A troubled young man with a promising career gets a new start on the other side of the world, meeting new people and learning more about himself every day spent away from home.
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Not, run around for 5 minutes trying to do everything late, but late nonetheless.
Much to his dismay, it meant the time spent in that fucking beautiful waterfall shower had to be cut down by half, barely able to enjoy the steaming hot water trickling between his shoulder blades.
But, he had a point to prove so a shower must be had, no matter how short. He then quickly dried himself off, and got dressed into some dark grey, baggy jogging bottoms, and a white hoodie, as well as some good old slides. Leaving his hair wet, so the stylists had full control over his look. He then called a driver, as he would be meeting Mr Seong much later, just before meeting the mystery person/people mentioned yesterday.
After around 10 minutes, (Y/n) could be seen running down the halls from his dorm with an apple wedged between his teeth, practically rolling out of the glass doors of the building and barrelling into the car, not without a polite greeting.
"Hello Sir, I apologise, my Korean isn't very good"
The driver, grateful for the knowledge gave the boy a polite nod before taking off in the car to meet his stylists.
They arrived around 35 minutes later, 10 minutes late so as any teenager would, (Y/n) naturally sprinted, before tripping up and laughing like a maniac at himself as he stumbled through the door, quickly shutting up and going quiet from the embarrassment, which earned a giggle from the style crew.
"Sorry I'm late, I'm (Y/n)"
The group nodded, before gesturing to a wardrobe, where (Y/n) was treated like a barbie doll, the clothes all had a similar, street style. But varied in shape, colour, and size.
They eventually settled for: (no trim yet)
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(Y/n) liked it, he felt comfortable, not very dressed up but not too disheveled either it was loose, but didn't hide the fact he was a bit on the larger side... he really needed to go to the gym more...
However he panicked when the stylists started measuring his hair, as if ready to cut it. Calming down slightly when they opted just to add a little texture and hold with some hair spray, he kind of suited the wet look it gave.
Although they weren't overly keen, considering what was requested, the stylist team seemed happy enough with what they had to work with.
They began to look at his face, taking note of his skin being, exceptionally well looked after, and opted just to brighten the circles under his eyes a little, making (Y/n) look a little less tired. God knows he needed it.
After what ended up being 2 hours, (Y/n) was finally ready. He looked like someone from those sports retailer adverts rather than a musician, but honestly the two were difficult to differentiate these days.
