Wooyoung and San, aspiring models in different agencies, are teamed up for a joint campaign. Both are confident in their looks and no one wants to give in or do worse.
Weeks of collaboration bring the competitors closer together.
When the collaborat...
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⟡ POV San ⟡
The day before was still heavy in my stomach. The confrontation with Wooyoung was still present in my head. It annoyed me. The last sentence he said, the rejection of good cooperation, refusing to shake my hand.
Everything inside me was boiling just at the thought. I kept playing the words "You won't be part of this campaign for long anyway" on repeat before my mind's eye. His cocky attitude. His cocky narcissistic look. He would see what I had to offer, how wrong this brat was. You didn't talk like that to someone older or anyone in general. This was disrespectful.
I had just gotten ready, cleaned my apartment and prepared everything for the meeting with my new stylist. My apartment was large, my agency had deep pockets. It was early in the morning, but I had unpacked my suitcases and arranged everything nicely before going to bed last night.
Neatness was important to me and gave me stability in new surroundings.
My excitement before the first meeting today had been gnawing at me for a long time during the night and robbed me my sleep. So I got up early, took a relaxing bath with scented candles set up, vacuumed and wiped everything sparkling clean. I prepared tea, small snacks and sweet decoration on the table.
Jongho would come soon, bringing some cake. I leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at my phone.
I immediately noticed the many messages from my mother, my cell phone had been on silent until now. I sighed, thinking about the call yesterday that Jongho ignored. Another thing that robbed me my sleep. Our past strengthened our bond and sometimes caused tears.
Before I could respond to my mother's countless messages, the doorbell rang. The three urgent rings drove me quickly to the door.
Jongho stood there, two bags in both hands, a large package of cake in his arms, the folder from Tessa tucked under his chin.
"A little help would be good too, don't just stand there hyung," you can hear an intangible begging in his voice.
I laughed, the sight was funny, I crossed my arms and blocked his path. "I thought you were such a big boy and could do it all yourself. Maybe I'll take something from you if you say please~"
The cake in his arms was already hanging askew, Jongho's look annoyed at my provocative answer. I knew I would regret it later, but I love teasing my little brother.
Jongho's proud won, let him push me out of the way without further ado, entered and clumsily threw the things on the table that I had prepared so nicely.
"Hey!", I emphasized my displeasure.
Jongho didn't seem to care, wiped some sweat from his forehead, took off his jacket and sat down on one of the chairs, huffing.
"What did you bring with you?", I unpacked the bags curiously, trying to put the table back in order.
After a few seconds I threw myself happily around his neck and nestled my cheek against his head. "No really!? How did you do that? Oh Jongho, I love you so much!"
