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Article by Korean Fashion Today:
《 Young genius designer Woozi to showcase his designs with veteran designer Yoon Jeonghan in “Four Loves, Fashion for a Cause” this upcoming Christmas.
Woozi (Lee Jihoon) is known as—》
Jihoon sighed and turned off his laptop. He left his house to avoid looking at his unfinished sketches, to forgot about the showcase, and to unwind but it seemed almost impossible. Everywhere he looked, from the poster outside the cafe he’s currently in, to the ads in the internet flaunts the anticipated fashion show of the year. Why wouldn’t it be, when the world famous designer Yoon Jeonghan, and his protégé Woozi will be donating the proceeds to a foundation.
The said showcase have been a huge challenge to Jihoon. Because of his research and studies, he haven’t even finished a design and the fashion show is just four months away. How can he, when he doesn’t know a single thing about the theme?
He knew his senior's just looking out for him and wanted to help, and Jihoon knows he wanted the challenge. He just wished the past him thought to ask about the theme first before agreeing. He wanted to smack himself as he remembered their conversation.
“Jihoonie, who’s baby are you?” Jeonghan asked, blinking twice for a good measure. Oh god, there he is again. Jihoon scoffed, decided to humour the older man. It's not always that they meet after all.
“Your baby.” He answered. Jeonghan smiled triumphantly. They shared a few laughs until the man spoke again.
“I have a good preposition to you. You wanna hear it?” the man leaned towards him and asked. Intrigued, Jihoon nodded. “I plan to host a fashion show for a charity at the end of the year. The proceeds will go to a foundation who’re supporting the orphanage per city in Korea. I thought, maybe you want to join me?” Jeonghan offered.
Jihoon is speechless. He knew Jeonghan’s dream is to help children. He was there when Jeonghan gave up teaching and started fashion designing because it will bring more secured money to help the kids. He was there went Jeonghan gave up his second dream to make sure that the first, and more important one will came true. He felt so honoured.
“M-me? Hyung, of course I will!” Jihoon said and Jeonghan hugged him tightly. He whispered many, many thank you’s and at the end of the conversation, he’s teary eyed.
“You don’t know how much this means to me. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure all the guests there will know you and your work. I promise. You’ll help my dream come true, and I’ll help you with yours.” Jeonghan said. Jihoon agreed, and then remembered one important detail.
“Oh yeah, what’s the theme?” he asked, Jeonghan tensed for a second, and smiled sweetly.
“It’s the Four Loves. Storge, Philia, Eros, and Agape. You’ll be in charge of Philia and Eros. Quite a challenge, isn’t it? You can do it!” Jeonghan nudged him and reached out to mess his hair.
As if he didn’t messed up his head. Every time he remembered that meeting, he had the urge to smack his own head. Still, he knows this answer will be the same.
After staring at nothing for the past thirty minutes, he packed his laptop and stood up. The waitress, who’s been eyeing him for a while now, happily thanked him for the patrionage as he went out. If he can’t find inspiration outside his house, maybe he’ll find one on his friend’s.
He stood outside a flat, a two storey narrow flat just a few blocks away from his own. He pressed the doorbell five consecutive times, the last one being a bit long and waited for a while. When the door opened, a tall man with slanted eyes greeted him tiredly.
“Still no inspiration?” the man asked and left his door open as Jihoon followed him inside.
“You know I won’t be here if I had one. Nice bed hair by the way, Wonwoo.” He said. The man scratched his head and tried to tame his hair a bit.
“It’s not bed hair. I’ve been editing photos for hours now. It should be called table hair.” The man joked. Jihoon rolled his eyes on the lame joke and the man hit him on his arm. “If you can’t find inspiration outside, why do you think you’ll find one here?” he asked.
Jihoon sat down on the high chair near Wonwoo’s counter and scrolled through his laptop. Wonwoo just picked up a cup of ramen and started eating. As Jihoon look at his edits, the man silently ate.
“How could you capture these photos? It’s amazing. It’s more amazing how you could connect each photo to another.” Jihoon praised the man. Wonwoo grunted as the tried to swallow all the noodles in his mouth so he could reply.
“Well, I often asked my muse,” Wonwoo said. Jihoon raised his eyebrow at him.
“Muse?” he asked. Wonwoo puts down the cup and faced Jihoon.
“Yeah. You know, my inspiration.” The other answered. Jihoon scoffed.
“You asked your inspiration for an inspiration?” he laughed. Wonwoo nodded, a silly smile on his face is present.
“Well, he's quite an intellectual. Or so he claims.” Wonwoo laughed. Jihoon once again raised his eyebrows.
“Do I want to know who is he?”
“Well, you might not want to. After all, he could be an inspiration to a photographer but not his own boss.” Wonwoo answered. Jihoon laughed out loud when he got what the other just said.
“Your muse is Soonyoung?!” he exclaimed and laughed again when the other man blushed. “Oh god, does he even know?”
“No. He just thought we're having a monthly night out and he's being an intellectual while sharing a candlelit dinner.” Wonwoo deadpanned and Jihoon laughed again until his stomach ached and there are tears on his eyes.
“Huh. You're still lucky. At least you have someone you could ask or someone who could inspire you. I got no one,” Jihoon said. He stood up and Wonwoo knew where he'll go so he accompanied him to the dark room.
Wonwoo adjusted the red light as the other looked around his developed photos.
“You know you could just find someone who you'd want to design some clothes for.” he suggested. Jihoon shook his head.
“As if that's easy. Where can I find someone who could pull out an innocent and erotic image?” Jihoon said as he look around the dark room. Wonwoo leaned on the wall and crossed his arms.
“A prostitute?” he joked. Jihoon glared at him and shook his head. He was about to go out when one of the drying photos caught his eyes. He stepped near it and examined it closely.
“Hey, can I see this one?” he asked and pointed at the photo. Wonwoo checked it and nodded.
“Yup, let me get it.” He reached out and carefully unfastened the photo. He looked at it and raised his brow. “What about him?” he asked as Jihoon took the photo and stepped out the dark room.
Jihoon didn't say anything. He just stared at the photo in the well lit living room.
It was a photo of a young man, maybe in his late teens or early twenties; black haired, fair skin tone. The man have an angular face, and even Wonwoo think he's handsome.
“Who's this?” Jihoon asked. Wonwoo shrugged and checked his laptop.
“I don't know. You know I took pictures of everything when I go out. All I know is that it's taken on the park near Sky University. Why?” Wonwoo said. Jihoon couldn't stopped looking at the photo.
“You said, I need to find someone who I want to make something for,” Jihoon started and turned to look at Wonwoo. He smirked, the glint on his eyes showed his excitement. “I think I found him.” Jihoon confessed and looked at the photo again.
Wonwoo is happy for his friend, until he remembered something.
“Soonyoung will kill me for this, won't he?” Wonwoo bitterly said, he could now imagine the complaints and Soonyoung’s face when he found out the Wonwoo gave Jihoon a picture of an unknown man that he needs to look for in the heart of Seoul. “We won't have the monthly dinner now, won't we?”
“Not until he find this man, no.” Wonwoo sighed at Jihoon's cruelty.
“You know that he complains about you being a slave driver, right?” he said. Jihoon just laughed.
“I didn't heard him complain when he finally bought the new game console he's been wanting for so long.” Jihoon smirked. He might be a slave driver, but he pays very well.
Wonwoo sighed. He might just have sold this kid's soul to Satan.