First Love: Sunmi ✖ GD
Jiyong knocks on the door, and a flashy grin greets him. “What’s up my man GD,” Saeyeon fist bumps the ginger and they hug. “How was the fashion week?” Jiyong smiles, crescent eyes beamed back at his client as he set his equipment on the table. At that, Saeyeon scrunches his nose up, “Not fantastic.”
“I’ll run with you the brief first, before my models arrive.” The raven-haired pulls a file from his black satchel and Jiyong nods. Jiyong’s glad most of the time the relationship he shares with his clients always turn to a budding friendship. He explains the idea of the shoot and he lets Jiyong does his magic. That’s what he likes about Saeyeon, he trusts Jiyong with his judgment to take full charge of the shoots and the creative direction. Jiyong sets his equipment up and checks how much time he has before the models arrive. “About fifteen minutes?” Saeyeon pipes after reading something off his phone.
Jiyong excuses himself to grab some food from the convenience store below; Saeyeon troubles him to get him some starbucks too. Unfortunately, the moment he sets foot into the lift, and the door closes a cloud of red and black fumes bubbles besides the demon. There’s no more Shik, but a younger, taller and well-built man with a slicked back hairdo that ends just before it reaches his shoulder. Jiyong arched a brow. “Azazel.” The demon informs his name and bows a little. Jiyong lets out a sigh of annoyance.
“Maybe Crowley should just reach me with his damn phone.” Jiyong mumbles loud enough for the messenger to hear.
“I’m not sent by Crowley.” To which Jiyong whirls around. His eyes reflect off, I am from Crowley though, because only demons working for Crowley always appear with such dramatic entrance.
“I think you should be careful, people from the Organization lurk around.”
“What are you talking about—” once the lift opens, the demon disappears. Jiyong frowns, but doesn’t give much thought to it. He can take care of himself just fine. Jiyong briefly notices how the clouds loomed over with a hinting gaze back at the ginger. Could the day get any weirder? (perhaps so)
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