Pretty boy

The card

The spying agent watched attentively at the two young men bickering back and forth, both handsome and tall with good builds but one was thinner and taller with more of a feminine face then the other, the son. The agent took a quick photo before the two men disappeared out of view up the walkway to the university. The agent sucked in his breath excitedly.

The agent hurried to grab his company issued cellphone and quickly dialed for his overhead manager. "What is it?" The stern manager had answered with, "I think I may have found him,sir. Exactly the type of build and facial structure you were hoping for." "Good. Keep me posted." He then hung up, keeping the newly employed agent slightly baffled.

Over the next couple of days the agent would come to the same coffee bar cafe across the street and take photographs of the man, he did feel like a creep but it was what his boss wanted and his job payed too well to pass up. One day his manager had told him to go over to the man and hand him an offer and a card, hoping they could get him in to audition or at least to do modelling, due to his history anyway.

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Shaye was without a single doubt loosing his absolute shit. The wrecking stress of it all was making him smoke more, he was getting beat more and it was just too much for both his mind and body to handle. He'd gotten a business card handed to him by an agent that was hoping to get him to go to some kind of interview. After doing a extensive bit of research at the school library's computer. He concluded that going to the interview would be good if it actually ended with him getting the job and getting to move out so..he did.

"D-Do I just sit there?" Shaye nervously muttered when he entered a big room that had a row of tables with some serious looking people in business attire, 'the judges' he made a mental note. There was a single chair in front which was what Shaye pointed at, a judge nodded. He quickly sat down to not make it anymore embarrassing for himself, but to be fair he had never been to any kind of interview before.

A woman cleared her throat and started speaking with a low but friendly tone, "Hello, we are glad you could make it Mr Min. We will ask you a few questions so please answer truthfully." She sat back down and waited for Shaye to give some sort of signal that he understood so he quickly did a little nod.

She started reading from her clipboard of questions, "Name?" "U-Um Min Shaye." She wrote down fast before she continued, "Age?" "19 but I'm t-turning 20 in a few months" "occupation?" "S-Student" "Any history within modeling or media?" "N-No.. b-but!" He piped up before getting embarrassed and looking down again, "m-my mother was a model and I go to my school's song and dance line." "And who was she?" "Min Mi-Young, She did modeling for fashion and perfume I-I think." There was a few surprised mumbles between the judges before the rest of the questions continued.

Afterwards he was given a card with a number and told that he'd get called up by that number if he got accepted or not in a short period of time.
He was terrified.

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A few weeks had passed and Min Shaye was currently slumped over, bruised, his nose dripping, forehead bleeding. His father had gotten picked up by a friend to go to the horse betting games but had given his son a real beating with a bottle before doing so.

Shaye sat there somewhat fading in and out of consciousness before his ears started ringing, at first he jolted up in a panic due to thinking there was something wrong with his hearing before he realized it was his phone. He tried to pull it out of his jacket with his hands almost dancing by the way they were shaking.

He pulled it up to his ear and answered with a meek "H-Hello..?" "Good day Mr.Min, I'm from Hybe Co." he instantly sort of sat up straighter in a panic even though it hurt when he recognized the low voice of the woman from the interview "y-yes hello." His voice was hoarse "I have good news for you sir, they want you in a group." In shock Shaye just kind sat there and let the woman keep talking.

He was to be a new member in a existing group, they were saying it was a marketing experiment, a stunt, and that he fit the criteria they'd set. If he excepted the offer it would be in effect immediately and they would send a employee to pick him up via company standard.

After a brief second of solemn silence, Shaye thought about the life he had and nervously said yes and from there it just escalated. He hurried to pack the few things he had with the pace his body allowed, showered and wrote a half assed note to his father;

I run away, don't look for me though I doubt you will, you smell like shit and I hate you.

- The stranger you've been keeping in locked in your house.

Not long after a black suv pulled up in the driveway and he couldn't have climbed into the backseat faster then he did.