One Wrong Step in the Right Direction
Title: One Wrong Step in the Right Direction: Stepping up
Genre: Friendship
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Taecyeon
Summary: Taecyeon joins the modelling world and finally starts to commit to his dream. Upon entering this new world, he meets a rival that has an unending list of mischief he unleashes on Taecyeon.
NOTE: Oh my god, sorry for the late update... This will probably be crappy because it's been a while since I wrote well.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
News could be the subject that either comes positively or negatively. In Taecyeon's case, he couldn't really decide. On one hand, he was hoisted up to a higher agency, one that was known for more popular models and he'd have a chance to get his name out. On the other hand, Taecyeon would have to move out his apartment again, set with a new designer and put in an atmosphere with new people. It wasn't that he had an issue with meeting new people but he still felt too fresh to be thrust into the more experienced part of the world. He still felt that he needed more time to adjust and perfect himself.
“Normally people aren't picked up that fast so, not to put any pressure or set up our nerves but, you should feel lucky,” Junho had his arm crossed over his chest, his other hand rubbing his chin in thought. “It's a shame,” he let out a dramatic sigh, “I was just getting to feel you up again and now you're being taken away from me. Promise me you'll do well and don't forget to mention me when you're up top, yes?”
Taecyeon couldn't help but snort and roll his eyes when the smaller male wiped his fake tears. He pat Junho on the shoulder, “Don't worry, you'll always be my favourite designer. But...” the conjunction made the other male look up at him in worry, “I'm afraid I can't stay faithful to you. My body will be sized up by other hands.”
With the joke, Junho threw up his hands and howled, “No! I won't allow it! You're mine!” His arms wrapped around Taecyeon's body, making the model laugh loudly. “I'll miss you...” Junho mumbled as his mouth was pressed against the tall male's body, “I was really enjoying your company.”
The room had already quieted down and the excitement of the others close to him had been spread around the room as everyone had gone back to what they were doing, giving Taecyeon the chance to voice his thoughts, “To be honest, I'm kind of scared... I don't think I'm ready for this. It's a big step.”
Junho lifted his head away, the look in his eyes making his heart skip a beat as he knew that he had only seen it when Junho had watched him walk away, heading towards the catwalk. “I have faith in you, Taecyeon. You know better that you won't get far with that kind of attitude. You've stuck it out this far and look how well you've done. I know you can do it. You've made me so proud.”
With those words, Taecyeon left the office to pack up the little amount of his things still in his apartment. He was thankful that his roommate was not there, standing with a scowl and pointing out whatever he had forgotten to pack. A heavy sigh left his lips, taking one last glance around the room. He would never admit it but he didn't mind living with Chansung. As much as the younger male nagged, it was nice to come home to company.
He wasn't told what kind of conditions he would be required to live in now until he stared at the list in his hands, his bag clutched in his hand while he stood in the doorway of his new apartment. Just like his previous one, it was nice decorated with only one bedroom this time, his own. A place to himself, empty, he thought. He set the list of conditions on the counter as he started to get to work on unpacking and settling in. His own homey touches such as pictures, some odds and ends that brought out his personality and a bit of food were all that were added to the apartment. “Home...” Taecyeon spoke softly, wondering if he'd ever be able to call his place that.
The bars and locks came down once he arrived at his new department, the rules much more strict as he was kept to a certain diet plan and was politely and gently forced to visit the gym often to keep his muscular yet thin physique. His body ached from the sudden work out routines, his stomach growling at the lean, healthier food he was given to eat. Sometimes, he felt like all his energy was being drained from his body but he pushed on and as weeks went by, he found it a little easier.
Coming home to the lifeless apartment, Taecyeon found himself missing the company he used to have. His new designer was more focused on dressing him and making sure he was perfect out on the runway rather than smiling. The model missed his cheery, over-dramatic, bubble butted designer. He never got to see him or the other models he had once worked with. Even Nichkhun was a face he seldom saw. Taecyeon chuckled to himself while making up one of the stir fry he was actually allowed to eat, missing the old roommate he used to have.
He sat quietly in his living room, letting the sound of piercing silence be his company other than the chewing and scraping of the utensils on his plate. Pushing the plate back of his finished, unsatisfying food, Taecyeon leaned his head back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a couple months since he had been brought into a new position. He fell out of contact with every living soul he had once come in contact with prior to it. “They must think I'm a jerk..” he mumbled to himself but the idea didn't bother him as he got up, rinsed his plate and went to bed.
Competitions and runway shows came as nothing to him and he wore the fake expressions as he strode down the catwalk, modelling whatever the designer had pinned onto his body. He was becoming more and more distant as he worked with his designer, the other models of the placement and the company. Everyone was much more devoted to working and getting things done rather than emotions of any sort. It was like working with robots.
Taecyeon waited his turn, watching the model before him walk out and waltz down the catwalk before stepped out from behind the stage. He took a serious tone on his face while his feet glided down the runway, stopping at the end before turning without even glancing at the model sharing the stage with him and walking back. His steps quickened when he returned to his designer, changing his clothes carefully and waiting around for his next turn.
“Hey stranger, too good to say hi?”
