𝐘𝐎𝐔 ʰᵃʷᵏˢ

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴: 𝟶𝟶𝟺

third pov

she hasn't been at the agency long enough to know what it was like on a casual day, but now—"KRISTEN MY COFFEE,", jeanist yelled as he ushered a group of what seemed like assistants behind him, "which kristen?" both ladys said in sync, coming to a halt with their tasks to assist the boss, "the one with the atrocious hairdo." he peered, only for a second before strutting away leaving the two eyeballing each other—she sort of wished she'd known it was like everyday.

" [ name ] i know i told you he's a real sweet guy, but i'm gonna need you to take that lightly." my aunt said beside me as we speed walked down the hall just a big step behind jeanist and his mob of employees behind him. "i kind of got that when he yelled at his "closest friend" earlier.." this was in fact true, jeanist had pickin up the phone to his good friend during the short meeting earlier and still somehow ended the call with a few curses.

" [ name ]." he called, making her jump in her step to then rush towards him to match his long strides, " yes?" she then said, attempting to say it the sweetest she could to avoid any misunderstandings, "is there something wrong?" she then spared a look at his mob to see if they had anything to share but the were all animatedly scribbling away on their tablets and clipboards as they pointed down anything jeanist ordered.

"have you ever gotten your designs modeled?" he asked, avoiding her question by asking his, which was rude, but she was sure he just didn't hear her. "only by me... is that a problem?" she looked up at him to see his eyes lift with what she would assume was because of a smile, "no it's perfect. consider this your first experience then."

about to storm him with questions, he extended a hand through the double doors, pushing them open to show the photo room. one with two males and two females present, the women were strangers to her but the males, she was familiar with, in a good and bad way.

" [ name ], meet you're models,"

one, there's pierce. he hasn't even looked at her yet, he was too busy staring at the two girls beside him. his eyes going to places they shouldn't and wouldn't be acceptable to be if caught.

looking beside him, her heart stopped, it was graham. who as always...had his signature smile on his face. the kind that was so big and honest that it made his eyes nearly shut and for a moment she felt a tiny burn in her chest. would she be allowed to greet him as she did before? would he allow it?

the topic wasn't allowed to linger in her mind further before jeanist stepped beside her and clapped his hands to get their attention once again since the big entrance just didn't seem to do the trick.

now her heart hammered. faster than she'd ever experienced because now not only did his eyes settle on her but everyone elses did too. she thought maybe she should have worn a different shirt, maybe some newer pants to make her look better, more like she wasn't a complete mess and hadn't picked this outfit from the pile of clothes on her floor.

"models." jeanist eyed them all, one by one, before extending a hand in my direction, "meet the designer," his voice cheery as his eyes then settled on me, "i'm sure you'd all get along perfectly,"

"mr. jeanist.." a lady piped beside him, not fully expecting him to whip his head in her direction and ignoring how bad of a whiplash he could of gotten, "i thought i said not to interrupt me," he then eyed the mob of workers behind him—who attempted not to look him in the eye and figured it had to be urgent, "what is it?"

"there's been some complications..." "complications? what sort of complications..." he then questioned, the lady shifted from foot to foot, before giving a tight lipped smile, "the photographer..." she said and just before jeanist could wave her off she rushed, "and the magazine organizer....and the packager...transportation is all having trouble reaching us.." it wasn't long before jeanist tapped her shoulder before he stormed out with the lady scrambling behind him.

"what the fuck." a voice then said once the doors shut with an echo, "what are you doing here?" pierce pushed forward, his feet an inch from hitting hers, in an instant already in front of her, "you following me?" his breath fanned over her face with each seethed word he let out, "why would i want to follow you..." she stepped back but he followed,

"because you're obsessed." he said low enough for only her to hear, and thankfully so, all he was saying was complete nonsense. "and what? you're suddenly a model?" she glared at him eye to eye, it still amazed her that this man who she hates so much now was one she used to blindly love before.

a hand interjected between the two of you at the waist, leaning more to yours letting its warmth spread onto your stomach. "why don't we take a step back, i'm sure the designer would like her personal space back." when she looked she saw the uncharacteristically serious frown on graham's face, and how he pointedly glared at pierce.

pierce did a double take on him, with a begrudging sigh, he turned and walked away, muttering curses that shouldn't exactly be said out loud with an audience.

before she could even mutter and thanks, graham didn't waste time to speak first, "still attracting all types of bad people," graham slowly walked  into where pierce stood beforehand, just instead leaving space to breathe unlike others. "you're not a bad person,"she gave a shaky smile, but he didn't return it, instead he shakes his head displeased, "and still, you pick up and abandon me? i sent you so many texts and calls, hell i even sent you messages through mail."

she sighed, nodding knowingly, "graham, i told you i was going away," "going away and disappearing aren't the same thing" he countered back, taking a tiny step forward, "everyone thought you disappeared...they said so many bad things [ name ]..." he whispered, his eyes searched her face, looking from her eyes, nose to then a shaky dip to her lips before averting them shyly to their feet, which were touching at their tips.

the only difference was that she didn't mind this touch.

"that was... my intention, but i left you a note. i told you i was coming to the city and left my to-be address.." he slowly shook his head and a wave of sadness washed over her, but before she could express it he silenced her, "it doesn't matter anymore, i found you."

and that smile returned to his pouty lips, "and i'm not letting you out of my sight."

KEIGO.
location: jeanists office
status: with company

"detective takami, to what do i owe the visit?" jeanist greeted, with a wired phone in hand and a furious expression to contrast to his friendly tone. "i was cruising the area..." keigo stopped towards his desk, picking up the designers to-do list off the corner, "thought i might drop by," he continued,

"now isn't really the best time too."

keigo's eyes skimmed the list before waving to show jeanist with a smile, "i see that now..." he plops onto the guest chairs opposite to jeanists, "but since i am...how can i help?"

"there's little you can do," jeanist sighed, smashing the phone back to its holder, "but thank you."

"you forget i'm a city detective...i've dealt with all sorts of people.." keigo leans forward to rest his arms onto his knees, "so what kind of people do you need?"

©-Dxliqhted