"Are you trying to kill me?" The tan, gorgeous girl scoffs threanteningly after spitting out the contents she had just drank. "Does this taste like my venti extra hot skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light cinnamon, and no whip to you?" She scrunches her nose in disgust as she looks over at her assistant. Narrowing her eyes, she asks, "What's your name again?"

The boy was already sweating bullets just by being under gaze. He started feeling naseous when he had given her the coffee she had demanded for, and now, the look of contempt from such an important model from the company he works at was completely nerve wrecking. "Jae Suk...miss."

twitches, and not in a good way. "Well, Jae Suk. You're fired."

"B-But miss, I need this job and-" He stammers out.

The girl makes a show of rolling her eyes and flips her wrist, causing the burning hot liquid to spill all over the boy.  The boy shrieks and scrambles around, his skin scorching. The girl doesn't seem to care.

"Oh sorry, does that burn? I don't even know why I'm still wasting my time here with you. Get out of my sight." The girl turns her back on the boy. She's irritated because she's already had to wait more than ten minutes for this new and upcoming designer to make an outfit for the new summer collection. How long did it take for the stupid guy to grab a few fabrics and come down to see her?  It's not like she was going to wear much of that fabric anyway. The collection was a line of bikinis.

The girl swears that if this guy wasn't the best designer of the season and her agency wasn't forcing her to take on the project, she would have left by now. She's not the type to wait. She's never had to before.

Scoffing at the thought of waiting, she whips out her phone and dials a number, putting the phone to her ear. She would normally text, but she wanted her manager to hear her wrath. He had hired yet another lousy assistant, who not only was mentally inefficient and socially impaired, but also unappealing to the eyes.

"Is there a problem?" A light, airy voice comes in from the other line. The girl snarls at how calm her manager's voice sounds.

"Where'd you find this one? The dog pound? Find me another one, and a better one or else I will end you." She makes sure to scoff before ending the call. She harshly sets her phone on the desk before turning back around to leave the room. She growls when she sees the boy still there. "Why the hell are you still here? Didn't I tell you to get lost?"

The shaking, burnt boy bows repeatedly. "Please give me another chance. I'll do better, I promise."

She groans at his persistence. "No." Her dark eyes gaze at him ferociously. "Now leave before I have you I imprisoned."

The boy widens his eyes, loses all courage, and scrambles out of the room, tripping over his feet in the process. The girl rolls her eyes at his fall and smiles distastefully when he bows continuously before rushing out of the room. She sighs in frustration. "He was more pathetic than the last one."

"Tell me about it." A masculine voice adds onto her opinion.

"I strongly disagree." Another voice, an even deeper one, interrupts. "Did you have to be so mean?" The girl groans, already knowing who was walking in from the second entrance at the side of the room. She glares at the sources of her further annoyance and rolls her eyes at the smirks they had on display.

"Please leave this room before I shove my foot up your ." She scowls at the grin the slightly shorter one has on his face. "And I don't mean this ually, Chanyeol."

The said man grins even wider, almost goofily, in response. "Who said I thought of it ually? You're the one jumping to conclusions, sweetheart." She sighs in frustration once again before turning around to look at her large mirror placed on the wall. Her name shines in giant lights as she observes herself.

"Alright, what do you guys want?" She interrogates as she picks up a brush and starts running it through her hair. "I'm seriously annoyed right now, so don't get mad and say that I'm acting moody."

She watches the taller one's reflection in the mirror as he scoffs. "You mean you weren't moody before?"

Chanyeol chuckles and high fives his taller friend.

"Shut up, Kris. You have no right to talk," she retorts angrily as she continues to fix up her hair.

"Well Kaiisha, at least I can talk without insulting someone every other word,"  Kris says with a smug expression on his face.

She was so close to turning around and spitting on his face.  " off."

Chanyeol, who was watching their heated exchange, decides to speak up. "You seem quite moody, Kaiisha." Him and Kris exchange smug looks. "Are you going to be this y during our next photo shoot?" He looks down at his giant gold watch. "In like three hours?"

Her patience has run completely thin by this point. She abruptly stands up from her chair, slamming her hair brush down, and turns around to give the tall handsome men the evil eye. "It'll be worse if I can't get my heel out of you after shoving my foot up your ."

The two men guffaw before high fiving. They seemed to have had enough fun annoying the sassy model, and they finally decide to walk away. Chanyeol belts an overly eager "See you soon!" as Kris, in contrast to his excited friend, simply waves with his fingers on his right hand as the two were walking out of the room, not even bothering to make eye contact.

Kaiisha, for what seemed like the hundredth time, sighs in heavy frustration before turning around and sitting back down in her high chair. While thinking back about the annoyance she endured, she picks up her beverage and drinks it, only to momentarily spit it back out. It took everything within her to not scream. 

~

Kyungsoo was struggling. Finding a job in Seoul sounded easier than it really was. He went from door to door, building to building, desperately asking for work. He was hoping to get a job that involved clothing, whether it was assembling them, cleaning them, or even designing them. However, no one was willing to give him an interview.

The young adult tried going big. He had contacted YG Design and JYP & Co. and expressed his interest, but neither company called him back like they had promised to. Kyungsoo also tried small by contacting local clothing stores asking them for applications. He had sent them all in, but still no phone call. He had gone job hunting yet again today, even to the same places as before, asking them about his interview dates, but the uninterested demeanor of the employers made him leave in frustration.

