Call Out My Name (TK 21+)

7. Futility

"That's perfect! Now... The next one... Three, two, one and go!"

The models walked along the makeshift ramp one by one; their steps amalgamated with the boastful beats of music running in the background. Having only around a week before the fashion show, preparations were at its highest; making the finer adjustments and correcting minor details to entail the best fashion show this company has ever conducted.

The last model, a substitute for Han Sohee who couldn't be present there physically due to her work, walked up and waited in the front; raising her arms in a summoner's fashion. One by one all the others lined up beside her, displaying the row of the finest array of garments that marked the end of the show.

Music faded away replaced by the whistles and claps of the team members. The planned program was finally executed perfectly, relieving everyone from the fear of any further mistakes. The models cheered among themselves and went off to enjoy their break time; others also engaging in lighthearted conversation and stretching their bodies in tire as it was striking almost zero o'clock at night.

The overtime work seems to have paid off for the team. Well, most of the team because there stood a certain raven haired young man, who still kept fidgeting with the papers in his hand. He gnawed at his lip piercing trying to align the pattern that has been appearing in his brain. A little deviation, a slightest tilt from the perfection tipped him off and he just... Stood there; contemplating if he should pour cold water into the satiety of his team members.

He leaned back on the wall, cross legged and cross armed, looking around the hall room where people looked like the movement of his own brain particles. He shook hands with the members who greeted him and praised for such invaluable work, each time slapping a firm hand on the nagging blabbering inside his head.

What if he just lets it be? Maybe no one will pick up the detail he'd put on the arrangement. Maybe not a single person will bother themselves with the fifth model starting the sequence of floral designs or the alternative and gradual change in color gradient till Sohee who needed to be at number ten in order to carry out the most beautiful dress in that pattern as showstopper....

....because he has been completely avoiding that one person whom he could go into such depth for.

The splash of shame was effective immediately. He pulled on the leash of his mind to bring it back on the correct path, where he was conducting a fashion show with the reason for boosting his career and not to match the exemplary standard of a single person. He flipped through the pages once again, looked at the sequencing numbers with an unfiltered vision he could court with much less difficulty previously.

A little voice in his head said, this is the pursuit of his life. And it needs to be nothing less than perfect.

"Mr. Nakajima!" Jungkook shouted, standing up, "MR. NAKAJIMA!"

The addressed man turned around, displaying his exhausted features. He gave Jungkook a tight lipped smile followed by a sigh which was enough to express what he anticipated. And Jungkook, like the little devil he is, basked in the event manager's will of hardwork.

"Mr. Nakajima... I think there's still need of an alteration."

"Jeon... My boy..." The middle aged man adjusted his glasses.

"No, listen to me first. There won't be any trouble actually. I'm just changing a small sequence."

The elevator door chimed and Jungkook snapped his head towards that direction. Secretary Park walked in with his phone planted against his ear and headed towards their direction; and the Jungkook tried to bring his focus back on the subject in hand so fast that he hoped it will help him kill the bug of disappointed trying to crawl up then and there.