He turned to see an eyesmile greeting him, Jinwoon almost running in his outfit to catch up to him. His nose wrinkled as he thought about the younger male popping a stitch out of place with his careless jogging. His designer would have flipped his lid if Taecyeon had done that.
“So, how's life treating you? Like the placement?”
Taecyeon hadn't had real interactions in months and his chin lifted slightly while his eyes glanced over at the models stepping out onto the stage. “It's fine.”
Jinwoon's head tilted at the short answer, sensing the awkward air immediately, “A-ah, well just wanted to check up on you, you know? See you around, okay?”
He felt a slight pinch when the younger male walked away, wondering if his expression had been a little cold to the other male.
“Wow... I know my stuff looked good on you but damn... I was nothing compared to this.”
Taecyeon's brow raised as he noticed Junho circling him, sizing him up with his eyes and gently pressing his fingertips to the cloth covering his body. He knew better not to tug and pull on another artists' work.
“It fits you nicely, I'm jealous.”
The comment make the model's lip twitch, Junho oogling him like a piece of meat. He leaned down, taking the designer's chin in his firm grip, “Maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you eye this piece naked.”
Junho's eyes widened, his cheeks tinting red and making Taecyeon's ego enlarge. Suddenly, there was a look of hurt in the shorter male's eyes before he slapped the model's hand away, immediately apologizing incase of any red marks appearing. Junho turned and walked away in distress, his arms wrapped tightly around himself.
“So what, now that you're high class, you get to treat us like shit?”
Taecyeon turned to see his rival leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Chansung's eyes were narrowed, a scowl of disgust on his face. He pushed away from the wall and sauntered over to the older male. “What's with you? I actually thought you were a nice guy but you're just like everyone else. Ditch everyone who helped and befriended you once you hit the big spot then act like a royal shithead. I'm glad you didn't say with us longer.”
The scolding Chansung gave him made Taecyeon stand frozen as if all of the past ten minutes came crashing down on him. He blinked, suddenly realizing his attitude towards his old friends. He swallowed down the ache in his chest before returning to his designer, seeing the male huff in disapproval and glare at the expression on Taecyeon's face.
After his former roommate's berating, Taecyeon went back to his apartment and crashed onto his bed. The show hadn't gone well in their favour after that and he was verbally beaten down by his designer for making him look bad. He was sent home with a warning and it made him miss his old position. “When did I become such a cold asshole...?”
He grimaced as he thought back about how he rudely ignored Jinwoon or how he toyed with Junho. He hadn't meant to but for some reason, it had came out so naturally. Taecyeon clenched his eyes closed, hugging the pillow under his head. “I can't do this..”
Genre: Friendship
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Taecyeon
Summary: Taecyeon joins the modelling world and finally starts to commit to his dream. Upon entering this new world, he meets a rival that has an unending list of mischief he unleashes on Taecyeon.
NOTE: Oh my god, sorry for the late update... This will probably be crappy because it's been a while since I wrote well.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
News could be the subject that either comes positively or negatively. In Taecyeon's case, he couldn't really decide. On one hand, he was hoisted up to a higher agency, one that was known for more popular models and he'd have a chance to get his name out. On the other hand, Taecyeon would have to move out his apartment again, set with a new designer and put in an atmosphere with new people. It wasn't that he had an issue with meeting new people but he still felt too fresh to be thrust into the more experienced part of the world. He still felt that he needed more time to adjust and perfect himself.
“Normally people aren't picked up that fast so, not to put any pressure or set up our nerves but, you should feel lucky,” Junho had his arm crossed over his chest, his other hand rubbing his chin in thought. “It's a shame,” he let out a dramatic sigh, “I was just getting to feel you up again and now you're being taken away from me. Promise me you'll do well and don't forget to mention me when you're up top, yes?”
Taecyeon couldn't help but snort and roll his eyes when the smaller male wiped his fake tears. He pat Junho on the shoulder, “Don't worry, you'll always be my favourite designer. But...” the conjunction made the other male look up at him in worry, “I'm afraid I can't stay faithful to you. My body will be sized up by other hands.”
With the joke, Junho threw up his hands and howled, “No! I won't allow it! You're mine!” His arms wrapped around Taecyeon's body, making the model laugh loudly. “I'll miss you...” Junho mumbled as his mouth was pressed against the tall male's body, “I was really enjoying your company.”
The room had already quieted down and the excitement of the others close to him had been spread around the room as everyone had gone back to what they were doing, giving Taecyeon the chance to voice his thoughts, “To be honest, I'm kind of scared... I don't think I'm ready for this. It's a big step.”
Junho lifted his head away, the look in his eyes making his heart skip a beat as he knew that he had only seen it when Junho had watched him walk away, heading towards the catwalk. “I have faith in you, Taecyeon. You know better that you won't get far with that kind of attitude. You've stuck it out this far and look how well you've done. I know you can do it. You've made me so proud.”
With those words, Taecyeon left the office to pack up the little amount of his things still in his apartment. He was thankful that his roommate was not there, standing with a scowl and pointing out whatever he had forgotten to pack. A heavy sigh left his lips, taking one last glance around the room. He would never admit it but he didn't mind living with Chansung. As much as the younger male nagged, it was nice to come home to company.
