After Dusk || Im Changkyun

13. Royally Screwed

Chapter Thirteen

You were screwed.
You were royally screwed.
You held your hands behind your back, clutching onto them tightly in hopes that they'd stop shaking again. It had gotten worse as soon as you'd stepped foot into Milan and it almost scared you.
No, it scared you.
Things were never good when your hands shook.
Mijoo wasn't able to make it out of Korea. She was stuck for the next two days until she could get things with her passport solved. Apparently there were some issues that had popped up.
And unfortunately, Mijoo knew all the things you'd preferred in clothing styling.
Such as no crop tops without prior notice.
And here you were, being passed an uncomfortably short crop top by the stand in stylist that they'd found in the city.
"I can't use Suhyun's clothes?" You looked to the director, your voice almost in a plea. You were ready to start begging.
You were not prepared for this.
"Suhyun isn't in this scene and you have to be in all leather."
Jungwoo stepped in.
"Can't we make a change here? Y/N's never had a problem with anything before this. We should be able to adjust to her preferences."
The feeling of his leather jacket brushing against your hand startled you for a second. The feeling of leather was so smooth that it felt like skin touching yours. Well, leather was skin. Just not human skin.
You hoped at least.
"No." You said sternly, almost pushing Jungwoo back. He faltered but his long limbs kept him from falling.
"It's fine. I'll wear it. Can you just give me a second?"
You grabbed the shirt from the stylist that seemed to be pitying you but she very obviously couldn't do anything about it. You clenched onto the shirt tightly. This shouldn't bother you as much as it did.
But it scared you more.
"Can I have some of that foundation, please? Just for touch ups."
Before the stylist could step back to bottle, Changkyun stepped forward.
"That's not necessary." You looked up at Changkyun. He had that look in his eyes. That gaze he had when he was ready to start arguing. You gently tugged on his shirt, signaling him to stop before he did something. He spared you a glance, his eyes softening for a second but immediately looked back up towards the director who was getting less and less patient as each minute passed.
You were holding up filming.
"A styling issue shouldn't take this long to handle." Changkyun scoffed, rolling his eyes and making the director raise and eyebrow at him. Changkyun turned to Jungwoo, pulling the leather jacket off of him, who was desperately confused but willing to help regardless. Changkyun held out the large jacket for you, slipping your arms into it, stepping back, adjusting it, stepping back, and repeating the process until he was satisfied.
"Here? Is this good?" He breathed out as you faced the judgmental looks from the director as his eyes looked you up and down. He was a very nice person to work with but he has standards that people had to meet or else he wouldn't let it go.
That's what made him a good director.
"Can we get a belt? Tie it around her waist."
Your breath hitched.
"No." Changkyun responded immediately, making you flinch at how loud and how intimidating he was. He was intimidating. Changkyun always seemed to be hard to approach, but he looked genuinely frustrated right now.
Why did he look so frustrated?
Everyone in the room knew that they couldn't disobey him. Changkyun was very obedient when it came to some things, but when he disagreed with something everyone knew very well that they couldn't convince him otherwise. The tension in the room was odd, even the director looked too scared to say something with Changkyun's vision directed on him and him only.
The suffocating silence filled the room and you couldn't take it anymore.
"Can you bring the belt, please?" You squeaked out, your voice quiet and trembling. Changkyun looked down at you, mouthing things you couldn't understand because your vision was more focused on the black belt that one of the stylists was bringing.
It looked like the same kind too.
You thanked the woman with a pitiful smile as you took the belt from her. Your hands were shaking so much that you couldn't even try to stop them. The metal buckle was clanking loudly, making few people in the look at you with utter confusion in their gazes. You squeezed your eyes shut while you tried wrapping the belt around your waist.
The memories were flooding and you wanted them to stop.
You couldn't tell how you looked from the outside but you prayed that you didn't look like you were about to cry or breakdown onto the ground because that's would you felt like doing.
It hurt to have it touch your skin.
It felt as if it was burning your hands.
You weren't even able to get it around you before you felt someone take it from your hand and you heard the sound of metal hitting the tiled ground. You opened your eyes to see the belt on the floor and Changkyun rummaging through some stuff by the stylists box. He came back with a pair of scissors, walking right towards you. You instinctively stepped back and his eyes almost softened.
"Stay still, will you?" He muttered underneath his breath and you hesitantly nodded. You watched as he kneeled down in front of you, taking a the jacket and beginning to cut through the leather.
"What the heck are you doing, Im Changkyun?" You hissed at him, running a hand through your hair, obviously stressed because of the impulsive 24 year old in front of you.
You didn't know why he was suddenly trying to help you out but you weren't stopping him.
He cut off half of the jacket, turning it into a roughly cropped leather jacket.
"Is this good enough?" Changkyun asked the director, his hands gesturing towards you. The director examined you in silence for a minute before nodding. He pointed towards Jungwoo.
"Get a black shirt on the blonde and we'll start filing in ten."
"I'll pay you back for the jacket." Changkyun assured.
The director walked away.
Everyone did.
Except for Changkyun.
"Thank you, Changkyun. I really didn't want to wear that shirt." You guiltily chuckled, clutching onto your hands tightly.
He gave you a small smile that faded in a matter of seconds as he shrugged.
"Directors should be able to adjust for the needs of the actors because the actors always adjust themselves for the directors. None of this was for you, this was to prove a point."
You just nodded, a small spark ran through you at the sight of his smile. You were touched by him. Who knew he'd remember that random thing you'd unintentionally mentioned all those months ago.
You still regretted doing that.
"Oh, I'll pay the jacket back. You don't need to." You insisted which made Changkyun burst out into laughter. You side eyed him with a pout on your face.
"Why?"
He took the fabric of the jacket and wrapped it around his finger for a second before letting it go.
"This is a $3,000 Burberry jacket. I don't think you can do that, Eggo."
You gasped as soon as you heard the price of the jacket.
He cut up $3,000 worth of clothes with zero hesitation?
Changkyun really was a different breed.
But that was besides the point.
"What makes you think I can't?" You retorted confidently, but you could feel your bank account crying for help because of the mess you just might get yourself into. Changkyun raised an eyebrow at you, his amusement in your confidence was showing.
"I have money to spare, okay? You can keep yours."
Before you could start arguing again he started walking away. You tilted your head in confusion, skipping over quickly so you'd be walking beside him.
"Let's go, Hwannie." You giggled furiously and Changkyun stared you down as you broke out into a fit of laughter.
Using his character's name while he wasn't playing him what weird. Hwan was a wonderful person, the nicest soul and the coolest dude. Changkyun was... warming up to you to say the least.
He wasn't as bad as you thought he was.
"Hurry up, Eggo. You're slow." Changkyun chuckled slightly while taking long strides, walking far faster than you ever could.
Curse your short legs.