𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 || 𝐕𝐊 ✔

Twenty seven : Fierce

"Bueno! Bueno!"

The thrilled voice of the Spanish man boomed across the lit studio of Glamierre, world renowned luxury fashion house controlled and chaired by Park Bogum.

Jungkook only felt his blood roaring more loud. His glaring eyes pinned at bogum who nonchalantly drank his starbucks' coffee.

"He said good" Bogum translated, he basically had that one particular job to do.

Jungkook uncomfortably shifted his legs, the frequent touch ups by the assigned make up artists were strange and frustrating. He was standing in the center of the studio, against a white backdrop. The lighting on either sides gave a annoying head ache.

He was wearing a double-breasted suit, a silver chain attaching to its sharp lapels. Apparently he was going to be the model for the six latest designs of Glamierre suits.

He flinched at another snap of the camera. "You're the most selfish person i have ev—"

"Okay stop there" Bogum handed his cup to his assistant and straightened on the chair, "You just have to stand there dude and the rest will be taken care of by Fernando"

Jungkook sighed, his eyes going straight to the famous photographer, Fernando López Obrador who doesn't quite speak english. Definitely not korean. He's a spanish man, tall and bald. Arms full of tattoos.

Another problem he's suffering from is not being able pronounce his big ass name. So he wouldn't try it in front him, that would seem disrespectful.

"Inclina tu cabeza" He said something which went gibberish to jungkook's ears. Bogum quickly translated for him, "Tilt your fucking head"

"Just he didn't add the fucking" He smirked.

Jungkook felt he was too cocky about knowing spanish. But a annoying part of him was kind of impressed knowing he's multilingual, that too a hard language like spanish.

"Su cara es perfecta para la camara" Fernando praised, blowing a kiss towards jungkook. His face is perfect for camera.

"Oh, él no es tan bueno" Bogum laughed. Oh, he's not that great.

Jungkook agrees they sounded really cool but he couldn't get a single thing of what they meant. "Tilt my head to where?"

"To east and take a turn to left" Bogum joked.

"Very funny" Jungkook rolled his eyes. "You better be nice to me or i'm done with this shit this instant"

"Oh don't give me that attitude" Bogum's peevish voice vexed him. Jungkook watched him getting closer with a sullen face.

"It's not me who put you in this situation, okay? It was your emotional ass who wanted me to call taehyung so unprepared that i ended up making a photoshoot thing which didn't even existed until now"

Jungkook lifted a bitter smile, "And did i told you to say that useless stuff"

"No, but you're equally responsible" Bogum's face reddened in embarrassment. "And we need to show something reasonable to believe this LA trip so this is it"

"That's the only reason i'm here, not for your major attempt to not look a lier in front of taehyung—my husband"

"Yeah you made your point. Now stand straight and give a damn pose. Fernando is not always patient" Bogum went back to his seat.

Fernando adjusted his camera, ready for a shot. Jungkook knew nothing about modeling. Not that he ever cared, he had zero idea of ending up being a model to a fashion company.