He wasn't told what kind of conditions he would be required to live in now until he stared at the list in his hands, his bag clutched in his hand while he stood in the doorway of his new apartment. Just like his previous one, it was nice decorated with only one bedroom this time, his own. A place to himself, empty, he thought. He set the list of conditions on the counter as he started to get to work on unpacking and settling in. His own homey touches such as pictures, some odds and ends that brought out his personality and a bit of food were all that were added to the apartment. “Home...” Taecyeon spoke softly, wondering if he'd ever be able to call his place that.
The bars and locks came down once he arrived at his new department, the rules much more strict as he was kept to a certain diet plan and was politely and gently forced to visit the gym often to keep his muscular yet thin physique. His body ached from the sudden work out routines, his stomach growling at the lean, healthier food he was given to eat. Sometimes, he felt like all his energy was being drained from his body but he pushed on and as weeks went by, he found it a little easier.
Coming home to the lifeless apartment, Taecyeon found himself missing the company he used to have. His new designer was more focused on dressing him and making sure he was perfect out on the runway rather than smiling. The model missed his cheery, over-dramatic, bubble butted designer. He never got to see him or the other models he had once worked with. Even Nichkhun was a face he seldom saw. Taecyeon chuckled to himself while making up one of the stir fry he was actually allowed to eat, missing the old roommate he used to have.
He sat quietly in his living room, letting the sound of piercing silence be his company other than the chewing and scraping of the utensils on his plate. Pushing the plate back of his finished, unsatisfying food, Taecyeon leaned his head back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a couple months since he had been brought into a new position. He fell out of contact with every living soul he had once come in contact with prior to it. “They must think I'm a jerk..” he mumbled to himself but the idea didn't bother him as he got up, rinsed his plate and went to bed.
Competitions and runway shows came as nothing to him and he wore the fake expressions as he strode down the catwalk, modelling whatever the designer had pinned onto his body. He was becoming more and more distant as he worked with his designer, the other models of the placement and the company. Everyone was much more devoted to working and getting things done rather than emotions of any sort. It was like working with robots.
Taecyeon waited his turn, watching the model before him walk out and waltz down the catwalk before stepped out from behind the stage. He took a serious tone on his face while his feet glided down the runway, stopping at the end before turning without even glancing at the model sharing the stage with him and walking back. His steps quickened when he returned to his designer, changing his clothes carefully and waiting around for his next turn.
“Hey stranger, too good to say hi?”
He turned to see an eyesmile greeting him, Jinwoon almost running in his outfit to catch up to him. His nose wrinkled as he thought about the younger male popping a stitch out of place with his careless jogging. His designer would have flipped his lid if Taecyeon had done that.
“So, how's life treating you? Like the placement?”
Taecyeon hadn't had real interactions in months and his chin lifted slightly while his eyes glanced over at the models stepping out onto the stage. “It's fine.”
Jinwoon's head tilted at the short answer, sensing the awkward air immediately, “A-ah, well just wanted to check up on you, you know? See you around, okay?”
He felt a slight pinch when the younger male walked away, wondering if his expression had been a little cold to the other male.
“Wow... I know my stuff looked good on you but damn... I was nothing compared to this.”
Taecyeon's brow raised as he noticed Junho circling him, sizing him up with his eyes and gently pressing his fingertips to the cloth covering his body. He knew better not to tug and pull on another artists' work.
“It fits you nicely, I'm jealous.”
The comment make the model's lip twitch, Junho oogling him like a piece of meat. He leaned down, taking the designer's chin in his firm grip, “Maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you eye this piece naked.”
Junho's eyes widened, his cheeks tinting red and making Taecyeon's ego enlarge. Suddenly, there was a look of hurt in the shorter male's eyes before he slapped the model's hand away, immediately apologizing incase of any red marks appearing. Junho turned and walked away in distress, his arms wrapped tightly around himself.
“So what, now that you're high class, you get to treat us like shit?”
Taecyeon turned to see his rival leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Chansung's eyes were narrowed, a scowl of disgust on his face. He pushed away from the wall and sauntered over to the older male. “What's with you? I actually thought you were a nice guy but you're just like everyone else. Ditch everyone who helped and befriended you once you hit the big spot then act like a royal shithead. I'm glad you didn't say with us longer.”
The scolding Chansung gave him made Taecyeon stand frozen as if all of the past ten minutes came crashing down on him. He blinked, suddenly realizing his attitude towards his old friends. He swallowed down the ache in his chest before returning to his designer, seeing the male huff in disapproval and glare at the expression on Taecyeon's face.
After his former roommate's berating, Taecyeon went back to his apartment and crashed onto his bed. The show hadn't gone well in their favour after that and he was verbally beaten down by his designer for making him look bad. He was sent home with a warning and it made him miss his old position. “When did I become such a cold asshole...?”
He grimaced as he thought back about how he rudely ignored Jinwoon or how he toyed with Junho. He hadn't meant to but for some reason, it had came out so naturally. Taecyeon clenched his eyes closed, hugging the pillow under his head. “I can't do this..”