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Prologue

"And... that's a wrap! Good job everybody! We are done for this shoot. Thanks, everyone!" The director called, his voice ringing out into the empty set.

It was Park Jimin's last day at this particular shoot. The model rose from his sitting position on the colorful set, ruffling his styled hair tiredly.

"You did a good job today, Jimin," a voice came from behind, startling him. A large hand clapped him on the back and Jimin was relieved to see the familiar face of Kim Seokjin, his manager.

"Thanks," Jimin replied, stalking tiredly to his dressing room to get changed.

Scrubbing off his makeup, Jimin grabbed his bag and glanced at his watch. It was near nine o'clock, and people were already starting to pack up. Jimin rubbed his eyes, fatigued, and went outside to meet Jin.

He found his manager leaning casually against his car.

"Ready to go?"

Jimin only nodded.

They sat in comfortable silence as Jin drove. As Jimin was walking back towards his house, his manager called out a goodbye.

Jimin only waved a hand in reply.

After climbing the steps to his bedroom, he collapsed on the bed, falling asleep instantly.

Saturday

"Rise and shine, sunshine!" Jin threw open the model's curtains, releasing a bright stream of light into Jimin's room. The blonde hissed.

"What time is it?" he groaned.

"Nine o'clock."

"That's too early." Jimin moaned, drawing out the last syllable. He flopped face-down on his mattress, effectively blocking out the bright light. "Come back tomorrow."

Jin chuckled. "Not before I get your signatures for another shoot."

"Another one?"

"Yes," Jin sighed exasperatedly. "Another one. The Guiseppe Romano shoot. Remember?" 

Jimin gave no answer. The model was too awake to sleep now, so he sat up, begrudgingly, and rubbed his eyes.

"I'll grab the papers. Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs."

"Thank you."

"It's nothing." Jin nodded his head, and slipped out gracefully, quietly shutting the door behind him.

The model yawned and stretched. It really was too early for a Saturday morning. He checked his phone. 1 missed call and 14 missed messages. He would deal with that later.

Jimin padded downstairs, to find his manager sitting at the table with papers and a plate of pancakes waiting for him.

"Here are the papers for the shoot. I just need two signatures confirming you understand the terms of the agreement and that you consent to model for this shoot. Apparently there's a new photographer."

Jimin quirked his eyebrow up in question.

"I don't know his name," his manager explained, gesturing with his hands, "but he's apparently quite a well-known photographer in the modeling industry."

"Good to know," the silver-haired boy said, stuffing his face with pancakes.

Jin rose from the table. "That's it for today. I'll see you on Monday, I guess."

The model nodded, and rose, too. "I'll see you to the door."

It was Jin's turn to nod. Jimin silently followed his manager to the door and shut it gently. It was officially the weekend. 

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A/N: I made up the name Giuseppe Romano, but it is basically a high-end clothing company 

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