I hope you've been excited about more updates~ here's chapter two, and don't forget to enjoy yourselves, and I'd love to see votes & comments as well .xx

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Ⓣhe three males waited for the model Jimin called after. He said he'd think about it, but as Jimin suggested, he could meet up with the photographer - aka Jungkook - and then make up his mind after being given the chance to persuade him into working with him.

The nervous student tried to come up with lots of beneficial arguments to let him be his model, and he felt confident in succeeding, but just as someone knocked on their door, his mind went blank, and his feet suddenly went all jelly. "How the fuck am I supposed to persuade him hyung?" he nearly cried to his friend as his model went to open the door.

"Taehyung, I'm glad you came," they heard Jimin say, another deeper voice humming, entering the room. Jungkook jumped to his feet immediately, but almost regretted it when he saw the elder model walking towards him with the most intense stare Jungkook had ever witnessed his entire life.

"Who's Jeon Jungkook?" he asked right away with his dazzling deep voice, not even bothering to introduce himself.

"I - I am," the younger surprisingly stuttered, slightly raising his hand to grab his attention, although it wasn't needed as the model seemed to have guessed the lonely student was the one who needed him.

"Okay, I am listening," he said boldly, crossing his arms over his chest, taking a seat on the chair by the desk behind him.

Jimin walked up to him with a slight glare. "Taehyungie, you should at least introduce yourself."

"Taehyungie?" Yoongi asked confused. "I thought you said he was your senior?"

Jimin nodded. "In modelling, yes. He entered Big Hit before me. But we were classmates back in the days."

"Back in the days?" Jungkook asked. By their appearance alone, they looked like to still be going to at least high school.

"We're twenty-six years old, both of us," Taehyung added, surprising the two roommates.

"Twenty-six?" they blurted out, not even trying to cover up how flabbergasted they were.

"I know we look young," Taehyung smirked, flipping some hair away from his eyes. "So, I'm still waiting." Jungkook didn't speak up, firstly being slightly intimidated by the beautiful model's intently staring, secondly, his mind went into a curly mess. "If you don't have anything, I'll just leave."

He stood back up on his feet, already having his back against them as he headed towards the door, but all of the sudden Jungkook broke. "Please don't leave!" he yelled, surprising everyone in the room. "I really need your help. I don't have anyone else. I asked all of my friends, hell even my friends' connections. Jimin asked your colleagues, and no one was able to accept. I can't fail, or else I might not be able to graduate. Please, I beg of you," he blurted out, hoping to change the heart of the model.

"And why should I help you?" he asked as he crossed his arms again, staring at him, waiting for a good answer.

"Because you're my last hope, and if you refuse, you'll be the responsible one to crush my dreams."

Taehyung seemed to have twitched slightly, not knowing what to say at first. Although his sour expression seemed to have softened. "Fine, I'll help you. But just because I don't want a whiny teenager up my ass."

Jungkook was so overjoyed he wanted to hug the model, and so he did. Taehyung, however, seemed utterly disgusted and immediately pushed him away. "One rule," he growled, "don't touch me."

The younger jumped backwards immediately by his remark, mentally noting the model did not like to be touched.

The young student grunted disapproval as he studied the photo he had just taken. "Taehyung, please stay how I told you to," Jungkook whined as he was trying to take his first profile picture of his model to show it to his professor as all students had to when they successfully had a model of their own. That way their professor would have an overview of the students and their models.

Taehyung, however, didn't seem to listen to the student at all. Jungkook wanted him to sit on a chair with his back straight, his face not making any facial expressions except looking into the camera with a stare. All the model did was to exaggerate with his stares, even smile creepily, make sexy poses, and so on. Jungkook disapproved every photo he looked at afterwards.

"I think it's too boring to just stare into the camera," Taehyung protested. "Do I look like a model who'd be working with an amateur?"

Jungkook frowned at him. "I'm a student, so of course I'm not professional yet. And it's a profile picture, it's not supposed to be extraordinary and overwhelming. Just pose as I told you to."

The model still didn't do as told, and as Jungkook lowered his camera; he perfectly understood what Jimin had warned him about. He was absolutely impossible to work with unless you liked overworking yourself and holding back your anger. But Jungkook still tried to keep his cool. He even took on the timer, did the pose he wanted Taehyung to do, and showed him how good it'd turn out.

"You look stupid," was all the blond-dyed haired male said.

"Please, hyung, just let me take your picture."

Taehyung stared at him for a few seconds. "Since when did we get that close?" he asked sassily as to what Jungkook had referred him to.

"I'm sorry," he said embarrassed, not even realising he did so, "it just slipped out. It won't happen again."

"Good, or else I'd have to call you Jungkookie, which makes me sick just thinking about it." Jungkook wasn't sure if he was joking or not, or if he just didn't bother sounding rude to the younger one. But now Taehyung had surprisingly - and finally - posed the right way the student wanted from him, and he quickly pressed the button to get the photo taken. Finally, I have something to give to my professor before she'd fail me, he thought to himself as he stared at the perfect photo inside the camera, ready to print out and being put in a large envelope.

"I know I'm beautiful, but no need to stand there and admire a photo of me when I'm right in front of you, mate." Taehyung started laughing at his own joke, and even Jungkook couldn't help but giggle along as he was just so happy he finally got what he wanted after nagging to the model for nearly two hours straight.

"That's perfect Taehyung, thank you," he grinned at him, nearly going in for yet another hug, but suddenly remembered how the elder disliked it and dismissed his urge of affection. "I'll be out for just a few minutes to give this to my professor. Feel free to make yourself here in my dorm at home. I'm sharing it with Min Yoongi, Jimin's photographer, so they might get back at any moment from their photo shoot they're having outside somewhere." Jungkook gave the model one last smile before disappearing, so the elder was left alone.

He started wandering around in the dorm, gazing at everything and nothing, hoping something would catch his interest, but as none did so, he sat down on his photographer's bed and started scrolling through his own phone out of boredom.

It seemed to have been a mistake as all he got from it was sadness. Every notification he had gotten was from mean comments. Each said pretty much the same thing: "he's such a loser. An ugly, fat model who should've dropped out of school when he first planned to do so. His ugly ass doesn't deserve to be signed to Big Hit as he'll only drag down their reputation."

Every day the model would read such comments, some even being crueler. He tried to just scuff it off, but sometimes it'd really get under his skin. Jimin even had to talk him out of leaving Big Hit, but he might've regretted being pursued otherwise. Maybe he should've left after all. Maybe he should've dropped out of school when he originally thought of doing so. Where they right about him after all?

The model jumped as he felt a sudden hand on his shoulder, not noticing the younger student had returned to the dorm already.

"Sorry, didn't mean to touch you, but you totally ignored me," he apologised.

"Didn't hear you," he grunted, and then turned off his phone, hoping he hadn't seen what he was reading.

"You okay?" he just asked.

Taehyung tried to play dumb. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

Jungkook just shrugged, but he got back up on his feet after he had taken a seat on his roommate's bed and got the camera around his neck. "Wanna try to take some more photos, and maybe go out soon?"

Taehyung would be more than happy to get his mind off of things and how the world viewed him. The only thing that mattered right now was Jeon Jungkook.