𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 ▶▷𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔

3: The Model

You sat impatiently on your desk as you tap your heels against the floor.

For some unknown reason, your model couldn't come. You don't even know what they look like.

Soon the door opened and a woman came in. Your boss' secretary.

"Apologies for the late update. But, the model assigned to wear your work faced some difficulties earlier today so he couldn't come. But you need not to worry since we'll hold the event again for another batch of designers next week. We'll make a way for your work by then. Please be patient." With that she bowed and left the room followed by a formal 'goodbye'.

"Oh damn.." You groaned, leaning back onto your office chair.

You had been facing bad luck since you were a child. This is not new to you.

"Screw the world, screw that model, screw the pervert in the restroom, screw the flirt in the convenience store, screw it all." You cursed, not even knowing that they're only one person.

At this point you had lazily slumped down further into your seat.

Jennie soon entered the room. "Don't be disheartened. You can still show off your talent next week. "

"Wahh... I'm so unlucky. That's why I left our house at an early age because I feel like a black sheep." You confessed to her making her laugh.

"You're too comical for your own good." She admitted in between her fit of laughter.

"Really? You think my situation is funny?" You asked while groaning.

~~

The very awaited day finally rolled in.
Very, very awaited, to the point where literally you didn't managed to blink a sleep.

The stayed at the bed, staring at the ceiling. 'This sucks...' You thought before forcing yourself up.

There's a heavy rain outside, you doubt you'd managed to get through this without getting sick.

Boss: we can't cancel the event today. We can't afford any rescheduling, the following days will be packed with works. We had to get this done today. I request for everyone to cooperate.

You stared at the screen before sniffing. More work, not now but it's about to come.

You got dress and started making your way to the agency.

~~

After walking through the hallways you finally managed to reach your destination. Models and designers are scatteted around the room. Their designs, as always, were praised by everyone, whether they mean it or not.

"Ahh. There you are. I thought you wouldn't come. There he is, meet your model." Your boss approached you, a smile presented on her lips. A very joyful one, as she stepped aside to reveal the model...

... your jaw dropped and your stomach churned.

There he is, standing right infront of you while looking around. After he finally noticed you, his face paled, it turned ashen as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Mr. Kim Taehyung." She happily introduced, while Taehyung hesitantly bowed, still in shock.

"This the designer I'm talking about earlier, she's one of our greatest ones, she's a very humorous person, you'll get along well." She smiled to the both of you, when it's not actually a smile anymore, it has turned into a sly grin.

"H-hi! I didn't know I'd meet you again." He bashfully (more like sheepishly) greeted, rubbing his nape in embarrassment.

Your stare remained at his face for a very long while, the other model had begun to shoot while you stood still, not believing whatever is happening.

He pretened to cough but it wasn't enough to get your attention.

"Take a picture it'll last longer." He boasted.

And just like that, your face scrunced in disgust. You took a few steps backwards to ensure a decent distance from the egoistical pervert.

And not only that, you couldn't believe how this being became a famous model, he's too cliche. Did he used such honeyed words to your boss that's why she's so happy.

"Look..." Taehyung leaned down to her face, his hands on his hips as if he's lecturing a kid. "Whatever happened before is just some accident. It wasn't my intention to peak or even enter the women's restroom, I was being chased by a bunch of fangirls, crazy ones. I didn't know how they managed to get in but don't be too disgusted..." His voice isn't so serious but it's sincere.

"What if I refuse to listen?" You asked, standing your ground.

"Not my problem." He leaned back, before extending his hands.

Hesitantly, you placed your hand on it, for a handshake. Some models are very formal that they do these kind of things with their assigned designer.

Taehyung let out a laugh, pushing your hand away. "The clothes, I mean." He pointed out.

Your face flushed red as you turned away, refusing to make eye contact.