Pose For Me | K.TH

Bonus: Milan 3

TAEHYUNG

I jerk up from a daze.

And I realize I've drifted off again— the fifth time in the last hour. At this rate I was going to get absolutely nothing done.

Mon Dieu.

Then the distant ringing of my phone sweeps me up to my feet. I rush out of my studio, nearly running towards the kitchen counter. My phone is there, echoing throughout the entire house.

My expression instantly bitters when I see who has called me.

I accept with a sigh.

"...Jimin. What?"

"Well, you sound very disappointed. Sorry I wasn't your dear Miss Aila." He quips, voice full of laughter. "I knew it. It's been barely two days and—"

"Is this what you've called me for?"

"Fine. I'll stop."

"Did you eat?"

I run a lazy hand over my face, glancing at the clock. It's late evening— the skies are turning dark, with the last colors of sunset.

"No."

"No? Come out then. I was expecting that."

"What do you mean come out?"

"This is exactly why Aila told me to take care of you before she left. Look at you, already skipping meals and sounding like you got an hour of sleep last night."

My gaze turns upwards. "Aila?"

"Yes, Aila." He snaps. "Now get your coat and come with me to eat something. It's cold out here, dammit."

"Why do you live in such a secluded place anyway? Do you know how many times I got a heart attack every time a deer popped out of the trees when I drove up here? I—"

I end the call.

Aila had talked to Jimin before she'd left? To keep a closer watch on me?

A ghost of a laugh passes by my lips as I unhook my coat and wrap it around my shoulders. Now the image of her trying to convince Jimin to look out for me is all I can think about.

I didn't know whether to feel flattered or bothered about that.

But my.

What a truly precious thing she was.

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AILA

"Perfetta, signorina."

I blush at his compliments as I quickly finish my walk. Then I bow my head with a slight breath, before shuffling back to take my place among the other models.

"Thank you, Signore."

"Fantastic walk, bella."

I look up at the hushed, husky whisper as the next model demonstrates her walk. Luca Costa's vivid emerald eyes meet mine, and he offers me a charming smile.

"Signore D'Ara usually does not give compliments easily."

"Thank you." I murmur, before turning back stiffly towards the model who's walking. She is a beautiful, light-skinned model, and I quickly realize it's Azalea Amane, the Irish model praised for her enchanting beauty on top of the catwalk.