You Belong With Me | Jeongcheol Fanfic

Chapter 65

The day of Jeonghan's showcase arrived, and the atmosphere was electric. After months of sleepless nights, hours of sketching, stitching, and endless fittings, this was the moment that Jeonghan had worked so hard for. The pressure was immense, but beneath it all, he was filled with a sense of quiet anticipation. He was ready to share his vision with the world, ready to showcase not just his talent, but the essence of who he was as an artist. And as always, Seungcheol was by his side—his rock, his support.

Seungcheol watched as Jeonghan moved around their apartment, the morning sunlight casting a soft glow over his focused expression. It was evident how much this day meant to him, yet Jeonghan maintained an air of calm, the kind that only comes after truly pouring your soul into something. He was more than just nervous, he was excited, ready for this showcase to mark the beginning of something bigger for him.

Jeonghan had meticulously chosen his outfit for the day: a sharp black suit with subtle embroidery, the cut elegant but not overly flashy. His hair was styled perfectly—neat, but not rigid, a soft wave that framed his face in a way that made his eyes sparkle with quiet determination. As he slipped into his suit jacket, his eyes met Seungcheol's in the mirror, and they shared a smile. A simple, knowing smile that spoke volumes about the journey they had been on together.

"You look incredible," Seungcheol said softly, taking a moment to admire his husband.

Jeonghan glanced back at him, his lips curving into a small, grateful smile. "Thanks. You always know how to make me feel better."

Seungcheol walked over to him and straightened Jeonghan's tie with care. He made sure everything was in place, but his hands lingered on Jeonghan's shoulders, giving him a quiet reassurance. "You've worked so hard for this, Han. I'm so proud of you."

Jeonghan nodded, his gaze steady. "I'm nervous, but I'm also ready. It's my turn to show everyone what I can do."

The pair left their apartment and made their way to the venue—an expansive, sleekly designed space filled with clean lines and modern architecture. The walls were lined with stunning pieces of fashion from Jeonghan's classmates, their collections illuminated under bright lights. It was a dazzling sight, yet Jeonghan's gaze remained focused on the task ahead.

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They arrived early, the calm before the storm. Jeonghan quickly surveyed the space, making sure that everything was ready for his turn. Seungcheol stayed close, offering support and keeping Jeonghan grounded. There were a few moments of tension, moments where Jeonghan felt the weight of everything catch up with him, but each time, Seungcheol was there—steady, reassuring, his presence a steady anchor amidst the nerves.

With the event approaching, Jeonghan's nerves started to build. His models were getting into position, and the music was playing softly in the background, setting the tone for the evening. Jeonghan looked over his collection one last time: each piece a reflection of his journey as a designer, a blend of modern minimalism with touches of avant-garde aesthetics, a fusion of past experiences and new perspectives.

He found his models, three of them, who had been chosen to wear his pieces. They were ready, dressed in the elegant designs he'd spent weeks crafting. As the lights dimmed and the sound of footsteps echoed in the space, Jeonghan stood backstage, taking deep breaths. His heartbeat quickened, and the weight of the moment felt heavier. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, but amidst it all, there was Seungcheol—standing at the edge of the room, offering him a reassuring smile.

"You've got this," Seungcheol mouthed from across the room. "Just remember, you're amazing."

Jeonghan gave him a quick nod, his nerves starting to settle as the show finally began.