"I hate my parents, I hate my life, I hate everything in my life" Hyunjin said while sobbing in Minho's arms.
"Why, what's wrong hyung?" Minho asked while hugging his boyfriend.
"M-my parents are forcing me to marry Hyo-Sun even though I told them I don't want to so many times" Chan and Han were just listening to the couple quietly. "When's the wedding?" Jisung's intrusive thoughts blurted out. "Jisung..shhh" Chan tried to shush the younger. "Next month" Hyunjin said with no emotion cause he stopped crying.
*Monday*
Hyunjin left with Minho for work cause he spent the weekend with him. Seungmin saw the two and was immediately filled with joy. He to a private corner to talk to them.
"What's wrong Hyunjin why do you look like you were crying... anyways Minho the director saw how much hype the last post got and suggested instead of you being a camera man you should apply to be a model!" Minho's heart dropped. What? His social anxiety could never. Why didn't they choose Hyo-Sun? "Look I know you have social anxiety and stuff but seriously you're way too handsome to be behind the camera, and plus you can spend more time with Hyunjin?" Minho looked at Hyunjin and he saw him just looking of into space as if he was a life less body. "Umm... I'll think about it Seungmin." Minho simply said.
"Hyunjin what's wrong with you today. You look so life less, you lack the joy we need right now. That's enough for today. Dismiss." The director said disappointed.
*At the parking lot*
"Bye Seungmin!" Minho said leaving with Hyunjin. "Hey!Cheer up a bit. You can't sulk all day long. How about we go on a date?" Minho suggested. "Sure" Hyunjin replied.
"Hey, Soo-rim wanna go with me to follow Hyunjin?"
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Hi guys! Have a nice day/night.
----Lyn.
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Fiksi PenggemarMinho is an introverted guy who decided to take on a career as a photographer for famous model Hwang Hyunjin. They end up becoming friends or maybe more than that. But what the universe has in store for them is unpredictable. What will happen to our...
