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"Last pose. Okay 1, 2, 3. That's it for today, thank you so much, everyone."
Finally. Sungchan thought. It wasn't easy being a model. You have to deal with a lot of outfit change, the area that fits the theme, and of course, the staff which either could be irritating or easy-going or both. In this case, it is the former choice. It was a lovely atmosphere, comforting and approachable staff, and a professional photographer who gave him tips and guidance throughout the event.
He politely bowed to the staff present right now, especially to the photographer who worked hard in capturing every pose he gave.
They deserve it. Not like other staff I have worked on.
Of course, on his road to success, he experienced a lot of things. People who wanted to work with him in exchange for his body, throwing hateful comments about his appearance, and being a replacement.
It was tough but he made it. The success still tastes sweet on his tongue.
Looking back, being a model wasn't his dream. He wanted to become a soccer player. Playing the field was his biggest dream. His father made him love soccer, it was his father's last wish for him before he passed away.
Sadly, it all went down when his mother got sick and couldn't afford to let him continue studying.
Since then, he started to work very hard until he landed his first modeling gig. It was a hard time for him, treated like a peasant on the streets, but atleast, he got to save money to pay hospital bills.
I wish I was born in a different time. That was his mantra everyday. He loves his family, don't get him wrong. Yet sometimes, he feels burdened enough that he almost took his life.
But he didn't because he met someone that changed his life for the better.
Their relationship was something else. They don't even meet nor know each other personally. It was purely on the phone or letters.
The reason? He doesn't know as well. Such mystery that he wanted to unravel, curiosity seeping through his bones.
What surprises him though is that this person (with the pronoun of he/they, as stated in his letters) always has a picture of him. His photoshoot pictures. Every single photo shoot he had since the start, they all have it. Sungchan assumed that he is a photographer and concluded that he worked within the industry. How he wishes he could meet him.
Nonetheless, he's happy with the companionship he gave to him. He's not alone anymore with his struggles and he can rely on someone.
"Hello? Earth to Sungchan?"
That snapped him out of his deep thoughts. He didn't even realize that he already arrived in his own dressing room.
"You're really deep in thought, huh?" Haechan, his assistant, bestfriend since high school, and a drop-out just like him, amusingly commented. Sungchan just rolled his eyes and started to wipe out the make-up on his face. "Still thinking about him?"
"Of course. I wanted to meet him so I could thank him for this."
"He has done so much for you. I couldn't even imagine how rich he is." Haechan wondered.
Sungchan just sighed. As much as he doesn't want to think about it that way, but he feels like he has a sugar mommy or something. Gosh, stop overthinking. "Can I be his sugar baby after you, perhaps?" And that got Haechan a smack on his face with a powder.
After a while (actually, 5 minutes of screaming and another 5 minutes of wiping the powder off him), his manager faced him. "Anyways, your manager told me that you are free for the next weeks before the runway show you have to attend," Haechan stated.
"Thank you for informing me. But, can you leave me alone for now? I just wanted some time alone." Haechan hummed in response to him and headed out.
For the nth time, Sungchan sighed. He needs to relax.
As he was about to fall asleep, someone opened the door and approached him carefully.
"Hi."
Sungchan smiled at the voice. He knows it very well.
"Hello." He answered back sweetly.
"Uhm, I know you love to-" Before that person could finish his sentence, Sungchan grabbed him by the wrist and made him sit on his lap. Flustered, the boy in his arms hide his face on his chest. "Hey, baby," he greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. "How are you? Doing good?"
Despite having someone secretly supporting him, he was allowed to have a relationship with others. He still has his freedom.
"I'm fine. Just peachy," Shotaro murmured. Of course, being the photographer in this set is really tiring. As the rule says, you have to do everything (even if you have to dive on the floor) just to capture a great shot.
Sungchan just hummed and softly carded his fingers to his lover's hair. It was the only time they could act like this. "Do you need anything or something else?"
Shotaro shook his head and continued to hug him. He misses this. He wishes they could stay like this forever. The memory of meeting him was the brightest time of his life, not even the time where his popularity skyrocketed can beat it.
After a few minutes of silence, Shotaro asked a question. "You going home tonight?"
"Missed me?" Shotaro nodded. "Well, my schedule is clear for the next few weeks. So, I'm all yours, baby."
"Okay."
"Aren't you busy?"
"I am. Just wanna be with my favorite person in the world."
Sungchan giggled and kissed him. It's been a few weeks since the last time they kissed. It felt wonderful. Just the two of them in the cluttered room, really tired from their work, but it was enough. Kissing the soft lips he had missed, tasting the chocolate balm he loved, it made him smile. It continued for a few minutes until Shotaro pulled away first, breathing hard and cheeks filled with cherry red color. Smiling cheekily, Sungchan pecked his lips once more before placing him down on the sofa.
"I gotta change baby. Gonna stay here or do some work?"
"I'll do some work first. Maybe let's go home together?" Sungchan nodded. "Okay then. Love you."
"I love you too," Sungchan said, placing a sweet kiss on Shotaro's forehead.
I might never see my savior atleast I have the lover that I'll love for a long time.
Little did Sungchan know.