I woke up after the best sleep I had in weeks. There was a smile on my face for once.

I got up, swiping the sheets off me. Going over to kitchen, I made myself some cereal, tossing in a shit load of sugar.

When I finished my breakfast, I went over to the living room, sagging down in the sofa.

I turned on the TV, the news coming on.

"It's now 10 o'clock with the latest headlines..."

I should change the channel. I was getting the remote when the thought struck me.

It's now ten o'clock.

OH FUCK.

I practically flew off the sofa, running to my bedroom.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT-

I flung open the wardrobe, grabbing the first thing I see. A very creased shirt and jeans, but I didn't give two fucks.

I quickly put them on. Grabbing my bag from the bedside table, I dashed out the room, into the living room, and then out the door, slamming it shut.

A taxi finally came to me after screaming for five minutes. I ordered him to go to the V Headquarters.

The traffic just had to be horrific today. We were stuck for another half an hour.

Oh fuck this, I thought, getting out the car.

"Miss, the money!" the driver shouted, sticking his head out the window.

I threw the fare at his face.

Now looking forwards, I caught sight of the V Headquarters. Just two more minutes.

I got to the sidewalk and ran the rest of the way to the building.

I burst through the doors, rushing to the reception. "Where's Mr Kim?!" I demanded.

"8th floor, photoshoot room number 17."

I didn't bother thanking her as I sprinted to the lift. I pressed on the button, the doors closing too slow.

I tapped my foot repeatedly. Come on, come on, come on-

Another minute and the doors opened. I sped down the golden hallway, skimming through the doors.

15,16,17-

"17!" I exclaimed, and burst through the door.

"Shit-" I began.

I fell to the floor, flat on my face from the burst.

I let out a screech. My nose throbbed with immense pain.

Slow footsteps sounded. They came closer to me.

"That entrance was not the one I had in mind, Miss Yoon."

Shit.

I slowly looked up.

Right there, towering above me, was Kim Taehyung, hands in his pockets.

His lips crept into a malicious little smile.

"Need some help?" he asked, kneeling down to me.

I spied some men and women behind him, staring at the scene I made.

Most of the girls glared daggers at me. What's their problem? They're not the ones who fell like a dumbass.

My attention snapped to Taehyung's hand, held out to me.

I grabbed it, and he pulled me up, holding my elbow.

I thanked him as I stood up straighter.

"Try not to make yourself look like an idiot next time," he drawled, going back to the set.

A shocked gasp nearly escaped me. What the hell?!

Taehyung clapped his hands together. "Right! Let's continue with the shoot."

He looked back at me. "What are you looking shocked for? You're on makeup."

"Wait, what-"

"STAT!"

"Okay, okay!" I shouted. I ran to what I thought would be the makeup room.

A sigh came from behind. "The other door!" Taehyung yelled.

"Sorry, sorry-" I ran to other direction.

Snickering went around the room. I had the right mind to slap them all, but kept in my temptation.

The makeup room was gigantic, with the reclined chairs lined perfectly along the room.

One of the makeup artists waved me over. He was lean, had dark red hair and the biggest smile I'd ever seen on someone's face.

"Over here!" he exclaimed. I hurried over to him. "Sit, sit. Quick, before Taehyung blows your head off."

A chuckle escaped me. I sat back on the recliner. "I think he's planning on it already."

"I won't be surprised," the man said, his smile now more exasperated. "So tell me, what look are you feeling today?"

I looked down at my clothes. "Don't I need to change?"

"Didn't Taehyung already tell you? Today's your test shots. Those will determine whether you can work for the photoshoots."

I groaned. He didn't tell me, the prick.

"You don't need to change, as it's just testing if you're face is a sellout," the man explained.

"Oh God," I muttered. Maybe that's why he didn't interview me.

The real test is this shoot.

"It'll be fine..." the man trailed off.

I looked up at him. "Sora."

He smiled. "Hoseok."

My eyes widened as I sat up. "Jung Hoseok? The Jung Hoseok?"

Hoseok waved his hand. "Yep."

"You'll be doing my makeup? Oh my God, I don't deserve it at all, you're like world class-"

"Don't say such nonsense, Sora, it makes me feel embarrassed." He took a palette from the table and grabbed a brush. "I'm but a makeup artists who had the luck to be successful."

"You can't say that-"

"What's taking you so long?" Taehyung demanded, his head popping out from the door.

"We were bonding, Taehyung, if you didn't notice," Hoseok drawled as his brush started to work on my face.

Taehyung glared at him. "It's Mr. Kim to you, Hoseok. Miss Yoon was already so late, don't make it worse for her."

Anger was boiling low in my veins. I dared not let it control my tongue. The consequences would be brutal.

Taehyung left again. Hoseok let out a deep sigh. "He's never said that before. Must be more pissed than usual."

Hoseok took out a nude lipstick. "This will be good with your clothes."

No doubt he's judging them, I thought bitterly.

"Don't scrunch up your face, Sora, or it will wrinkle just like your clothes."

I glared at Hoseok. He only smiled widely at me. "Joking."

"I know. I'm just being a killjoy," I said.

Hoseok looked me over, inspecting my face. He lined the chair straighter so I could get out. "It's alright, Sora. We all have those days."

I got out from the chair, looking at mirror.

"Thank you, Hoseok," I said, admiring the makeup he'd done.

"No need, Sora," he said. "Now go before Taehyung throws a hissy fit."

I laughed, waving at Hoseok before hurrying out the makeup room.

"Took you long enough, Sora," Taehyung snarled, crossing his arms.

I didn't say anything, only going over to the set. The camera man ushered me on.

I went on, my messy bun nearly being ripped out by the raging fans.

Taehyung clapped his hands. "Alright! Miss Yoon, action!"

I braced my hands on my hips. I rolled my neck, taking a deep breath, and posed.

Eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly pouted, eyes glared.

SNAP!

"Another!"

This time, I wrapped an arm around my stomach to hide most of my shirt creases. My other hand now played with a loose strand, eyes glaring to the right.

SNAP! SNAP!

"Last one!"

I braced my arms akimbo, eyes on the camera now. I let my lips tug a fraction upwards.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

A snap of Taehyung's fingers had the cameramen stopping.

The women at the side had their faces scrunched up.

Oh no. Did I look bad?

"This photoshoot," Taehyung said, pointing to me, "Is the reason I forgive your tardiness."

I tossed my hair back. "Why?"

"Because," he said as he squinted at the camera screen, smirking, "This look will be a sellout."

Oh. I smile crept onto my cheeks.

One of the woman at the side scoffed. "I very much doubt it, Mr Kim."

"Well, I very much doubt that I asked for your opinion," Taehyung crowed back.

The girl shut up. Thank God.

Taehyung turned to me. "Just wait until this is published. You'll know what I mean."

I looked down at myself. Whatever he's saying, I hope the public gives me a chance.

I glanced at Taehyung talking to the cameramen.

Just like Taehyung gave me one.

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