One Wrong Step in the Right Direction
Title: One Wrong Step in the Right Direction: Finding His Will
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: I know nothing about modelling or this type of work so please ;;
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Even though he had been ready to give up, Taecyeon found it in himself to push forward. The ache in his body was still there but he learned to numb it. Negative comments from others had stopped once he decided to just bare with everything and do as they asked without a fuss. It was not how Taecyeon wanted to live his life but it was the only way he was going to find out if he could survive.
After a month of pushing himself passed his limits, the agency called him in to let him know of a big event coming up. Not all the models were needed but since the recent progress in Taecyeon's ability, they decided to cast him to the huge gig. 'Finally, they notice,' he thought to himself, breathing a heavy sigh.
Despite the praise, he found himself working down to the very bone. Countless hours of practice then squeezing in whatever left over time he had for working out his muscles. He was heavily watched, the paid trainer making sure Taecyeon didn't pull anything that his weak muscles and frail body couldn't handle. He was barely lifting ten pounds when the instructor would have him switch to do something else. Running was about the only thing he could take on before he'd feel his body starting to tremble from the lack of vitamins.
Taecyeon's only rest was his head meeting the cushion on the couch of the studio, the only place he could sleep. He hadn't seen his apartment in days, weeks; he couldn't remember. The second his eyes closed was all he had before the manager and director were calling him up for another practice run. Another make-up test and walk-through and Taecyeon looked in the mirror. “Wow...” he said to himself as the sunken cheeks, dark circles under his eyes and redness of his eyes had vanished under the pound of make-up on his face.
His fingers fell down his body, making his frown as he almost felt the bones against his skin. He remembered being fit and having meat around his bones but now he was sure that if he lifted his shirt, he could see his ribcage. “It'll pay off in the end...” he tried to assure himself.
After being fitted for the many outfits Taecyeon would have to try on, he was sent into make-up and the tall model was told not to stray off too far. Whether it was his lack of interest or the fact that he was growing weaker by the minute, he stayed close to the catwalk, not exploring the event that he was actually taking place in.
The curtain was pushed aside, blinding him in the face when a model had walked off stage, the light from the catwalk flashing over his eyes. Taecyeon tried to keep his heart rate down because any irregular beating would cause him to start sweating and that would ruin not only his make-up but his outfit and presentation as well. The clothing was pressed fitted, almost a little too much, to his body and a shove came from behind him as he was too focused on trying not to screw up that he missed his cue.
A short stumble onto the stage, Taecyeon fixed himself and used his knowledge of hours of practice to guide him once he senses became off. He pulled a shade over his eyes to block from the heavy use of hot lights as he stood at the end of the catwalk, giving a stern look out to the audience before making his way back. His shoulders fell the second he was backstage and the designer quickly grabbed him, grumbling about Taecyeon's missed cue.
They hadn't told the model that he was to wear a tight pair of briefs while walking down the catwalk and once Taecyeon had put the pair of underwear on, he swallowed down the fluid that had made it's way up his throat. He glanced in the mirror and wanted to throw up, seeing how sickly thin his body was. He had been neglecting himself for this job and it was clearly showing. The designer didn't give him time to gawk at himself, something Taecyeon was a bit thankful for as he was pushed to the curtains.
His heart raced and his eyes teared up from the manner he allowed himself to be under. How could have he let this happen to him? He would be embarrassed to meet up with anyone he knew now if they saw him in this state.
With trembling fingers, he entered onto the stage and slowly sauntered down the strip. He couldn't make out the audience with the lights in his eyes but he was sure they weren't impressed with his shaking body. Closing his eyes was a mistake as he suddenly felt his self-esteem fall, thinking about how the judges were disgusted with how lean and bony his body looked. He gave a quick turn and walked off stage only for his team to badger him about what he was thinking out there.
To Taecyeon, one slip was better than a few or many considering the show had gone well otherwise. To the agency, he was now hanging on a thread because that one mistake might have cost them the entire show. As it was, the judges had given his agency a second place in his slipped category. To Taecyeon's surprise, the negative wasn't based on his looks but rather how he carried himself.
With the event over, the model was given a day off and Taecyeon decided to spend it where it had all started. Dressed in a baggy sweater and jeans, he walked into the first agency he had ever been in and made his way towards the practice room. He hid his face as he walked by a few people he recognized as they were too busy rushing around and doing their own thing. Glancing into a few rooms, he noticed Jinwoon in one, wearing a big smile and joking around with the photographer. He missed that, being able to smile.
Distracted by the younger model's attitude, he bumped into a figure and stumbled back, his body not able to take the impact of the larger one standing in front of him.
“Look who it is.”
Taecyeon lifted his head to see his old rival standing before him, looking as healthy as he always did. The sight of Taecyeon, however, had Chansung frowning.
