— October 9th
Hyunjin is 19 years old when he meets Jisung. At the time, he was searching for a new manager after his contract expired with his previous one, and he was lucky enough to be scouted on the street. Hyunjin had heard about those kinds of things happening, but he didn't think it was real. A rather stocky man in a tight suit approached him as he was leaving the coffee shop near his apartment, nearly knocked his phone and coffee out of his hand, and completely threw off his balance, all in the process of shouting, "Do you wanna be a star?!" Needless to say, Hyunjin did not want to be a star at that moment. Alas, the short man was very persistent, and Hyunjin was a little afraid of him, so he wrote down his name and phone number and promised to schedule an interview with the agency the man worked for. It was by pure luck, Hyunjin's good looks, and his inability to say "no" to people that he landed a job before winter that year.
The day of the interview, Hyunjin is asked to bring headshots, a resume, and to come with his skin prepped for makeup. He does as told, bringing along three headshots with different concepts, an updated copy of his resume, and his skin moisturized. Hyunjin doesn't actually see the stocky man who yelled at him on the street until he's being pushed into a makeup chair, lights shining in his face, and his hair clipped back.
"Hyunjin, yes?" The man is looking over his headshots, not looking up as he speaks. Hyunjin immediately notices the lilt to his voice as his tongue forms his Korean name. It sounds unnatural. "Yes?" He doesn't mean for his reply to sound like a question, but it does somehow. The short man tucks his headshots into a binder and snaps it closed, beckoning the hair and makeup team over with a curled finger. "My name is Richard, and I'll be watching over you today. Jisung here–" Richard smacks his hand down on a small shoulder, pulls a teenage boy out of the group of females, and pushes him in front of Hyunjin. "–is going to be doing your makeup. Isn't that right, Jisung?" Hyunjin can only watch as Jisung replies with a curt, "Yes, sir." and the women behind him laugh under their breath.
Hyunjin can't help the shiver than runs down his spine after hearing the way Richard speaks to Jisung. His chin is tucked against his chest, his hands are folded in front of him, and his jaw is clenching and unclenching with each word Richard speaks to the team of women behind them. After a few moments of Hyunjin watching Jisung and Jisung not meeting his gaze, Richard orders the team out of the room. "You have two hours, kid. Make him look presentable." Richard sneers, and latches the door behind him. Immediately, Jisung gets to work. Hyunjin just watches as he goes to fetch a large carry-on bag from another room, picks out the products he'll need, and lays them out of the folding table in front of him. He's working fast, and it's making Hyunjin anxious to say the least.
"Hey," he says, leaning over the armrest of the makeup chair to get a better look at Jisung. He's still organizing his products, setting everything where he can see it, and cleaning a few small makeup brushes. Jisung's eyes flick up to Hyunjin for less than a second, but long enough for Hyunjin to see the sparkle along his lower lashline. "I'm Hyunjin. You're Jisung?" Jisung only nods, wiping his clean brushes on a paper towel before dusting them off on the back of his wrist. "It's nice to meet you." Jisung hums, pulling the rolling chair over to sit on. "They said you have tattoos," he says quietly, pulling three bottles of foundation out of the bag. "May I see them?" Finally, Jisung looks up to meet Hyunjin's eyes, holding his hand out, and wow.
Jisung is pretty. Like, mind blowingly, literally stupidly-stunning-pretty, and Hyunjin might've gasped. Nothing in the world can intimidate Hyunjin more than beautiful people, and Jisung is giving every other good-looking specimen on the planet a healthy run for their money. Shit, beauty itself wished it had what Jisung has. That's where Hyunjin is at in his mind right now.
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