff on the sleeve next. “I just.. I still can't believe I missed the ceremony. All because of a damn fever. And yes, I know you hate the MPD, but I could have found new clients there….” She knew she was beeing dramatic, and maybe too annoying, but she had to bent out on someone. And he was not going anywhere any time soon.

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❝ there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. ❞

She can’t help but turn her head in his direction as soon as the words leave his mouth, her chest catching with breath- eyes quickly studying his profile as he looked straight ahead. Brows briefly knot on her forehead and there’s a flow of emotions within her– no ones ever said that to her, not once before. And for the first time, in a long time there is a glimmer of hope within her, but Jinri is too  afraid to let it grow.

“How can you say that?—” The voice that leaves her barely sounds like her own, it’s quiet, bare and afraid. Nothing like the usual confident sing-song or the snappy voice she loves to cajole with, no. That tiny voice had come from deep within her soul, a part of her she had tucked away long ago. It wasn’t very cold in the convenience store even with its many fridges - but a light tremble had overtaken her shoulders, making her arms circle around her frame.

She closes her eyes and she swears she can taste honey on her tongue, warm tea and that watermelon dessert her dad used to make every summer. Beautiful memories, a beautiful home and the warmth of a loving family. Her parents dancing to Lee Moonsae in the kitchen late at night, whispering how much they loved each other.

The dream shatters when a soft patter of rain tap-danced on the window across from them. The sound of departure. She opens her eyes and she is left staring at his profile. "If there is nothing wrong with me, how is it that everyone leaves me?—-” Another soft whisper, one that she's almost afraid to say because saying it outloud makes it more of a reality.

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❝ there’s nothing worse than someone who isn’t willing to try new things. ❞ 

A little jingle above the door has Jinri's eyes lifting from her A5 Fashionary sketchbook held between her hand, a Faber Castell pencil tucked behind her ear. A male she did not know had entered her sactuary.

Eyeing up the red damp stain on his clothes and the hint of a nasty cut behind a rolled up sleeve, she purses red tinted lips and straightens up, setting down the sketchbook she had been working on. Her day had just gotten interesting.

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He had to be joking! Jinri stares at him in disbelief, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. Never, not even in her wildest dreams, could she have imagined his unusual request. It was quite theatrical, the way he had marched into her studio, determination hanging on his every step, as if knowing that the seamstress wouldn't deny his request.

"I have no experience in that. Do you still want me to do it anyway?" Her tone carried a hint of scepticism. She wanted to ask why he had approached her. But to ask questions to people like him meant involvement, and Jinri wasn't about to dip her finger in the chaos that ruled Myeongcho

❝ There’s nothing worse than someone who isn’t willing to try new things. ❞ 

Fingers run through her hair, lips curl into that of a tight smile before her head tilts to the side, and with a lifted brow she decides to meet his challenge head on.

"Fine —  I'll do it. I'll stitch you up."

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❝ why are you crying this time? ❞

It was late. Jinri was tucked up in the corner of the old magnolia vintage settee she had in her small studio, legs stretched out before her, the laptop resting on her lap. Her chest jumps slightly as she takes deep rapid breaths to calm herself down — slender fingers fidget with the blanket she kept there for those long nights; dabbing at the tears that still wet her cheeks.

“No. Seok Woo. No-” she mutters in between breaths, sniffing loudly, her exhales still jumpy and deep. Tonight marked the first time a zombie movie managed to leave her an emotional wreck. She had seen in coming though, ever since the selfish older man sacrificed the life of others to save his own skin. Seok Woo was another victim of the main character curse: have zero regard for your own life in order to get the others to safety. So typical of movies.

It was then — in the middle of her emotional shambers that she hears a bell jingling above the door; announcing that a soul had wandered past her threshold. A surprised Jinri with a blanket pressed against her cheeks looks up from the screen. A client this late? It couldn’t be, it was past closing hours.

The seamstress rounds the corner from the back room with a seam ripper in hand, but stops in her tracks with a deep release of a breath followed by a hiccup as a known face greets her — one she didn’t mind too much.

❝ Why are you crying this time? ❞

Jinri, with eyes red and a little swollen directs the female’s attention to the computer now rolling the credits, in an attempt to answer the directed question. “Seok Woo got bitten and he died.”

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Hey everyone, I'm Chanti and I bring to you my girl Jinri! I'm in the process of getting settled in, but I wanted to thank everyone for the warm welcome. I was caught in a busy time, so this blog is still under construction. However, I am up and ready to have Jinri go out into the world. Girl needs to make her name known in order to pay them bills. For now I'll leave my girl's sparknotes under the cut. If you want to dig a little deeper into her life you can go here. 

Content Warning: mention of death // needles // drugs

SPARKNOTES:

• Mother, father, brother, sister. It’s textbook, clean-cut, pre-packaged and manmade. “Perfect” isn’t enough to explain this; this is a miracle.

• Her brother’s always a bit more popular, a bit smarter, a bit faster and stronger. He’s too old now to pay much attention to her, and she’s got her mind in her own world to see anything else. The house is always quiet, and she’s the only one in it.

• The first time she catches her brother with a needle in his arm, nothing registers but the lights flickering off behind his eyes. He doesn’t even notice when she walks right past him.

• Like retribution, she’s fourteen when God pulls her life apart at the seams.

• After the funeral, her parents separate. She’s left with her father, who in turn leaves her with his sister. There are five others in the house, only one girl who’s older than her, and it’s easy to drop her off in the corners.

• She only really gets on with Siyeon, who’s more a sister than a cousin. The house is so loud, like an ocean trapped in a room. They plan their escape.

• They head off to university together; the rooms are small and their marks aren’t the best but she’ll always remember the taste of peach soju and Lee Moonsae on the speakers all night.

• When they graduate, Siyeon takes her business degree and her father’s money to start anew, taking Jinri with her..

• She is left on her own when Siyeon marries, the small clothing store closing at the order of her cousin’s husband.

• Her small shop is now like her second home, having spent the majority of her days and nights in company of fabrics, wine, and nice music.

• There are distant nights. Sometimes, she’ll light a candle on her windowsill and wait for him. The morning sun is a painful reminder that eventually, she’ll have to say goodbye.

• But otherwise, life goes on.

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