Fight Me
Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Changmin had been called in to the agency because they needed a male model to pose with one of the girls from the famous kpop band, 4Minute. It was early and a bit inconvenient for him as he had made plans to do other things, but work was work and he wasn't going to say no and leave them short handed. Plus an opportunity to make more money was always good. Feeling a bit lazy today he put Mangdoong on a regular leash not bothering with her harness today and let her lead him to the agency. Once there he lazily rubbed at his eyes and announced that he'd finally made it. Since the set was always changing he waited for someone to come over and lead him to where make up and wardrobe was.
To someone who didn't know Shim Changmin, he seemed like a primadonna unwilling to do anything himself. But the reality was that he was blind and thus couldn't see anything, trusting those he worked with to help him out. But that's not something Hyuna would know, and thus she believed she was working with a primadonna.
By the time Changmin made it to the set he smiled and bowed slightly to Hyuna as he was told that he was going to be led to her. "Nice to meet you, shall we get to work?" He asked gently reaching out a hand to get a feel for where she was, brushing her arm. There was a small frown on his lips as he could feel her tense up, not in fear, but dislike. Trying to shake it off he just smiled and followed her lead for the shoot.
It wasn't until the middle of the shoot where things got really bad. "Changmin look up." The photographer said, not choosing his words too wisely. Shifting his head a bit he tried looking to where Hyuna was, but apparently it wasn't good enough as he felt a hand to his cheek. "Stop staring at my breasts! Even the photographer noticed! What kind of a shoot do you think this is!?" She said clearly angry and fed up with Changmin.
Shocked he stumbled back his cheek burning a bit from the hit. He could hear Mangdoong barking, probably meaning that if he fell he'd fall into something on set and hurt himself. Trying to stay standing up he finally found his footing and he could feel anger growing inside him. "What the fuck!?" He yelled back a growl slipping from his lips. "How could I be staring at your fucking chest when I'm blind!?"
The whole studio was in shock, no one saying a work. "Why do you think I need to be led to dressing? Around set? Given a bit of direction with the moment of my eyes? I. Can't. See. So don't fucking flatter yourself Princess." He called Mangdoong over and lightly held onto her collar so that she could lead him. "I think it's time for a break."