“Hey, you don't look so well. Should I take you to the hospital?”
“Actually, I came to see you.”
After making an excuse to the crew, Chansung left his photoshoot and took Taecyeon to an empty room so they could talk. It surprised the young male to see how frail his former roommate had gotten. He tried not to bombard him with questions but Taecyeon had started to answer his questions anyways. “I can't do this anymore. I can't. I don't have time to sleep. My food is so bland that I can't even handle eating normal food anymore. My body... My body is...”
Taecyeon hugged the sweater around his body and it only made the younger male frown even more. “Show me.”
Closing his eyes, the model stood up and lifted up his shirt, making Chansung feel sick to his stomach. Without warning, the door opened and Junho stepped in before letting out a loud gasp of horror. His hand cupped over his mouth at the physical state of Taecyeon's body before he rushed over.
It was quiet between the three men as they sat in the room, Taecyeon now feeling like he was in an abusive relationship and was in counselling. He supposed in a way, he was.
“I've seen this happen so many times,” Junho began to say, “Models are swept up from under us and the next time we see them, well...” he glanced at Taecyeon. “Taecyeon, please, don't fall victim under them. You're so much better than them. Come back here. We'll take care of you.”
The older male closed his eyes, “I've seen people make it there. They seem to be taken better care of. I want to see if I can make it.”
Junho sighed softly and took the other male's hand, “If you're going to be stubborn, I can't stop you. Just remember why you started, what you dreamed about to keep it going. It was your dream to be a model. Just promise to take care of yourself. Please.”
The designer had left the room and the two models sat in silence before Chansung spoke up. “Listen, it kills me to see you like this. There's always a place for you back here. I can always kick the newbie model out of your old room and you can move back in. Don't ever think there isn't a second option. That place isn't your last.”
A smile spread on Taecyeon's lips, probably the first in months, “Thank you Chansung. I've really missed you.”
Taecyeon left the agency with a bit of a brighter outlook on things. He would try harder, this time while actually taking care of himself and not just doing whatever pleased them. He'd try sleeping, eating and exercising but with consideration of his body.
Walking back into his building, he was greeted by an awful glare by one of the models. “They saw you go to that other agency,” Kibum sneered. “You're in trouble now.”
Panic filled Taecyeon and as he started to walk towards the elevator, someone called him overhead. He made his way over, noticing that it was the secretary and his heart pounded in his chest.
“Your manager wants to see you.”
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: I know nothing about modelling or this type of work so please ;;
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Even though he had been ready to give up, Taecyeon found it in himself to push forward. The ache in his body was still there but he learned to numb it. Negative comments from others had stopped once he decided to just bare with everything and do as they asked without a fuss. It was not how Taecyeon wanted to live his life but it was the only way he was going to find out if he could survive.
After a month of pushing himself passed his limits, the agency called him in to let him know of a big event coming up. Not all the models were needed but since the recent progress in Taecyeon's ability, they decided to cast him to the huge gig. 'Finally, they notice,' he thought to himself, breathing a heavy sigh.
Despite the praise, he found himself working down to the very bone. Countless hours of practice then squeezing in whatever left over time he had for working out his muscles. He was heavily watched, the paid trainer making sure Taecyeon didn't pull anything that his weak muscles and frail body couldn't handle. He was barely lifting ten pounds when the instructor would have him switch to do something else. Running was about the only thing he could take on before he'd feel his body starting to tremble from the lack of vitamins.
Taecyeon's only rest was his head meeting the cushion on the couch of the studio, the only place he could sleep. He hadn't seen his apartment in days, weeks; he couldn't remember. The second his eyes closed was all he had before the manager and director were calling him up for another practice run. Another make-up test and walk-through and Taecyeon looked in the mirror. “Wow...” he said to himself as the sunken cheeks, dark circles under his eyes and redness of his eyes had vanished under the pound of make-up on his face.
His fingers fell down his body, making his frown as he almost felt the bones against his skin. He remembered being fit and having meat around his bones but now he was sure that if he lifted his shirt, he could see his ribcage. “It'll pay off in the end...” he tried to assure himself.
After being fitted for the many outfits Taecyeon would have to try on, he was sent into make-up and the tall model was told not to stray off too far. Whether it was his lack of interest or the fact that he was growing weaker by the minute, he stayed close to the catwalk, not exploring the event that he was actually taking place in.
The curtain was pushed aside, blinding him in the face when a model had walked off stage, the light from the catwalk flashing over his eyes. Taecyeon tried to keep his heart rate down because any irregular beating would cause him to start sweating and that would ruin not only his make-up but his outfit and presentation as well. The clothing was pressed fitted, almost a little too much, to his body and a shove came from behind him as he was too focused on trying not to screw up that he missed his cue.
