[ The description and prologue/ Eom Chungho's background and stuff up? ]
[ Includes; backstory, timeskips and a possibility of a flashback happening. )
" Hey, where are we- " Chungho called out as his hand was grabbed by the one and only.
" Come with me. "
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After the fall of a small photographer when he catches the CEO of a famous fashion line in an affair with one of the models under him, Eom Chungho was fired. His career as a photographer was tainted when a rumor began to spread about him faking the photo's he had of the supposed affair.
In a desperate attempt to get his career back, he plans to crash a party. But not just any party, oh no. A party with the CEO that fired him as the host of it. But how will he get in to crash this supposed party?
By getting in a fake relationship with the young CEO of the number one photography company. Kim Photography.
Yes, THE Kim Tae-hyung.
And somehow, Eom Chungho has to fake a relationship with this man, who seems to be hurt by his own past as this goes on.
What will the media think when they find out about the supposed relationship between CEO Kim Tae-hyung and photographer Eom Chungho?
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This, oh my god. Have fun with this?
- Tegu/Essien
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Eom Chungho was four years old, sitting on the leg of his mother as he bounced up and down. His mother's brown eyes stared back at Chungho when he looked up. A little giggling came there, from the both of them as they just began to laugh. Their bond is clear and strong, just like his mother's eye sight. Unlike his, where he has to wear glasses or strong contacts. His mother always said that he had his father's terrible eye sight.
Child model Eom Haneul is the mother of Eom Chungho. He has his mother's hair and his father's eyes, and his father's terrible eye sight. Chungho was born prematurely, his mother giving birth to him when she was only seven months along. She had almost died when she gave birth, but Haneul pulled along fine. The hospital he was born in closed down after a health scare, so he never saw the name of it. So, Haneul was transferred to another hospital along with Chungo, where they stayed for three and a half days, being discharged at two forty nine in the afternoon.
Upon getting home with young Chungho, her husband left her when seeing the size of his son. His mother, at the time, could not afford to change any documentation to alter his last name and her last name. So, they remained with Eom as their last name.
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" Eomma, my glasses hurt my face. " Chungho rubbed the sides of his head as he pulled off his glasses.
" They hurt? " Haneul bent down to her son's height showing him a soft look. He nodded in response to his mother.
" They're tight. " Chungho began to tear up from the pain on the sides of his head. " Eomma do I need new glasses? "
" I think you do need some new glasses kkul. If they're tight on the sides of your head it might be time for you to get some new glasses. " Haneul nodded, rubbing the tears away from his eyes with her thumbs.
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Chungho had turned eighteen the day before yesterday, so, two days ago he turned eighteen. What day is his birthday on; December thirty first. So, currently, it is January third of the new year. He had been accepted into the college of his dreams, a photography school. It being the third best in the country, he would have a blast starting his year off. Chungho would have an amazing time at this place.
The hum of the life around Chungho as he walked across the street gave him something to listen to until he got to the silence of his small apartment. He had been renting from an elderly couple who are amazing landlords. Their grandson, Bo Iseul, is sometimes babysat by Chungho in the apartment. He is a good kid, even though he broke a plate the last time he was over. But, it was only a plate, and plates can be replaced easily.
As he got to the other side of the street, he caught the gaze of a tall woman. She has dark brown hair and brown eyes, her hair being down to her shoulder blades at least, Chungo can't tell for certain on the length of her hair. Her outfit consisted of black heels, a black skirt, and a white blouse with some form of a bow coming down from the collar of the shirt to tighten it around her? Sunglasses sat on the top of her head as she spoke to a man in a business suit. Her sunglasses were also black, her earrings small pearls. Her bag was a medium sized black purse that seemed to hold something important from the way she was holding onto it. Protectively, like a mother shielding her child from a terrible danger.
The woman kept looking at him as they made eye contact. He looked away from the woman and continued on with what he was doing; going home. He fixed the glasses that he wore as he walked, holding his binder to his chest, and not by the strap on the spine of it. He needed to get home, because he is so tired. Maybe needs to take a shower too, he kinda smells he lives in the outside for most of the time, and only comes inside when he needs food or to take a shower.
Chungo turned left, going down the narrow strip of street to get to the back entrance to his apartment. He does not like to use the front entrance, because there are so many people over there and, they just might talk about his height. His small height, of four foot five feet tall. He does not blame his mother for having him prematurely, but, did his height have to be effected this much? Why couldn't he have been the same height of her, five feet tall? Instead, he is this small eighteen year old man taking on the world with his small legs. One small, puny, little, tiny, step at a time.
He eventually unlocked the back door to his apartment, coming in and locking it behind him. With how the apartment is situated, he entered the kitchen. To his right is the small two person seating table. Infront of his is the small living room. To the side, is the small hallways that held his bedroom/laundry room. Small lights turned on as he walked, the lights being motion sensors lights that turn on. The elder couple had done some upgrades to this apartment before they moved out, and those upgrades were needed. The building is slowly getting repaired, but for the most part, it was still in a, bad, condition.
Chungho wondered why he and that woman made eye contact. She looked to be a model, and she most likely is. Maybe she was staring because of his height. Maybe she thought he was a fan or something following her around? He does not know, and might not ever know.
That is besides the point. Chungho walked around to make sure that nothing was broken, no stains on anything, nothing out of place. He is good. Nothing is broken or out of place, and everything is spotless. He took off his shoes and socks seeing that he was finally home. He didn't care to get home slippers, because he is accustomed to being barefoot when home. His mother never made him wear home slippers, so he never did wear them. Speaking of which, he needs to call his mother. They haven't talked in so long.
Chungho pulled his phone from his back pocket, dialing his mother's number and hoping she would answer his call. She did, and it brought a smile to his face.
" Eomma, how are you? " Chungho asked his mother, hoping it would be a good answer today.
" Not so good kkul. There's something I have to tell you. " Bad news. Uh oh. Bad news is never good. The word bad is in the thing, "bad news". Bad news is never good.
" Eomma, is really bad bad news or is it just regular bad news? " There was silence from the other side as Chungho sat down on his small black couch.
" I have another tumor, Chungho. This one is cancerous. My cancer might be coming back. " Haneul's voice seemed to crack a bit, letting him know that she was on the verge of crying as well.
Chungho needed some time to let it sink in. Her cancer was coming back too? Why are all of these negative things happening in his life? " Eomma... "
" Yes, kkul? " Haneul asked Chungho.
" I love you Eomma. " Chungo wiped away a stray tear.
" I love you too, kkul. "
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A h e m .
I hope that this is a good thing. I'll be trying this out? And, none of these images belong to me unless stated otherwise.
- Tegu/Essien
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