Again? [SeongSang FF]

Two

(Btw I couldn't find how to describe his outfit in the writing so he's just wearing what's in the photo above ^)

[Seonghwa POV]

"A little to your left Seonghwa."

I turned slightly and glanced up at the camera. Fuck, my knee is starting to itch.

"Beautiful, now can we bring in Miss Ae-Cha please."

Ugh. Not this bitch again. They keep pairing me up with this stupid rookie and making us do 'romantic poses' together. It pisses me off because she can't even do proper facial expressions and always has to have me support her with my hand around her waist or holding onto her shoulders. It's so blatantly obvious that she likes me but to be honest, and I hate to say to say it, she's not even a visual. I'm sorry sweetheart, you picked the wrong profession. She's ok but she's more of a basic girl group idol visual over an actual model. But whatever the article directors want I guess.

Oh boy, here she comes. She's wearing a flowing, black, long-sleeved crop top with a matching skirt with a few generous rips in it. Luckily for my eyes, the skirt comes with shorts underneath so I don't have to see her ass crack. She has on long black stockings and a pair of all black, velvet high heel boots to go with it. Her hair is a light brown, almost dirty blonde color, which is straightened out and parted in the middle. One half in front of her shoulder and the other behind. On her neck, a thin, black, satin chocker held together by an infinity symbol. A dark red flower crown rests on top of her head and her makeup is soft and well done. It's a shame this gorgeous fit is ruined by her attempts to be clumsy and quirky as she stumbles onto the set. I sigh as she fake trips into my chest, almost falling over since I don't make any attempt to catch her ass. She looks up at me and giggles with her lame excuse of a cutesy high pitched voice.

She lays her hands on my chest and says, "Oh, sorry Oppa, I didn't know I would be wearing heels today and I didn't practice walking around in them the night before."

I scoff and step back away from her. She brushes her bang behind her ear and laughs softly, looking down at her feet and kicking one of them at the ground. At some point she looks up at me and realizes I don't give a flying fuck. She stumbles again, grabbing onto the front of my shirt, forcing me to grab her or else I'm gonna fall with her. I hold onto her elbows and she looks up at me blushing.

"Oh my, Oppa... Teehee," She squeals, lightly pressing on my chest with her fist. She grabs her cheeks as she turns away from me and toward the photographer, who is annoyingly into it for some reason. He chuckles sheepishly and motions for us to get closer. She shuffles shyly closer to me, making sure there's a small distance between us even though she was soooo confident earlier. What does she think this is? A k-drama? I'm not gonna wrap my hand around your shoulder and pull you in closer.

"Seonghwa could you wrap your hand around her shoulder please?" The photographer asks, ready to take the shot.

When I tell you I wanted to curse myself off this planet-

Reluctantly, I put my arm over her shoulder and start to pose, but this fool is standing there with her sweater paws to her cheeks like this is some intimate date moment. Who's gonna tell her...

After a while of posing in different positions and facial concepts, the photographer wraps up and finally I'm free from this leech. I start to speed walk off of the set, trying my best to avoid Ae-Cha. I bust through the studio doors, the leech screaming for me to wait up. Unfortunately she catches up and hugs onto my arm. I immediately pull out of her hold and look back at her with a scowl.

"O-Oppaa," she pouts, kicking her foot at the ground again.

"I don't have time for this shit," I say under my breath, walking away. By now I'm already pissed and she's really pushing it. I think I might argue with my manager again to never put her and I in the same vicinity ever again.

I storm around the corridor corner, not even looking up anymore. I leave 'The Studio' and lean my arms along the glass railing. Groaning, I stretch back and rest my forehead on the railing lightly. I close my eyes and wish the world would go away. Even for a second or two. I take a deep breath and instantly I feel a little better. I feel better until a soft tap on my arm snaps me out of it.

"For gods sake, WHAT?" I scream, looking up to my left. But instead of the annoying, dirty blonde, I see a very taken aback young guy. He had parted, brown hair and thin, black, circle rimmed glasses. He had his hands to his mouth, his face was in complete awe.

"Oh, sorry I was just wondering..." he stepped back slightly. "If you were ok..." His face was flushed slightly and he couldn't look me in the eye. He looked at his shoes with a sad look in his face. I've never felt this bad for screaming at someone...

"Ah... I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. They've been... bothering me lately," I said trying to lighten the mood and make up for what I said. He still had is face towards the ground, standing in a very small and conceited stance. He actually had quite a pretty face. His lips were a soft pink and he had big round hazel eyes. His cheeks were round but his jawline was sharp and his side profile was little short of perfection. I subconsciously started to reach out for his arm but he just scooted away from me quietly. I put my hand down slowly, defeated.

"It's fine," he said coldly before turning away and gliding down the stairs. I sighed. I feel guilty now... I don't want him to think I'm a bad person...

Across from me, out walks the interview supervisor. He's holding a clipboard with the guy's resumé clipped into it.

"Hey Seonghwa," he greeted me, "Thanks again for helping me out with that report the other day. It got really good feedback so maybe you could share your tips with me one day."

"Ha ha, yeah for sure. Let me know if you ever need help again," I said even though he was an absolute pain to work with and if I could, I would've ignored him and carried on with my day. These people just seem to adore me though, don't they...

"Your such a great guy you know that? If you have any favors for me to help you out, just give me a ring alright?" He said before starting for the staircase, the guy's picture on his resumé catching my eye.

"Actually... Can I talk to you?" I asked without thinking. The supervisor turned back to face me, his eyebrows raised slightly.
"Who..." I took a quick breath in, "Who was the guy who walked out of the interviewing room earlier?"

"Oh that guy? He's some amateur artist, fresh out of college. He's got spirit but not enough experience..." the older guy explained. I mean, I understood why he wasn't passed through but I couldn't help myself. I convinced myself I said this because I just didn't want him to think I'm a bad person. That was all. Nothing more than that.

"I have a favor for you."