A short stumble onto the stage, Taecyeon fixed himself and used his knowledge of hours of practice to guide him once he senses became off. He pulled a shade over his eyes to block from the heavy use of hot lights as he stood at the end of the catwalk, giving a stern look out to the audience before making his way back. His shoulders fell the second he was backstage and the designer quickly grabbed him, grumbling about Taecyeon's missed cue.
They hadn't told the model that he was to wear a tight pair of briefs while walking down the catwalk and once Taecyeon had put the pair of underwear on, he swallowed down the fluid that had made it's way up his throat. He glanced in the mirror and wanted to throw up, seeing how sickly thin his body was. He had been neglecting himself for this job and it was clearly showing. The designer didn't give him time to gawk at himself, something Taecyeon was a bit thankful for as he was pushed to the curtains.
His heart raced and his eyes teared up from the manner he allowed himself to be under. How could have he let this happen to him? He would be embarrassed to meet up with anyone he knew now if they saw him in this state.
With trembling fingers, he entered onto the stage and slowly sauntered down the strip. He couldn't make out the audience with the lights in his eyes but he was sure they weren't impressed with his shaking body. Closing his eyes was a mistake as he suddenly felt his self-esteem fall, thinking about how the judges were disgusted with how lean and bony his body looked. He gave a quick turn and walked off stage only for his team to badger him about what he was thinking out there.
To Taecyeon, one slip was better than a few or many considering the show had gone well otherwise. To the agency, he was now hanging on a thread because that one mistake might have cost them the entire show. As it was, the judges had given his agency a second place in his slipped category. To Taecyeon's surprise, the negative wasn't based on his looks but rather how he carried himself.
With the event over, the model was given a day off and Taecyeon decided to spend it where it had all started. Dressed in a baggy sweater and jeans, he walked into the first agency he had ever been in and made his way towards the practice room. He hid his face as he walked by a few people he recognized as they were too busy rushing around and doing their own thing. Glancing into a few rooms, he noticed Jinwoon in one, wearing a big smile and joking around with the photographer. He missed that, being able to smile.
Distracted by the younger model's attitude, he bumped into a figure and stumbled back, his body not able to take the impact of the larger one standing in front of him.
“Look who it is.”
Taecyeon lifted his head to see his old rival standing before him, looking as healthy as he always did. The sight of Taecyeon, however, had Chansung frowning.
“Hey, you don't look so well. Should I take you to the hospital?”
“Actually, I came to see you.”
After making an excuse to the crew, Chansung left his photoshoot and took Taecyeon to an empty room so they could talk. It surprised the young male to see how frail his former roommate had gotten. He tried not to bombard him with questions but Taecyeon had started to answer his questions anyways. “I can't do this anymore. I can't. I don't have time to sleep. My food is so bland that I can't even handle eating normal food anymore. My body... My body is...”
Taecyeon hugged the sweater around his body and it only made the younger male frown even more. “Show me.”
Closing his eyes, the model stood up and lifted up his shirt, making Chansung feel sick to his stomach. Without warning, the door opened and Junho stepped in before letting out a loud gasp of horror. His hand cupped over his mouth at the physical state of Taecyeon's body before he rushed over.
It was quiet between the three men as they sat in the room, Taecyeon now feeling like he was in an abusive relationship and was in counselling. He supposed in a way, he was.
“I've seen this happen so many times,” Junho began to say, “Models are swept up from under us and the next time we see them, well...” he glanced at Taecyeon. “Taecyeon, please, don't fall victim under them. You're so much better than them. Come back here. We'll take care of you.”
The older male closed his eyes, “I've seen people make it there. They seem to be taken better care of. I want to see if I can make it.”
Junho sighed softly and took the other male's hand, “If you're going to be stubborn, I can't stop you. Just remember why you started, what you dreamed about to keep it going. It was your dream to be a model. Just promise to take care of yourself. Please.”
The designer had left the room and the two models sat in silence before Chansung spoke up. “Listen, it kills me to see you like this. There's always a place for you back here. I can always kick the newbie model out of your old room and you can move back in. Don't ever think there isn't a second option. That place isn't your last.”
A smile spread on Taecyeon's lips, probably the first in months, “Thank you Chansung. I've really missed you.”
Taecyeon left the agency with a bit of a brighter outlook on things. He would try harder, this time while actually taking care of himself and not just doing whatever pleased them. He'd try sleeping, eating and exercising but with consideration of his body.
Walking back into his building, he was greeted by an awful glare by one of the models. “They saw you go to that other agency,” Kibum sneered. “You're in trouble now.”
Panic filled Taecyeon and as he started to walk towards the elevator, someone called him overhead. He made his way over, noticing that it was the secretary and his heart pounded in his chest.
“Your manager wants to see you.”