Hello everyone! :D I am back. So, starting from this chapter onwards, some things are going to be a little different. I want to make a little note stating this, because I worry that some people will try to argue with me that the actions I am taking with this story are "out of character", etc etc.. So please hear me out at this time.

I love and appreciate all of your feedback- and while I hope you enjoy what I write, I hope you keep in mind that this is just how I personally want my story about these two to go! Please take this into consideration before reviewing. I have experienced in the past people telling me they were "disappointed" in me, for taking a story in a direction that I did- And I don't want that to happen this time. You are welcome to dislike or not agree with how I write this story, but I am happy with it, and I want to continue it with the goal I, personally, have in mind. I hope that you accept that for what it is, and find some form of enjoyment in it. (: Thank you for your time!

On with the story !

I do not own MM!

I continued my slow pace down the sidewalk, adjusting my scarf so it covered my mouth just enough to ward off the cool chill that had begun to kiss the air. Summer was falling away, Autumn quickly filling in the space it had left behind. I brought my hands to my mouth, blowing into them softly, rubbing them together in a feeble attempt to warm them.

"Are you cold?"

I turned, Yoosung smiling at me tenderly, his own hands outstretched to me. I smiled, sliding my fingers into his, closing my eyes as the warmth of his fingertips spread throughout my own. He brought my hands to his cheek, and I blushed, looking around nervously.

"Y-Yoosung, we're in public."

Yoosung smiled, placing a soft kiss on my fingers before bringing our hands back down to our side, continuing to walk and peruse the shops downtown.

"True, but I just can't help myself." He turned to gaze at a 'help wanted' sign found on the windows of one of the stores, his hand squeezing mine subconsciously. I squeezed back, and he flinched, clearly unaware of the action he had just made. He turned to me, his brows coming together gently on his forehead, his expression questioning, concerned.

"Saeran, are you sure about this? Nobody is pressuring you to take things faster than you need to..." He hesitated, nursing his lower lip softly between his teeth, shifting his weight where he stood, "... This isn't because of meeting my mom, is it?"

I sighed softly, shaking my head, running my thumb over his knuckles.

"Well.. Yes, and no. It isn't solely because of that. Meeting your mom... It... Well," I took a breath, a blush creeping up on my face. I stared at my feet as we walked, avoiding his gaze, "Meeting your mom solidified what I want to do... What I want to be able to do, at least. I can't keep working under Saeyoung and Jade forever. I need to try and find my own job- but for now, I'm just looking at options. I'm not making a solid decision yet," I glanced at him from the corner of my eye- I could see he was watching me intently, watching my face for any hint that I was forcing myself. I sighed again, looking back down at the ground, "It's... Scary, of course. But this is something I want- no, something I need to do."

Yoosung pulled my hand, causing me to stumble towards him, eliciting a gasp from my mouth at the sudden movement. He wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face into the scarf covering my neck, and almost as if by nature now, my arms made their away around his shoulders, one hand sliding into his hair, pressing his body closer to mine, my eyes closing, focusing on every aspect of him as he held me. His hot breath found its way through my scarf, causing me to shiver at the warmth, his hands rubbing my back slowly.

"If this is what you want, I'll support you," He pulled back enough to place a small kiss on my chin, my stomach flipping at the public display of affection, but also elated at how he was so open to do so, a small twinge of pride grazing throughout me as he smiled, "I'm here for you."

I nodded, a small smile of my own curved onto my lips. He glanced across the street, nodding towards a clothing store, lacing his hand back into mine.

"Do you mind if we go look in there? They had a shirt there the last time I looked that I wanted to try on and get your opinion."

"Sure."

He lead me across the street, holding the door of the clothing store open for me, making an adorably silly gesture of a bow as I walked through, choking back a laugh under my breath. I shivered as the warmth of the store got to me, fully realizing how chilly it really was outside. I gazed at the clothes hanging on the racks and walls- this store was from a brand name company, not an overly expensive one, but enough to be fairly well-known. I moved to follow Yoosung to where he wanted to go, but he raised a hand, stopping me in my tracks.

"Nope! You wait right here. I want you to be surprised- you won't be surprised if you see me grab it!"

I sighed, rolling my eyes softly, shoving my chilled hands into my pockets, shrugging.

"Alright, I'll wait here."

He grinned, leaning up to give me a quick peck on the cheek before turning away from me, practically skipping on his feet as he looked for the clothing he desired. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him, suddenly the remains of the cold from outside that lingered on my hands and coat completely vanishing as I was filled with warmth. I blinked in surprise as I felt someone tap my shoulder, breaking me from my momentary stupor, and I turned, coming upon a woman slightly shorter than me beaming in my direction.

"Excuse me, Hi!"

I looked to the side, trying to see if there happened to be anyone else standing nearby- it appeared I was the only one in the vicinity. I looked back at her in confusion, raising an inquisitive brow.

"..Hello?"

She seemed to smile wider, placing a finger on her chin as she seemed to contemplate me. She had chin-length, black hair, cut into a stylish bob, and bright blue eyes. She was dressed very fashionably- she almost looked like a model.

"Hi there! I'm sorry if this is strange, but I just couldn't help but notice you!"

I blinked slowly, not sure of what she meant whatsoever. I shifted awkwardly on my feet, trying to step back, only to run into a rack of sweaters.

"Notice me..?"

She nodded fervently, reaching into her purse, pulling out a business card, her white teeth sparkling as brightly as fresh snow.

"Yes! I actually work for a modelling agency- I'm someone who goes around and recruits new models for the company, and I thought you looked really handsome. Your aesthetic is absolutely phenomenal!" She seemed to lean in closer, her eyes excited and sparkling, like she had just discovered a brand-new toy to play with, "And your eyes are beautiful, you also seem very slender which is great, you'd look fantastic in most anything! Have you ever considered modelling?"

