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He ran on the pavement quite early in the cold and windy morning, about five. People were still in their deep slumber and some were getting ready for the day. The ice has started to melt on the pavement and his barefoot didn't even bother with the coldness eating up the heat from his body. He simply ignored everything, even the chirping bird that flew around to wake those who were still in slumberland. He ran pass the book shop, flower shop, bakery and marts until he stopped at the end of the block just before the dark alley. He panted and rubbed both of his hands together to gather the warm. Slowly, he turned to his right and looked at the newly opened coffee shop which had just started its business that day. He saw the owner of the coffee shop wiping the glass window right before him. His gaze met the hazel eyes owned by the blonde inside the coffee shop. Without word or gesture, he ran back to his house.
"Angel's Coffee Shop..."
Devil would hate this.
Kris lifted his hand to greet the person outside his coffee shop but the boy ran away before he could say anything. Reddened cheek, dried blood at the corner of his plump lips, the white thin cloth that weren't doing a good job in keeping the lanky body from the coldness of January, bruises on his collarbone and his barefoot that trembled due to the heat loss. He remembered it all. The hollow gaze he had received made him wonder what was in the boy's mind at that time. He caught the boy mutter something before he left. What was it?
"Good job, guys! Now change your clothes and let's celebrate this together!" The director flashed a wide smile on his face and thumbs up at the models.
"Thanks for the wait, Kris but standby models aren't lucky today. We're sorry." said one of the staff to Kris but he just smiled and picked up his creamy trench coat from the seat.
"It's okay, noona. I'm not busy either. Thanks for the call! I'd better get going! Bye!" Kris waved his hands to the staff and walked backward towards the exit before the noise near the changing room caught his attention.
"I told you to lose some pounds but you've never listened! Look at this! The hickey! Should I repeat my order over and over again? If the makeup artist can't cover it, you cover it yourself or treat it!" That's the photographer for today's photoshoot.
Byun Baekhyun, top and young photographer who had worked with several famous magazines and celebrities. Every shots he takes is a wonder for anyone who recognized his beautiful work. A veteran photographer once complimented him, 'his fine eyes were the lens, his beautiful fingers were the shutter and that's what makes every of his photos behold such a wondrous beauty'. But today, Kris didn't see any well-mannered photographer but a senseless and rude lad. He pushed the male model and left. Kris stepped to the side to avoid bumping with the short photographer. From the dark hallway, a tall male walked out with his head looking down to the ground. Kris gasped as he couldn't believe the sight before him.
You...The barefoot boy...
His voice stuck in his throat when he saw the boy was actually the model from previous photoshoot. The boy's shoulder slightly touched his, and his eyes followed the model's heavy steps until he was surrounded by stylists and makeup artists.
"That's Park Chanyeol, child model turns supermodel- Don't tell me you didn't recognize him! Huh...Anyway, don't think of getting him. You'll be killed mercilessly by his lover." Tao, the fellow model suddenly showed up out of nowhere. Tao was his former housemate during the first year of staying in Korea. They stayed together for almost two years until Kris decided to open his own cafe and started out as a rookie model.
"His lover?" Kris's curiousity aroused him to ask more about the pretty boy.
"The photographer, Byun Baekhyun or we secretly call him Bacon. He would do anything to keep Park Chanyeol within his grasp. He would even kill to get Park Chanyeol only for himself. You better draw your gap around Park Chanyeol or you'll never get any job for the whole year. That guy can do anything with only a flick of his fingers and game over. Puff!" Tao smirked at him before he left. Kris held his breath in and exhaled seconds later. Who would get himself killed just to have Park Chanyeol? That's one crazy attempt. Hmm...
Park Chanyeol. He started his career as model for a famous baby formula at a very young age of 10 months until he grew up into an androgynous 21-year-old supermodel that Gucci, Fendi and even Yves Saint Laurent worth fighting for. As a veteran in fashion industry, the other models idolized him so much and even adored him to an extent of stalking him. They envy him in every ways possible. From his head all the way to his toes, they believed it was all made of gold.
Born with a silver spoon in his hand, his deceased mother was a former Miss Korea, supermodel and a well-known socialite while his father was a prominent politician. His sister was a prosecutor, as famous as their father. But a rumour roamed around that when he was 12 years old, his father kicked him out of their mansion as the boy opposed his father to catch his own dream to be a professional model like his late mother instead of involving himself in politics. The rumour still lingered since then because he never denied nor opened up about the matter.
Kris tried to get rid of Chanyeol's barefoot image from his head but when he saw him from afar, the kid was so much in euphoric and adrenaline rush. A huge grin pasted on the face seems to be so different from the image of the boy in his head, the silent boy he saw in front of his coffee shop a week ago. Big difference. This boy let out his laughter as if letting out a breath, much different than the mute boy he'd seen before. He faked it all. Kris knew it. He knew the boy more than the boy himself though he never got a chance to speak or say hi to him. Through his eyes, Chanyeol was completely transparent. Every thought of his, Kris could read it. Every movement, he could predict. The boy looked like he's being controlled by someone, like a puppet. He was very careful in his talk and gestures as if he's hiding the biggest secret under his sleeve.
"Kris! What are you waiting for? Let's grab a drink!" Tao put his arm around Kris's neck.
"No, I need to go back. I have works to do. Sorry, maybe next time. Bye!" Kris put on his coat and walked out of the studio to his car with bits and pieces of Chanyeol in his mind. He needed to open his coffee shop for business.
Chanyeol heavily walked to his 'house' or actually, Baekhyun's atelier. The day had been a hell for him. Baekhyun ordered him around like a slave. The string that was connected to all his joints was under Baekhyun's control. If he refused to obey, he knew punishment awaits him at 'home'. Chanyeol pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. When he stepped into the atelier, he saw Baekhyun sitting on the couch and watching TV show.
"I'm home." He walked towards Baekhyun and kissed his forehead before he sat on the floor right next to Baekhyun's feet. He splayed his hands on the fluffy and furry white rug under him, simply waiting for Baekhyun to hit or scream at him.
"You know what you did today, right?" Baekhyun asked, breaking the silence between them.
"Y-yes. I won't do it again..." Like a puppy, he lowered his head as his hands trembled in fear.
"No, it's the second time you have done it. I won't give any chance for those who won't listen." Baekhyun whispered while holding Chanyeol firmly at his nape. The fear formed on Chanyeol's face were purposely ignored and he dragged Chanyeol by his jacket into their bedroom. This is hell. All the muscles on his body loosened up when he received the torment. How he wished he'd die in his sleep because tomorrow, he will run away again.
betaed by notanebula (AF)