"I cannot believe you pushed me." Jung told Ga-Woon as they walked down the empty mid-afternoon streets. It was the end of the school day and the three boys were off to home. But Kun and Jung were off to the studio where they could start Jung's first day. There was still work to be done after all.
"I can't believe I pushed you either…" Ga-Woon was feeling a bit of pity. Not for Jung but for Kun because he had to work with him. "But…" he started. He stopped and put on a serious face. For some odd reason, his face went red. Like he was holding in something. "I'm sure you'll look mighty fine in a dress!" and that something he was holding in burst out. It was a load of laughter.
"I am going to kick your sorry little ass when I get a chance." Jung snarled at him. All he received was a snort from the delinquent.
"Doubt it. I know a pretty boy like you needs his face so I'll try to be gentle to you in your next pounding."
"Oh, please." Jung's sarcastic voice blurted out. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms tightly to his chest. "I'm going to go just for today so you don't have to worry about messing up my face later." He looked over and saw Kun make a slight frown because of his words then return with his usual cocky grin. The two models parted with the gangster with good byes and a wave from the middle finger in Jung's case. They walked down the street in silence until Kun spoke up.
"I was hoping that you would model with me forever…" he said, keeping his voice down to almost a whisper. The model life was worse than his normal one and he needed someone to keep him company. Especially when hours were long at the studio.
"What?" Jung asked. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to look at the pretty faced boy next to him. He noticed the sad expression on his complex and didn't like it. "I'm sorry, but I'm not cut out for this girlie kinda stuff."
"I'll keep you out of a dress…and I promise you'll get paid well." Kun said and bit his bottom lip. He looked at him almost innocently. Jung noticed a hint of blush upon the boy's cheeks. "I'll give you whatever you want."
"Eh…let's just see how today goes, all right?" his voice was a little nervous. He was trying to comfort him. It didn't seem to help him much, but it did a little bit of good. They walked into the blue brightly-lit studio where the colorful lights were almost like a sun. He had to shield his eyes with his sleeve to keep the blazing lights out of his eyes. Kun seemed used to it.
"Good afternoon, you two." Jung's new manager called to them from the bright lights within. She strolled over to the boys with a fresh and ready smile. Her brown curls bounced when she took each step and her bright red lips shinned with the light. She stopped in front of them and eyed them both one at a time. "I'll assure you two had a good day at school, yes?"
"If you want to call it that." Jung spat. He was quickly nudged by Kun's elbow to his ribs. It made him grunt. Kun had hit him harder than he realized he would.
"I want a positive attitude." The woman demanded. She knew that her models were at their best when they're in a happy mood. She shot Jung a serious look. "And I want you two to get dressed quickly. Today we're running on a tight schedule so this has got to be quick. This is the last picture of the day and then we'll start off fresh tomorrow morning."
"Yes, ma'am." Both of them said in a slightly positive way. It was an upgrade from their last okay. Kun took his new partner's hand and started off toward his dressing room. "We'll dress in my room. If you keep on with this job, you'll have your own personal dressing room too." He said with a wink. This gesture made Jung blush lightly but he didn't change from his aggravated expression. Kang just shrugged. He twisted the handle to the door that had his name written in blue and sparkly letters inside a golden star. Once it was open, both of them stepped in. On one chair, sat a ritzy ebony tuxedo that faded red as it got to the bottom of the tux. It had 'Kun Kang' written on a sticky note stuck on the shoulder. On another chair, there was an ivory silken one that grew blue at the bottom just like Kun's tux. There was another yellow sticky note and Jung's name written on it.
"Ew…" the disgusted Jung said as he picked up the white one. In his mind, this was definitely not something he would wear. And he didn't see himself as the feminine dresser either. Sure he had cross-dressed once or twice but even in manly clothing he still played the female role. He would rather be in the black one because that one was more…well…manly. He held it up to his body to look at the sizing. It was just his fit. "This is just not my type...and I thought you did this for a boy's clothing catalogue. Wouldn't we ware something 'jazzy'?"
"Not with the model contest coming up. We're trying everything and anything to decide which one is the best. Not to mention that we're doing scenery now and not just a blank or one colored background just to make the costume stand out…" He spoke with a curved smile upon his lips. He tugged off the blue school uniform to replace it with the outfit he was to wear.
Jung couldn't help but look. His eyes laid upon his well-built and muscular chest and he actually liked what he was looking at. For some reason or another, he couldn't pry his gaze off of him. He's so…strong. Probably because of his many years fighting...
"Are you okay?" Kun asked. He saw the dazed look upon his face and probably figured he was just in la la land like he was most of the time in class. Who could he blame? He did it too.
Jung-Woo snapped back to his normal self after hearing his name being called out by the already dressed model. He looked embarrassed for day dreaming at a time like this. And of a guy… "Yeah. I'm almost ready." He wasn't exactly ready. He was still in his clothing that he wore at school. He quickly regained what time he lost in watching Kun undress in front of him by getting into his new clothing quicker and faster than he had moved in years.
Kun looked him over, liking what he saw. He ran a single slender finger down his cheekbone. "White looks good on you."
"Thanks…I guess." Jung replied. He rushed out of the dressing room before Kun could make the flush on his cheeks worse than it already was. He glanced at the stage and the new surroundings that had been set up. The setting was set on what looked to be a ball room deck. White curtains draped down from the ceiling and rippled down at the ground. The background was a painted deck and a starry moon light evening. It looked almost realistic.
"Places, people!" the new photographer shouted as the two boys walked out into the busy open area. They were shoved onto the stage and moved into place where people positioned them in how they wanted them to stand. Kun's hands were placed onto the white pant covered hips while Jung's arms wrapped around the model's neck. He ruffled and pulled at Kang's hair as he tried to adjust.
"Kun, pull him close and look down at him. Jung, I want you to look over at me." He ordered. When Kun forced the boy's hips to grind against his own, Jung bit his own bottom lip. He tried his hardest to face the camera in front of him without his cheeks turning red or making a funny face. Many cameras went off at once which resulted in several flashes. Kun frowned when he saw the hateful glare in Jung's eyes to the cameras.
"That's not the way a model is supposed to look with their partner." Kun whispered in the turned head's ear. The warm breath made his hackles stand up. "You need to at least act like you love me."
The one-man army held his position, thinking about the words that Kun had spoken. Pretend to love you…? The question darted through his mind a billion times. Then he finally got what he was trying to say. His eyes narrowed just slightly and his frowning lips parted just slightly.
A grin crawled upon Kang's angelic lips and he looked down at him just as he was told to in the picture. "Much better." The final few pictures were the best of them all and both the manager and the person taking the photos were pleased at them.
"Okay, that's a wrap people. Good work for today. You all know that tomorrow and the next few days is going to be the toughest of them all because of the upcoming modeling contest. We have to give it our very best." The producer shouted to them all. Everyone began to pack away their stuff and the two boys got back into their regular clothing. It was evening and getting very dark by the time they got out of the studio.
"Are you going to continue modeling?" Kun asked just before their departure at the intersection. He reached down and grabbed Jung's hand, squeezing it gently. He was in desperate need for a person like Jung and the glint in the corners of his eyes showed that.
Jung just shrugged and tugged his hand back to his side. "I'll think about it."
"Consider my offer. If you do, remember to pretend like you love me and you'll do fine."
"Will do." He said finally. He flipped his backpack around his shoulder then turned with a goodbye wave. He sighed deeply once he reached halfway down the street. His mind faded back to the picture taken. Those strong arms around his waist and that beautiful man looking down at him…just remembering the face he had given to him made him smile. The thing was…I wasn't pretending.