"The rules for a model the day of a photo shoot are similar to those of a patient pre-surgery. No food or drink 12 hours prior, wear comfortable clothing, and make sure your affairs are in order. You never know what could go wrong in a flash."
@Y. CHRISTIAN [] wanna reply in either the nightclub or the hotel room? pick whatever vibe you want; nightclub means Taehyung getting very, /very/ drunk whereas the hotel bar will have him be a bit more chill and tipsy. Also, did you want me to add a personal room for Chris? + I don’t want them to go back to his juuussttt yet eue ++ Roman is just a random name for random boyfriend
“What are you— Let go of me!”
As gentle as the grip around his arm was, Taehyung still struggled to pull himself out of it; a mental war going on in his head as he thought whether he should wait and see what was about to happen or just slap the out of this entitled prick and leave.
What came next left him absolutely flabbergasted.
Instinctively, his hand curled around new-found warmth, a pleasant buzz in the back of his mind that was drowned out by blood rushing to his ears. His lips parted from shock, his eyes searching for anything, anything other than the reserved concern that the designer was looking at him with. Taehyung hated it, he hated that look. It filled him with anger and loathing, like he was a child again.
And besides, what rumours?
(You know what rumours, Taehyung)
There was nothing for people to speculate about!
(Of course there is, there’s always drama to talk about when you’re brought up)
He must’ve looked like an idiot, just standing there with his mouth open like a fish and stammering half sentences that sounded like nothing. Being speechless wasn’t really something he did so to have been stunned into silence was a horrible new experience.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He really should have picked to leave.
“Whatever it is you’re smoking, you need stop because clearly it’s making you hallucinate things that aren’t there.” Taehyung finally snapped, yanking his hand away when he realised, oh yeah, they were holding hands. “Or hook me up with your dealer cause clearly it’s good .”
“And you can off with that ‘pain’ bull, I’m fine” Even a child would have been able to hear the tremble in his voice, Taehyung swallowing thickly, anger bubbling in his stomach. How dare this meathead try to assume what was going on his life!? He knew nothing about Taehyung, absolutely nothing and yet here he was, running his nasty little mouth off about knowing his ‘pain’.
“I’m leaving and you best believe I’m going to get my manager to demand compensation for this.”
Taehyung didn’t want to be in this mans presence for another second, not in private here in the studio and certainly not when they could be photographed leaving together.
Oh but—
Roman really wouldn’t like if Taehyung was caught with somebody else.
Taehyung felt himself pause, his thoughts stopping and before he knew it, he was reaching over Christian to grab a pen. There wasn’t much in the way of paper so he slid a sketch drawing closer to rip a corner off the side. And yes, he was careful to not tear any part of the drawing. He scribbled down an address in his messy cursive before shoving the piece of paper into Christians chest with a huff.
He stood there with his arms folded across his chest, tonguing his cheek because he knew that this was a bad idea. Roman wouldn’t like this if he found out. And that was probably why Taehyung had to do it.
This was a bad idea but if it meant getting his boyfriend to pay any kind of attention to him, then it was worth it.
“Here. I have another shoot I need to be at but.. Meet me at eight sharp and don’t stand me up.”
There was no turning back now. Taehyung pressed a kiss to the corner of Christians lips, just shy of being friendly and hinting to something more as he his heel, raising his hand in a mock wave as he called out.
“I’ll make sure you never get laid again if you do. I’ll see you tonight, darling”
There’s always that moment where after a long day at work, you take off your heels, make your way to the bathroom and just.. think. You look at your tired reflection without really seeing anything, just mulling over the events of the day and what you could have done better or differently.
For Taehyung, he liked to watch himself.
It wasn’t some weird, narcissistic ritual(ok, that’s a lie, sometimes it was) where he fawned over his beauty. Quite the opposite really.
He liked to pick out every flaw, every imperfection that stuck out to him and just wish it away. Of course, that wasn’t how life worked. Life didn’t give a when Taehyung watched his reflection reach up to press three fingers into the divots between his ribs rather comfortably. His piercings winked at him under the light but they did nothing to hide the ugly blotches of purple and blue tinged with sickly green that mottled his side and stomach. It was ugly.
He was ugly. And life didn’t care.
He knew he was thin even by Industry standards, it was only by the grace of his goddess Coco Chanel that he still somehow managed to retain a decent frame and that landed him so many jobs. Ugly, ugly, ugly. It was moments like this where his fingers tweaked at his piercings and pinched at his fat, pressed into his bruises until the skin turned white beneath his finger tips, just to elicit some sort of reaction, some sort of confirmation for the all the weak thoughts in his mind. It was moments like these, that happened on every photo shoot or design session without fail, that cracks formed in his carefully constructed persona to reveal rusted iron underneath his gold-plated exterior. It was a moment that he liked to keep private, specifically kicking out all of his assistants from his dressing room for the next half hour to reflect and remind himself that he wasn’t perfect, he was barely even human; disgusting, twisted, mean. Ugly.
And then it’d gone to when that lousy designer had come barging into /his/ dressing room without a single care in the world that he’d just walked in on arguably the biggest model .
And stared.
He’d had the audacity to stare.
Taehyungs face burned with rage just remembering how he’d let out that embarrassing squeal, throwing the nearest thing(a heavy leather moto jacket) at Yu while he’d yelled bloody murder to get the out. He’d seen them. He’d seen the bruises. If anybody knew, they’d think that Taehyungs boyfriend wasn’t just overzealous sometimes, they’d think the worst things about him. And then he’d be the one to deal with his passionate outbursts at home, hence the cycle repeat again and again and again.
His impossibly high stilettos echoed in the empty photo studio as he marched over to the offending person, fists clenched into tight balls by his sides. Most of the staff, including his own personal assistants, had left for the day so aside from himself, Christian Yu and a mousey looking girl who scurried out of the room the second she locked gazes with his. Good riddance, he didn’t need an audience for this.
“Just a second, nut bag” Taehyung snapped, shoving Yu’s shoulder as he got all up in the muscular mans personal space, flicking his raven out of his eyes to scowl down at the fashion designer. He was taller than Christian, even without the heels, but the extra height added a little boost to his confidence as he sneered down at the older man. Still, he couldn’t ignore the shiver that ran down his spine when he met an equally heated stare that matched his own.
The er, just because he had a few successful fashion lines didn’t mean he could waltz around barging in on semi- models.
He scowled when the man across from him went to say something, his thin arm shooting out to smack his hand over Christians admittedly gorgeous lips “Shut the up, you hipster reject, I’m talking.”
“I could have you arrested for ual harassment for walking in on me. Don’t you know it’s rude to spy on pretty boys like the that you are? Especially when said pretty boy is me.” Taehyung hissed “I don’t appreciate being stared at by Harvey Weinstein Junior so I’m wondering if your career would fall apart as quickly?”
“So how are you gonna make it up to me so I don’t ruin your career?”
hi loves, i'm sorry for joining at such an inconvenient time for me. i'm in the process of a big move so things have been really crazy. with that being said, i'll be leaving jungkook. thank you for having me!
