twoset oneshots

2: Showbiz

warnings: expletives, sexual harassment, mentions of drug abuse and non-pg actions

The photo above is taken from twoset's tiktok! Thank you so much for the AU suggestion kidwithgunz. I'm so sorry that this took way longer than it should have. Brace yourselves for a long oneshot it contains 8000+ words.

summary: it took a lot to be this enchanting. to become a model is one thing, to be famous is another. people see his face on thousands of magazines and advertisements. eddy chen is a top model, making his way from fashion brands, famous modeling agencies, every single billboard you name it. the danger of fame is the probable poison to his success.

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Sydney boarding to New York City...

"Mr. Phillip, all I'm trying to say is I need more photoshoots. The big big ones! Not those indie looking bullshit that wouldn't take me anywhere." The sound of the flying tin can (the airplane if you will) irritated him more than anything.

"Eddy, you don't understand. We just launched a photoshoot with Dior, what else do you want?"

"I....I don't know. I just, I need more." Eddy scratched the back of his neck irritatingly. His assistant nudging him his warm flat white but he politely declined. He'll need that later.

"Look, Eddy, you don't need more photoshoots. What you need to do is rest. You'll be flying to America now right?" His manager said trying to calm their nerves down.

"Yes..."

"Take your break there, in a few weeks you'll be in Paris for the fashion week. I'll send you the details tomorrow."

"Okay, fine, goodbye Mr. Phillip."

"Have a safe flight, Eddy." And with that their call ended.

He briskly walked with Jenny his personal assistant to the boarding hallway. They wouldn't dare miss another flight for flying to the US again. Jenny tried to keep up with his pace before anyone could recognize the supermodel that is, Eddy Chen.

Flash!

Fuck they are that early? 12 am for a paparazzi? -- He groaned and buried his face deeper in his scarf and his shades. Yeah, because who wears shades at midnight. The paparazzi was keeping up with them, shouting to him to look here!

In a blur, his blonde assistant purposely spilled the hot coffee to the paparazzi's camera. He couldn't help but watch in awe. He hired the best assistant he could ever ask for.

"Hey! You'll pay for this!" The man screamed angrily but was stopped by security guards since they are now passing to the security clearance gates.

They laid their items to the metal detectors and their phones separate from their bags.

"As if that fucking paparazzi don't get paid enough from my photos to buy another camera." grumbling as he grabbed their bags again.

Oh well, onto 18 hours on a first-class flight.

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7:30 pm
John F. Kennedy Airport, New York City

"Paparazzi in New York is nothing new. Be sure to be safe." His manager, Mr. Phillip warned him.

"We might need a new bodyguard. This is getting out of hand! I can't expect Jenny to do this for me she's got more important things to take care of." He managed to talk at the phone and drink his white flat even though tons of paparazzi are shoving their cameras at his face. They were minding their business buying a cup of coffee then suddenly a hoard of people ambushed them, as they always do.