It's been three days and Taeyong doesn't have any news about Jaehyun. He just suddenly disappeared. The boy went to his old habit, just doing his own business in the corner. His days went gloomy and lonely. Like in a snap, he just went back to his snob self. He barely talks anymore. All his time alone, he just concluded that he really misses Jaehyun.

He could say he likes Jaehyun. Yeah, he really likes him.

Jaehyun's just his sunshine and rainbows. He makes him smile and laugh like no one can. Taeyong has the best days with him and he realized he wanted to be with the model more than they already did. His presence just makes the boy feel peace.

"Taeyong."

"Hm?" the designer responded, without looking back at Kun.

"Do you want to go out? Let's grab some coffee?"

Taeyong shook his head, "No, thank you. I don't like coffee."

Kun nodded, "Ah, okay. Maybe you want anything."

"None...Thank you, Kun."

The Chinese designer has been worried about Taeyong. He doesn't exactly know why the designer seems really down lately but maybe it's something personal. He doesn't want to get scolded so he leaves Taeyong alone. He checks on him though. But he's able to finish most of his work now.

He's done all of the clothing and now he's doing the adjustments. Although, Jaehyun's piece hasn't been fitted so it's still unfinished. But Taeyong can't be stopped. He just wants to make himself busy right now.

Taeyong's so done that he told himself that if Jaehyun comes over to the work room, he'll confess to him. He'll hug him and tell him that he misses him dearly that he couldn't stop getting worried about him.

From his anger, he messed up sewing the beads. Taeyong groaned before he sighed.

"Fuck..." he cursed under his breath.

He went to grab the blade to rip the thread under and when he did, he overdid it and accidentally cuts his fingers. Taeyong jolted and immediately placed the clothing down with the other things he has in his hands to look for a medical kit.

He was frantic since he was in a panic and when he was able to find the kit, he cleaned and dressed up his deep wound. It was bleeding badly that he could've sworn be just ruined the white collar of a clothing he was fixing.

Taeyong walked back to look at the clothing and when he saw the stain, he sighed. He clicked his tongue then slammed the piece against the table. He was actually very frustrated. He just wants to breakdown.

"Hello...?"

The designer's eyes widened. His head immediately whipped towards the doorway of the workroom. Suddenly, his anger died down. His heart fluttered at the sight of the man coming into the room.

"Hey...So, uhm--"

Immediately, Taeyong ran towards the person by the door and tightly hugged him. Jaehyun was caught by surprised. He even took a step back from the sudden force. He just realized that the designer just has his arms around his torso. His heart started beating faster and he was getting flustered, his ears and cheeks were red.

Then Taeyong suddenly pushed himself away, stopping himself from indulging, and looked at Jaehyun with furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms. The model wasn't intimidated, he actually cooed when the designer even pouted. He looked so cute. He missed him.

"What happened?! You just disappeared!"

"Oh...Well, an emergency just came up so I had to leave work for a few days," the man answered, "You seem stressed when I came in."

"I just stained the clothing. I had many things in my mind," Taeyong uttered, "J-Just so you know...I got worried. I thought something happened to you..."

Jaehyun wasn't expecting him to say those but it was a surprise. He suddenly doesn't know what to say.

"R-Really? I'm sorry about that," the man said, "My pup got sick. I had to bring her to the vet and take care of her for a while."

"Ah, Jagi?"

For a second, Jaehyun thought Taeyong called him with the endearment but he remembered he named his dog 'Jagi.' Well, ain't he delusional?

"Y-Yeah...I didn't know you know her."

"Oh, how is she? Why did you leave her today?" Taeyong asked.

"She's fine, already better than before. I had to come over the adjustments. I don't want to delay your schedule," Jaehyun apologetically smiled.

"Eh?! You can just come back some other day when Jagi's fully recovered. I'm not in a hurry."

The model shrugged, "But I'm already here."

The designer hummed, "Fine. Come over here."

I wish I could tell him that I'm happy he's here.

Jaehyun looked around and saw that Taeyong was almost finished. He was impressed with the amount of progress ever since he left work. It was still messy and he found that Kun's probably here too because his work station was just as messy as Taeyong's. Both of them are already going to finish. He suddenly got excited for the fashion week.

His eyes then landed on the medical kit placed ontop of a table with a few materials outside of the case.

"Here. Then we'll get to do the adjustments," Taeyong uttered as he handed out the piece to Jaehyun.

The model grabbed the clothing and before the designer could lower his hand, he suddenly got a hold of the boy's wrist and looked at the dressed wound. Taeyong was taken aback.

"Should I start buying thimbles for you?" Jaehyun asked, "You're careless without me."

The boy took his hand away and frowned, "J-Just try the clothing then come back!"

The man chuckled before he goes into the dressing room. Taeyong was left flustered.

Jaehyun comes out wearing the clothing and the designer suddenly couldn't stop staring at him. The man walked towards him to present himself to the boy. Taeyong grabbed his pins and stopped himself from getting distracted.

"Hm, tell me about it. What doesn't seem to be right?"

The model hummed, "I don't think there's any problems. The pants, I think, is too long."

Taeyong nodded, looking at the pair. The flood doesn't really look good. Maybe he should just make them like a dress pants instead. He then knelt infront of the man and started pinning. Jaehyun actually got flustered when the boy suddenly knelt down. His ears became red again and he never dared to look down.

Holy shit, Jaehyun! Stop being dirty minded!

The designer minded his own business until his phone rang. Taeyong groaned.

"Who is it, Jaehyun?"

The man loomed over to look at the name displayed with furrowed eyebrows, "...Miss Esme?"

The boy stopped. He immediately stood and went to grab his phone to accept it. Jaehyun went curious. He just stood there, just listening to Taeyong talking in French on the phone. He seemed tense though. He wonders why. Although, he should ask him if it's personal. It seems personal.

It took them a few more seconds before Taeyong returned. Jaehyun just watched him gloom. The designer just goes back on adjusting with a bothered expression. The boy didn't even say anything to the man.

"Done. You can go and change then go home."

The way Taeyong said was cold. Jaehyun concluded he must be in a bad mood. He didn't say anything and just goes to change. After, he came back and gave the clothing to the designer who was already back on sewing some details on the other pieces. The model cleared his throat.

"You...You want to go out? Maybe grab some drinks?" Jaehyun asked.

Taeyong looked back at him and smiled briefly, "Maybe next time. I still need to talk to the director."

The model slowly nodded and smiled back, "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Okay, Jaehyun. Go home safe."

"You too."

Talk to the director? All of a sudden?