"Y/N wake up!" My annoying brother yelled for the hundredth time and pulled off the duvet that was giving warmth to my whole body.
"Shut up! Leave me alone!" I whined and covered myself with the pillow beside me.
"You have a photo shoot in thirty minutes!"
Photo shoot? What photo shoot? Wait...
"Oh my god! The photo shoot!" I jumped out of bed and ran towards my bathroom and did everything as fast as I can. "Why did you wake me up just now?!" I yelled while brushing my teeth. The foam making my words slightly not understandable
"Just now?! I've been yelling at you for the past hour!" Felix exclaimed
I was such in a hurry that I had no choice but to skip breakfast and hop in the car "Mr. Yang to IT Entertainment. Please hurry!" I told our family driver as I struggled to put on my black stockings.
I was dropped at the entrance and slammed the car door shut. I was ready to run inside when I was pulled back by my sling bag that was stuck on the window.
How in the world?!
The car started to move and I had to dash with the vehicle too. I yelled out for Mr Yang to stop and good thing he heard. He opened the window and apologized countlessly. "No worries!" I assured and scurry my late ass towards the building.
Tough luck. The elevator was under maintenance. Stairs it is then.
Ten fucking long flights of stairs.
I took off my heels and began my cardio exercise or should I say cardio torture. As soon as I arrived at the tenth floor I panted and dropped my knees to the floor when I heard an elevator "ding"
The other one was working! How on earth did I miss that!?
I entered my personal lounge and met my stylist there looking at me as I heard them mumble "What the fuck" I plopped myself onto the couch to catch my breath. Al gave me a bottle of water then passed me a towel. I was sweating like crazy!
"Girl, what kind of storm did you pass through?" Al asked with a disgusted look as they were strapping a belt bag that carried all their hair equipments before motioning me to sit in front of the gigantic lit mirror.
"Oh don't get me started" I rolled my eyes and carried myself to the vanity area, to get my hair and make up done.
"The model from VanTE Modeling Management arrived earlier. You know, the one you'll be working with today? We got in together in the same elevator. And was he breathtaking! I need to make you look gorgeous. You need to snatch his wig, girl!" They said and placed curlers in my hair.
"Al, you clearly know that I have no interest in men"
"But still you have to have that pizzazz when you walk in! So shut up and let me do my magic!"
A good thirty minutes was all it took to finish my look. I wore my outfit which was a white blouse layered by a pink long reefer coat. For the bottom part were the pink boot cut slacks and white heels. Al did a neutral chic make up and my hair was neatly flowing with medium curls. My manager knocked at the door and told me to proceed outside to the rooftop, where the photo shoot will take place.
This was the Teen Chic Collection and IT decided to pair up with VanTE for this latest fashion issue. I was going to be paired with an international model from VanTE and that made me nervous. I was only a B grade model. And I don't even have a clue on who this model is. But there's nothing wrong with keeping my chin high up and show everyone what I got.
I was accompanied by my assistant towards the rooftop where everything was already set up. Tanya, aka my manager was talking to someone while I had a few retouches. Tanya called me and there stood the model from VanTE but his back was facing me. His hair was getting fixed as he bent down to reach the height of his stylist.
"Y/N meet the international male model. He'll be working with you in this collection. This one is a big deal. This issue will be released worldwide. Make it count." Tanya told me with her stern voice and as the male model faced me after getting sure retouches, My face twisted a whole hundred and eighty degrees
"YOU?!" we both said in sync.
"Oh great, you both know each other!" Tanya said in joy
"This troll face is an international model?!" I snarled with disbelief
"Y/N!" Tanya warned
"I'm not your mirror, pussy eater!"
"How dare you-"
"No! How dare you!"
I was about to pounce and strangle him when Tanya wanted to be the cockblocker
"Y/N be professional. There are a lot of people here" I calmed myself down and flicked my hair to the side. I inhaled sharply and gave him a glare that made sure he knew I want him to be buried alive.
"How nice to meet you here today Mr. Kim Taehyung" I said through my gritted teeth
"Oh we'll have a fabulous time together" He smirked shoving his disgusting hand towards me for a shake. I took it into grasp and forcefully held it tight only for him to respond with a tighter grip. I pulled him towards me with our hand still interlocked and eyes not moving away from each other. He stumbled a bit but he was composed enough to make it subtle which only annoyed me even more.
"I'll make sure that you'll loath working with me, Kim." I hissed. Having him this close to me made me feel the aggravation that he was transuding. I squinted my eyes at him, giving more pressure to the already tight handshake.
"And I'll make sure to be the death of you, Lee."
I was close to pounce on him again and strangle him but he better thank that the director yelled to get on with the places. He forcefully sent my arm back and strode off— not before stepping on my right foot first. I let out a small yelp dashing to take him down but I had to stop myself of doing so when the photographer barged in front of me with a huge smile.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Y/N! I'm—"
"Zico! Yes! Big fan of your works!" I gushed only to feel even more delighted when I saw him get flustered. At least he can take my mind of the troll. But behind him stood a grumpy looking troll with his eyebrows raised and an evident scowl loitering his face while judging me from top to bottom. I gave him a look back and asked Zico to head over to the area where we were supposed take the first set of photos.
I passed by the troll and he didn't take long before following us after the director's orders. I reached my hand over my back raising him my middle finger which he pinched real hard and did not let go when I wriggled it away from him.
This is going to be a long day.