She was leaning so close to me that I was pressed completely against the rack of sweaters behind me, my back aching slightly as the hangers jabbed against it. I swallowed hard, staring at her incredulously, wishing desperately that Yoosung would hurry up so I could escape this situation, my face flushed bright red.

"Um... N-No. Not really. I tend to get anxious around people, so..."

She clapped her hands together in front of her chest, the sound causing me to jump in surprise.

"That's perfect! We need a face for various ads and photo spreads, so it would just be private photohoots- No dealing with people necessary outside of our photo crew and makeup artists!"

I swallowed again, glancing over my shoulder in the direction of the change rooms.

"I... I don't know.."

She smiled at me still, leaning back a bit, finally giving me some room to breathe. She held her card out towards me still, though her features seemed to soften from their previous overbearing manor, her smile gentle now, understanding lying behind its depths- upon noticing this, I felt my shoulders relax, the tension that had gripped my body ebbing away- still not comfortable by any means, but I no longer felt the need to run and hide.

"Well, why don't you take my card and call me if you consider it! We could set up a practice shoot for you to see what the process is like, so you can decide if it's something that's up your alley. "

I hesitated, unsure of whether or not I should accept the card. I couldn't really see myself being a model, of all things- I had never been one to consider myself handsome, or beautiful, or anything that a model generally should possess. My whole life had basically been a process of making myself as small and invisible as I possibly could- that in and of itself made the prospect of modelling, something where my face would be on display for so many people to see, intimidating all on its own. I bit my lip, and her grin just seemed to grow wider, her hand still holding out the card towards me.

"Hey, I promise this isn't a scam. Also," She reached out slowly, allowing me the chance to back off if I felt uncomfortable- I didn't, allowing her to take my hand gently in her own, "I suffer from anxiety, so I get how it can be hard. I hope you'll give us a chance. I think you have a lot of potential- your looks are too good to keep to yourself!" She gave me a friendly wink as she said this, placing the card in my palm, turning on her heel, waving and calling out goodbye as the bell of the door rang, signalling her departure.

"Saeran what do you- Wait, who was that?" Yoosung poked his head out of the change room curtains, just in time to see her leaving the store. I walked towards him, staring at the card in my hand, blinking slowly at it.

"She asked me if I have ever considered modelling..."

"Really?!" Yoosung's eyes lit up, his face clearly excited at the idea, "That's awesome!"

I turned the card in my fingers, my eyes glazing over the name on the back- Kiara Junko.

"You think?"

"Yeah, I do! I think that's perfect! I can see you being a model!"

I blushed softly, shoving the card into my pocket, staring at my feet.

"Well... Maybe..." I rubbed my neck softly, my cheeks and ears growing hotter by the second, "Would you come with me to the practice session when I arrange it with them..?"

Yoosung placed his hand on my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin tenderly, his grin shining brightly.

"Of course! I will support you in any way you need."

I gave a thankful smile, nuzzling my cheek into his hand softly, my eyes flitting down along his shoulder and over his chest, my body freezing as I finally registered what he was wearing. I swallowed hard- if my face wasn't red before, it was definitely red now. Yoosung seemed to have noticed my sudden change in expression, his grin falling into a coy smile, leaning against the wall of the change room, blinking up at me endearingly.

"What do you think?" His voice was low and flirtatious, his right hand running along his hip to draw more attention to the material hiding the skin there. The shirt he was wearing was a sheer, black velvet material- it hugged his chest, hips, and waist perfectly, the shine reflecting off the material creating sweet lines along his body where the fabric creased. The neck fell into a deep 'v', ending just between his pecs, his creamy skin exposed to the world. It was long-sleeved, but the sleeves themselves were a see-through, black, glittering material- they made his already thin arms look even more dainty, in the best of ways, curving gracefully around his slender wrists, kissing the curves of his shoulders-

My face flaming, I pushed him back into the change room, pulling the curtain shut, barely registering the noise of surprise that came from him as I pushed him back.

"Sa-Saeran?!"

I leaned my head against the wall of the change room, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, making sure nobody else would be able to see beyond the curtains but me.

"Change back."

Yoosung's brows came together in surprise, almost looking offended as he opened his mouth to protest.

"Wha-"

I shook my head, closing my eyes tightly, closing the curtain completely.

"I don't want anyone else seeing you like that, so please change back-!"

I heard Yoosung freeze behind the curtain, slowly letting out a soft laugh, a sigh following close behind.

"Honestly, you're such a child."

I let out an indignant huff of breath, turning away from the change room, my back to it, crossing my arms.

"Whatever, just... Just change back."

Yoosung was out rather quickly, his regular clothes back in their rightful place. I avoided his gaze, unable to get the vision of him in that skin-tight shirt out of my head- he interrupted my thoughts as he quickly pecked me on the cheek, a small smile gracing his lips, his eyes twinkling up at me.

"You know your opinion is the only one I care about anyways," He leaned in closer to my ear, placing a soft kiss there, causing chills to run up my spine, "I like knowing I have that effect on you."

My face began to burn up again, the tips of my ears absolutely flaming. I crossed my arms, turning away from him, trying to hide my face, to no avail as he laughed out loud behind me.

"Wh-Whatever..!"

Yay cute shop scenes ~

I thought long and hard about what kind of Job i could give Saeran, knowing that he is not very good with people, and probably wouldn't be good in most jobs that involve an active social setting- but, a job that involves being social, but also gives him space to breathe, would be ideal- and so I thought of modelling! Plus, Saeran is GORG so he could totally do it ~

Also thinking bout drawing Yoosung in the shirt I described hehehe

~Pixil-8