Park Jimin?

I wasn't wrong. He clearly looked like the attractive, 26 year old runway manager, hosting every French catwalk to date.

Jungkook, this time, looked much happier from the last time I saw him.

"Jimin, Jungkook," Taehyung said, joining his friends, "This is-"

"Sora," Jungkook finished, smiling at me. "We've met before."

Taehyung raised a brow. "Already on a first name basis I see," he mused, flashing a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"You're the only one who calls me Miss Yoon," I said bluntly. "Making me feel old."

"I didn't realise that you'd mind," mused Taehyung, "You should know that I was only trying to be formal."

"You can call me Sora if you want, Mr. Kim," I said.

He stopped. "Really?" he asked, with such sincerity it surprised me.

"I-I don't see why not."

Taehyung's eyes sparkled slightly. "Then...then you can call me Taehyung."

"Taehyung," I repeated, the name sounding lovely even on my lips.

His smile softened. "You say it beautifully."

I heard Hoseok snorting from behind me as he got down the plane. "I'll let you know, Sora dear, that he's been wanting to call you that for a while."

"Always have to ruin it, shithead," sneered Taehyung, his fire-like aura back.

Jimin snorted. "Always good to see our favourite gay boy in Paris." the younger slung an arm around Hoseok. "Maybe finally you'll find a boyfriend in the city of looove."

"I enjoy being single, thank you very much," Hoseok remarked. "Then I won't have anyone cheating on me."

"Aww, Hoseok," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm okay, now, darling," the redhead assured me, smiling his sunshine smile.

"Right," Jungkook spoke up, silent throughout, "Let's get out the airport."

We all left the huge Paris airport through a private exit, flanked by guards until a black masserati awaited us in the parking lot.

"Let's go on a ride around the city," Jimin declared, getting in the driver's seat.

Taehyung dragged him out. "Absolutely not." He then got in himself. "We're going to the runway first."

"Oh, come on, Tae, we just got here!" Hoseok argued. "I want to cruise around a little."

"All of that can be done later," the blonde only said. He then looked up at me. "Come. Sit here."

I got into the passenger seat, slithering the door shut. The others got into the back, Hoseok in the middle, Jimin at his left and Jungkook at his right.

Taehyung backed the car out the parking space, and soon the entire lot, driving onto the main road.

While the three at the back talked, I looked out the window, admiring the view.

Paris took my breath away. It was gorgeous, with half the city bringing out a medieval touch, and half the modernised city.

The people were definite eye catchers as well. No wonder Paris has been the fashion capital for three centuries now.

Taehyung turned left and a huge building greeted us. He parked the car next to it, and got out.

"The Park Runway Headquarters," Jimin introduced his father's building as he got out the car.

"Are the models there already?" Taehyung asked, following suit, and opening the doors for me.

"Yes," Jungkook answered. He then glanced at me before saying, "Camille's there too."

Oh no. I showed my concern for him, he giving me a sad smile in return.

"Uh, let's get going," Taehyung said, gesturing for me to follow.

We got inside the building, and standing proudly in the middle of the black and white room was a long runway, glistening in the lights.

"They're all backstage," added Jimin, leading us up the runway and past it.

Dozens of models were milling about, along with the crew Taehyung had brought from Seoul.

The man then snapped his fingers. Silence greeted him.

"Right, girls!" he called out. "There is to be a runway in less than three hours! The latest designs will be handed to you by my crew after you've done makeup!

"So all models on makeup, STAT!" Taehyung ordered. The models obeyed, scurrying to different rooms to get their tasks done.

He turned his head to me, brow raised.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you not a model? You're on makeup as well."

"Wait," I said, "I'm doing this catwalk as well?"

"Newest Autumn Collection by V," Taehyung mused. "Of course you're going to model it for me. I need this to be a sellout."

"Oh, so am I your lucky charm, then?" I muttered dryly.

"It's got nothing to with luck, Sora," said Taehyung, "You're a brilliant model."

Right.

I made my way to the makeup room, Hoseok catching up with me.

"Do you really think you'll have your makeup done from someone else when I'm right here?" demanded the redhead.

"That's a good point," I noted. "I do want to look my best for my first catwalk."

As we entered the makeup room, Hoseok said,"Don't worry, Sora, you'll do amazing."

"I only hope," I replied.

More models were up on recliners, getting their faces caked.

"Hoooooooseeeeooooookkkkk!"

"Oh, boy," he muttered.

I turned around and found none other than Camille Rey hurrying over to us.

She had ebony hair, layered all the way down to her back. Thick black brows and full lips, she definitely looked the daughter of an icon in the fashion industry.

There was another woman at her side, skin chocolate brown skin, straight brown hair and glorious dark eyes.

"Camille, Giselle," Hoseok said, nodding at them both.

Oh my God. Giselle Lamar, top model of Paris. Good friends with the fake bitch by her side.

"Hoseeok, you must do my makeup," whined Camille.

The man sighed, clearly done. "I'll do it when I've finished with Sora here."

Camille looked me up and down, scrunching up her nose.

