#SquadGoals: A Blogsary Short

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Jin-kyong’s Instagram follower count is already at its thousands when she decides to pursue modeling as an actual career.

She can’t remember the fine details of her first venture onto the photography-based social media platform, but she knows that it had something to do with wanting to show how she styled her outfits. Lee Jin-kyong always had a certain eye for clothing and how to match; before she knew it, her follower count burst and she found herself posting other pieces of photography as well.

Eventually she found herself gearing towards aesthetic-related posts. 2015 was the year when flatlaying exploded, and she found herself bewildered at how everyone liked this clean style. So she tried it, found herself hooked, and incorporated it into her blogging.

She found fame on Instagram but it wasn’t enough to pay the bills; Jin-kyong, like any other millennial who was in need of cash, found herself flying from one job to another. Retail was a bitch (and so were the other customers), she was too nervous for something fast-paced like being a barista, and more than anything, she found herself too proud to go to her family and ask for a little more cash while she tried to make it out there in the world.

As nice as being Instafamous was, it didn’t really pay the bills. Sponsorships weren’t flying her way and neither were people who wanted to collaborate. Other bloggers got their deals with various makeup brands—makeup brands!—but she found herself stuck and unsure of what to do next.

That was until Kim Soo-yeon, a close friend she had maintained throughout her younger years, stuck her in one of her YouTube vlogs one morning.

Russ' Updates #097: Fifty Percent

Hey there, everybody!

We're officially halfway through August, which means we're halfway done with the blogsary! This week, we'll be focusing our attention on a certain group of models. :'D

"I am so ready for this."

Still the same posts for this week, don't fret! I think you guys know what to expect already, so I won't be adding the Posts to Expect section as I did last week. Hope you're still pumped for it! ^_^

On another note, I'm doing okay! College is kicking my ass, as expected, but I think I'll be able to manage this time around. I just hope that the rain lets up eventually because if it doesn't, then...there's going to be a lot of delays and that isn't good at all. 

"Try not to die, Russ."

Enjoy the week! 

Team Roles: Kang Ent.

Damage Control: A Blogsary Short

Kang Enterprises

Atlanta, GA

United States of America

May 2017

Tony was sure that Jin-ho’s choice to let go of the darker and sketchier path was the best damn choice he’d made in ages. “It’s about fucking time,” he muttered. “Maybe I can regain my peace of mind this time around and stop thinking of whether your father will rise to murder me or not.”

“He won’t do that, he’s cremated.” Jin-ho waved off the other’s worry, though Tony could very much see the traces of relief crawling back into the other’s expression. Tony liked that more, if he had to be honest—there were times wherein Jin-ho could be a little shit, but he’d much rather have that side of Jin-ho that the side who was jumpy, wrecked, and had his hands stained far more than any other person in the company.

He was about to comment on that small slice of dark humor, but a knock came on the door with Mathieu stepping in quickly. He stopped, looking at the two others with an apprehensive look. “…bad time?”

“Not at all. We’re more relaxed than ever, to be honest,” Tony admitted. That wasn’t much to fully ease down Mathieu’s nervous pangs, but he saw the redhead’s shoulders relax slightly. “Any updates on what happened to Lee?”

“Nothing. It’s like he just disappeared.” Mathieu came forward and sunk into one of the two chairs in front of Jin-ho’s desk, groaning. “I’ve been talking to everyone I could—police connections, employees at the bar—Jian hasn’t shown up anywhere ever since that incident.”

Team Profile: Kang Ent.

Wreck/Ruin: A Blogsary Short

Kang Residences

Atalnta, GA

United States of America

  

Mathieu knew that he owed Kang Enterprises so, so much.

Stumbling across Jin-ho back in San Francisco, if anything, a fortunate accident. After trying to pick up the pieces and live for his own in the United States after the clusterfuck that was his (shitty) father, he didn’t really expect much for himself. Most of it died away after his ma died and his father was (forced) to pick him up because of custody or some shit. He wasn’t sure—he always thought that he and his ma were going to make it in France somehow.

But she died and his father picked him up and basically raised him as a son, except: there was hardly any love, any effort put into it. Sure, there was the cash—the Silvestres were privileged enough to have a financially stable life—but that was it. His father was out all the time, there was business to deal with, he probably had another family at that point.

He hated it.

Moving away, finally leaving didn’t feel so much better. He bounced around the States, picking up whatever he could do and living to sustain himself until that one night wherein he was walking back from wherever the hell he came from and turned a corner to his apartment when—

Long story short, Mathieu managed to beat away these assholes who managed to shove this Asian-looking fellow onto the ground. Jin-ho was groaning when Mathieu managed to support him into his apartment, and when he turned the lights on, the redhead swore fuck because the other fellow looked bad.

Aesthetics: Kang Ent.