The twenty one year old was so far into his desperation that he had begun to apply for fast food restaurants and cleaning duties, maybe even possibly a waiter joint. He had literally walked into every possible building that offered him a job that would help him get by— even just for a few months— all in order to help him pay for his rent. However, not one person expressed interest in his interest. Jobs were a desperate need for everyone, after all.

Kyungsoo sighs in frustration once again before running a hand through his dark hair. He had given up today's job hunt and has decided to go home. However, despite the fact he's going home to relax, he grows even more frustrated. Frowning with distaste as a large vehichle stops right in front of his bench, he watches as his seatmates immediately start to pour inside it.

He has to take the bus home.

If there is one thing Kyungsoo cannot stand, it's taking the city bus. He hates the fact that everyone is pressed together in a closed moving object with no form of escape, as well as the fact that most people within the vehicle severely annoyed him. He doesn't like watching city people texting away on their devices, chatting away to their snobby look alikes, nor does he like their flamboyant attire. This was definitely an ironic thought coming from someone who liked to design clothing, however he just couldn't help but look at them with such contempt and envy. It always reminded him of what he didn't have, and he hated it.

With a grimace on his face, Kyungsoo stands up from his bench and walks towards the bus, boarding it only to find a minimal amount of seats available. He grips his bag as he walks towards the center of the bus where he sees an empty seat. He couldn't help but to be grateful at the thought of sitting alone and not with some bratty chaebol texting away on his phone, or listening to his provacative music at an innappropriate volume. With a sigh of relief, he sits down and places his bag on his lap.

The dark haired boy listens to the steps of other people boarding the bus as he opens his bag to take out his binder. Opening his binder and grabbing his pencil from his jean pocket, he looks over the drawings of various figures, each with a different style of clothing on them. He spots his latest drawing and flips to the page to examine the art before deciding what he should add as the finishing touches.

"Excuse me, may I sit next to you?" A man's voice grabs Kyungsoo's attention, and he lifts his head up to find the source. A man around his age wearing a business suit looks at him with hopeful eyes. Despite the annoyance that he knows he will feel with someone next to him, Kyungsoo nods weakly in response out of politeness. The man smiles gratefully before plopping down. "Thank you."

Time slowly flies by and the ride, much to Kyungsoo's surprise, is quite comfortable. No one around him really talked, and the silence between him and his seatmate is a comfortable silence. It seems that the man also did not prefer crowded settings like these, and Kyungsoo feels relieved that he's not the only one with this particular feeling within him. 

Kyungsoo looks out the window and examines the people walking on the streets. He analyzes each and everyone of their styles, whether it fits the person or not, big or small, old or new, and colorful or bland. It only takes a few moments after doing such a task does a new idea pop into his head. He continues sketching on his new work.

The man sitting next to him kept stealing glances, and Kyungsoo notices almost immediately. Whether he ignored it or just simply didn't care, the reason is unknown as he continues drawing. An unusual sense of comfort came off of the man next to him, and nothing felt wrong. He didn't feel as if the man was invading his privacy like others have done so before.

"That's a really nice drawing." Kyungsoo stiffens at the unexpected compliment and wearily turns to look at the smiling man. He blinks at his beaming seatmate, causing him to chuckle softly. "I'm serious. It looks amazing!"

After about ten minutes of silence, the man had decided to speak up and express his opinion. A ghost of a smile appears on Kyungsoo's face. "Thank you."

The other man smiles even wider and adds a dorky thumbs up next to him. "No problem!" Kyungsoo nods shyly before turning his gaze back to his picture. However, just like before, the man does the unexpected. "Do you work for a certain design company? I've noticed that your drawings focus on the clothing, and not neccessarily the people." 

Kyungsoo doesn't bother to look up as he frowns. "No," he responds simply.

The man watches him silently before questioning him. "Do you want to?"

The bus was slowing down to a stop as the unpredictable question makes Kyungsoo's slumped over form straighten up. His wide eyes stare at the man suspiciously. "Just what are you—"

"I'm offering you a job," the man responds, a light smile still on his bright face. As other people around them start to unboard the bus, the man stands up and shoves his hand inside his coat pocket. He takes out a small piece of pink paper and hands it over to Kyungsoo. "Here's my card."

Kyungsoo stares at it momentarily before grabbing the pink card. The man smiles widely and grabs his bag resting where he was sitting. "Give me a call, alright?" Kyungsoo looks up at the man as he gets ready to unboard the bus. "I hope to hear from you soon." And with a light wave, he walks towards the exit and leaves the vehicle.

Kyungsoo waved lightly back at the stranger before looking down at the card with curiousity. "SM Designs, huh?" A wide smile breaks out onto his face.

Author's Note:

Reya: Yo Yo Yo guys.  It be me.  So me and Nami98 had this idea and it needs to happen.  I know there are gender switching stories, but ours is obviously gonna be the best one.

Nami: I second that notion. Seriously. Spread the word. I can guarantee people readers of all kinds will enjoy this. It's gunna go at a moderate pace, but not slow enough to bore you. So yeah. WOOOOOO! :D