She was about to say something when Giselle stopped her.

"Yoon Sora."

I looked at her, slightly blinded by her beauty. No wonder she was such a successful model.

"You're the new one, non?"

Straightening myself, I answered, "Yeah. Just debuted nearly a week ago."

Her lips dazzled a smile. "You're very pretty, Sora. I don't think Hoseok here needs to do anything to your face."

"Look at you though!" I exclaimed, waving a hand at her.

Giselle chuckled. "I know, I know."

Hosoek started with my makeup, layering it slowly. He put on a nude lipstick, and clicked his tongue. "Fab," he commented.

A few hours passed by, the show all prepared. Taehyung was going everywhere, either passing a remark on a model's fitting, finishing up dresses or shouting at the backstage crew.

I didn't have the chance to talk to him, with everyone hurrying so much.

I heard the audience's murmuring go down. Jimin's voice boomed across the runway.

"Bon soir, mesdames et messieurs!" he roared. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! I hope you're all doing well, and we hope you enjoy the Autumn Collection, exclusively by V."

He went off backstage, giving Giselle a thumbs up.

She nodded, tossing her hair back, and entered the runway.

Watching her sashay on the catwalk, I couldn't contain my gasp.

The woman walked like she owned the runway.

I suddenly looked down at myself. I wore a black blouse and beige pants, an auburn coat shrug on, dangling at the elbows.

Even the clothes didn't make me feel so good about myself.

"Sora."

I jerked back to find Taehyung, crossing his arms. "Why the nerves?"

I looked behind my hands behind my back. "I-I don't know-"

"Woah, Sora," he said softly, gripping my arms. "Just calm down, okay? Take a deep breath."

Taehyung exaggerated a breath. I followed him, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

"Good, good," he murmured. "Just walk with confidence. Walk like not only you own this catwalk, but the entirety of Paris."

Nodding weakly, Taehyung let go of me, looking ahead at the runway. "Right, it's your turn."

Giselle walked back stage, flashing a smile at Taehyung. "Good?"

His smile was a bit strained. "Great."

Satisfied, she walked into the makeup rooms.

I looked at the runway, biting my lip.

"Go."

I proceeded on the runway.

All thoughts went out my head.

WALK YOU IDIOT-

I willed my feet to start moving.

Good, good, just keep moving-

I swayed my hips from side to side, my heels clicking against the catwalk.

A thousand pairs of eyes bore onto me. I tried not to let it notice.

I felt Jungkook's eyes lock with mine. He was sitting at the front with his dad, smiling at me.

I was so busy looking at him that my foot slipped.

OH SHIT-

I tripped, but managed to get back on my feet.

A snort escaped someone. I don't know who.

My cheeks burned like wildfire. I was sure I was as red as a tomato.

My ankle raged in pain. I stumbled the whole walk through.

I collapsed on a nearby chair, hissing at my twisted ankle. Medics instantly surrounded me, inspecting my foot.

"What happened-"

"Did she slip-"

"I'm not surprised she did, rookie little-"

"Move out the way!"

People created a little opening, enough for Taehyung to squeeze through.

"Mr. Kim-" a medic started but the designer's raised hand shut him up.

"Can you get up, Sora?" Taehyung snapped.

I blinked. "I think so-"

He slung an arm around me, helping me stand. "Get out the way unless you want to suffocate me!" Taehyung exclaimed at the crowd.

They parted, and the man led me to an empty makeup room. He sat me down on the recliner, and grabbed a medical kit by the dressing table.

The door opened, and Giselle's head popped out the door.

"Is everything okay-"

"Get out," Taehyung barked, not even looking at the model.

Giselle gaped at the man before shutting the door quietly.

Oh my God.

Taehyung sat down, cross-legged, by the foot of the chair.

He opened up the kit, taking out the bandages.

I watched him wet the strips with the water bottle in the kit. He looked so... unprofessional. So carefree, sitting like a little boy.

Fingers brushed against my heel. Taehyung slipped the shoe out of my foot.

He then started to wrap the wet bandages around my ankle.

The cold strips were actually soothing. Taehyung's fingers skimmed across my skin, wrapping the bandages smoothly.

When he was done, he got up, putting the kit back on the table.

I was about to thank him when he looked at me, setting such a cold stare all the words left me.

"Taehyung?"

"Do you know why you tripped, Sora?" he asked softly.

"Uh..."

"You were supposed to turn when you reached the end of the runway. But you were too busy staring at a certain someone and tripped."

I blinked. "You don't mean-"

"Yes, I mean Jungkook," Taehyung snapped.

"What has he got to do with anything?" I demanded. This little accusation had angered me a lot.

"If you'd actually stopped staring at him, then maybe you would have done it right," snarled he.

I scoffed. "It was my first time, Taehyung. I was gonna get it wrong."

Taehyung's eyes darkened. "Giselle did it perfectly fine first time she walked a runway."

Oh, that's it.

"Well then next time maybe you should just let Giselle do the whole fucking show," I jeered.

I got up, slipping my heel, and stormed out the room, slamming the door shut.

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