CONFUSED || Taehyung Fan Fiction ||

1 || ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ||

The blaring sound of my snoozing alarm chose to break my humble slumber. I muttered a string of curses as I rubbed my eyes, feeling it's puffiness and refusal to open up and greet the blinding streaks of sun passing through my white, floor length curtains. I pulled off the duvet that was giving warmth to my whole shivering body and cracked both my back and neck, letting out a satisfied moan. These lower back aches always hit during the mornings.

Aimlessly reaching for my phone on the nightstand, it took quite a while since I didn't bother to use my eyes to see where it was placed, hoping that I was pressing the right snooze button on the screen and proceeded to throw the device away from me in case it started screaming in my ears again.

I groaned, forgetting to check the time more easily on it, so I had to squint my eyes at the clock hanging on my wall. I had to register the roman numerals in my brain too early in the morning, it's making me annoyed.

When the number finally clicked in my head, my eyes that didn't want to open not so long ago went as wide as the Pacific ocean. I was late. Oh crap I was so late!

The photoshoot! Today's the most awaited photoshoot. I've been looking forward to this for weeks. I cannot afford to be late. I had no time to panic and bounced my ass out of the bed and bolted towards my bathroom and did everything as fast as I can. I did all my hygiene necessities but didn't have time to at least look decent to put on some make up and fix my hair but I'll rely on that with my stylist later.

I had originally set my alarm at eight a.m. with a five minute interval each until nine a.m. but I just slept through all of them. I can't believe myself. I slept like a log.

I was such in a hurry that I had no choice but to skip breakfast and hop in the car "Mr. Yang to IT Entertainment. Please hurry!" I told our family driver as I struggled to put on my socks.

I was dropped at the entrance and slammed the car door shut. I was ready to run inside when I was pulled back by my sling bag that was stuck on the car window.

How in the world?!

The car started to move and I had to dash with the vehicle pulling me alongside. I yelled out for Mr Yang to stop and fortunately enough he heard. He opened the window and apologized countlessly. "No worries!" I assured and scurry my late ass towards the building.

Tough luck. The elevator was under maintenance. Stairs it is then.

Ten fucking long flights of stairs.

Why is luck trying to test me today. This is such and important day for me.

I took off my heels and began my unwanted cardio exercise. As soon as I arrived at the tenth floor I panted and dropped my knees to the floor but not a second longer I heard an elevator "ding"

The other one was working! How on earth did I miss that!?

I entered my personal lounge and met my stylist there looking at me as I heard them mumble "What the fuck" I plopped myself onto the couch to catch my breath. Al gave me a bottle of water then passed me a towel probably because he saw that I was sweating like crazy.

"Girl, what kind of storm did you pass through? The last time I checked the sun was up and shining." Al asked with a disgusted look as they were strapping a belt bag that carried all their hair equipments before motioning me to sit in front of the gigantic lit mirror.

"Oh don't get me started" I rolled my eyes and carried myself to the vanity area, to get my hair and make up done.

"The model from VanTE Modeling Management arrived earlier. You know, the one you'll be working with today? We got in together in the same lift and he was breathtaking! I need to make you dick raising gorgeous. You need to snatch his wig, girl!" They said and started rolling curlers in my hair.

"Al, you clearly know that I have no interest in men"

"But still, you have to slay when you walk in! So shut up and let me do my magic, mhmkay, honey."

A good thirty minutes was all it took to finish my look. I wore my outfit which was a white blouse layered by a pink long reefer coat. For the bottom part were the pink boot cut slacks and white heels. Al did a neutral chic make up and my hair was neatly flowing with medium curls. My manager knocked at the door and told me to proceed outside to the rooftop, where the photo shoot will take place.

This was the Teen Chic Collection and IT decided to pair up with VanTE for this latest fashion issue. I was going to be paired with an international model from VanTE and that made me nervous. I was only a B grade model. And I don't even have a clue on who this model is. But there's nothing wrong with keeping my chin high up and show everyone what I got.

I was accompanied by my assistant towards the rooftop where everything was already set up. Tanya, aka my manager was talking to someone while I had a few retouches. Tanya called me and there stood the model from VanTE but his back was facing me. His hair was getting fixed as he bent down to reach the height of his stylist.

"Y/n meet the international male model. He'll be working with you in this collection. This one is a big deal. This issue will be released worldwide. Make it count." Tanya told me with her stern voice and as the model faced me after getting sure retouches. Totally not expecting who the person was, my face twisted a whole hundred and eighty degrees, south.

"YOU!" we both said in sync.

"Oh great, you both know each other!" Tanya said in joy.

"This troll face is an international model?!" I snarled with disbelief

"Y/n!" Tanya warned

"I'm not your mirror, pussy eater!"

"How dare you-"

"No! How dare you!"

I was about to pounce and strangle him when Tanya wanted to be the cockblocker.

"Y/n be professional. There are a lot of people here." I calmed myself down and flicked my hair to the side. I inhaled sharply and gave him a glare that made sure he knew I want him to be buried alive.

"How nice to meet you here today Mr. Kim Taehyung" I said through my gritted teeth.

"Oh we'll have a fabulous time together" He smirked shoving his disgusting hand towards me for a shake. I took it into grasp and forcefully held it tight only for him to respond with a tighter grip. I pulled him towards me with our hand still interlocked and eyes not moving away from each other. He stumbled a bit but he was composed enough to make it subtle which only annoyed me further.

"I'll make sure that you'll loath working with me, Kim." I hissed. Having him this close to me made me feel the aggravation that he was transuding. I squinted my eyes at him, giving more pressure to the already tight handshake.

"And I'll make sure to be the death of you, Lee."

I was close to pounce on him again and strangle him but he better thank that the director yelled to get on with the places. He forcefully sent my arm back and strode off— not before stepping on my right foot first. I let out a small yelp dashing to take him down but I had to stop myself of doing so when the photographer barged in front of me with a huge smile.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Y/N! I'm—"

"Zico! Yes! Big fan of your works!" I gushed only to feel even more delighted when I saw him get flustered. At least he can take my mind off the irritating issue. But behind us stood a grumpy looking troll with his eyebrows raised and an evident scowl loitering his face while judging me from top to bottom. I gave him a look back and asked Zico to head over to the area where we were supposed take the first set of photos.

I passed by the troll and he didn't take long before following us after the director's orders. I reached my hand over my back raising him my middle finger to which he pinched real hard and did not let go when I wriggled it away from him.

This is going to be a long day.

First chap was a bit short and plain but the next ones will be longer and wholesome. I promise. Stay tuned! Can't wait to continue this book. This will be fun!