inseperable; jaeyong

fifteen

6 months later.

'ah, a beauty! a beauty indeed!' the photographer shouted. 'right there is perfect!'

taeyong posed yet again, holding it until the photographer put down his camera.

'can we just give this man a clap? he's unbelievable!' the photographer put down his camera as those in the room began to applaud the work of taeyong.

'ah, thank you for everyone's hard work.' he applauded with them, giving them thankful bows.

'so, i say same time here at the studio next week? we've got a couple more to shoot for the next magazine with the japanese designer...'

'he'll be here.' taeyong's manager confirmed. 'won't you, taeyong?'

both the photographer and the manager looked at taeyong for further confirmation.

'without a doubt.' the male shone a smile before removing the jacket from his shoulders and handing it over to the stylist.

'are there any other shoots on for next week or is that all?' taeyong questioned as he walked towards to beverage station, his manager right behind him.

'you have a 5:30-8pm shoot with the french designer on the tuesday. oh and tonight at 7 you have the dinner party to attend with the last japanese stylist. you won't forget, will you?'

taeyong slid a paper cup from the stack and poured himself some red wine, scoffing at the choice of drinks. he chugged the whole liquor before flipping the cup at the bin.

'i'll meet you outside my apartment at 6:30.' taeyong threw his manager a smile. 'thank you for your hard work.'

'thank you, taeyong. great to see you finally going big with more popular designers. you deserve the recognition.' the manager grabbed his large holdall bag from one of the seats and walking taeyong out of the studio.

'i'll see you later on. thank you once again.' taeyong dismissed himself and bidding farewell to the manager before slipping on his coat and strolling down the street.

a manager at last. as soon as taeyong began being recognised by much bigger designers, his agency urged taeyong to get a manager, to which he finally did after.

but it didn't even faze him at all. the fame that he was slowly receiving, the magazine appearances, it didn't mean much to him like it did for everyone around him.

he couldn't be more bothered. he was really just doing it to live.

and he continued to stroll down the streets, unbothered at the way some people would do a double check, whispering to each other that it was the 'handsome model in that one magazine'.

all he cared about now was that he was alive with food in his fridge.