It's been a couple days since his Starbucks ordeal. Each day he has of work started the same with waking up before his alarm clock, taking a brisk shower, eating a nearly burnt bread with a thin layer of organic butter because Byunghyun hated-
 

Chanhee looked up to his ceiling. Last night was another forgetful dream. He thought his ceiling was too tall, like it was an endless sky he would never be able to reach up to. Byunghyun bought a tall ladder for the loft when they first moved in so they could replace the lights or hang something up if they needed to. He was always so scared of heights though, so he got his boyfriend to do it for him. Every now and then, he would tease Byunghyun over his suddenly tall height and smile when he almost fell off a step. It was his time to shine, and he would catch his boyfriend every single time.
 

"He was always the clumsiest.." He let out softly, but he couldn't laugh. His voice strained too much in just a couple days.

It was the downside to his work, especially if he didn't take care of himself. Nevertheless, Chanhee rolled out of bed and went to get ready for another rough day of work.
 

There was a specific time he was supposed to be there or his client would be furious with him so it was a brisk shower, a slice of toast with a thin layer of jam, and he was off to work. He was feeling something sweet this morning.
 

"I will not work under these conditions!"
 

"Just...move to the left a little bit and-"
 

"No. No no no! Why do I have to move?! This is my best side and you know that! All my fans know that so of course you must know. I've never once had to move and you dare tell me to? Are you trying to make me ugly? Manager, he's trying to make me ing ugly like him-!"
 

"EITHER YOU MOVE OR I WILL MAKE YOU!"
 

There was a depressing pause of tension filling the air, but he and his helpers were used to it.

 

Chanhee is a photographer. He would call himself a born-photographic artist, but Byunghyun said it was too long of a name. Still, he would call himself that anyway when no one was looking. He took pictures of his urban life in the city, his relationships with nature and people, and he did photoshoots for models sometimes. Was he good at his job? He wouldn't brag about it, but Byunghyun would. It was his art shows that fascinated him the most, though. There were people interested in him, and that made him happy. Nothing could beat the feeling of attention from his boyfriend, but it was still a nice feeling inside. People would congratulate him left and right, and there would always be offers to buy his work. It was nights like those that made him really feel fantastic.
 

Today was not that day.

 

He usually took his pictures on his free time, but photoshoots were a request from good friends in other companies so he couldn't turn them down. As much as he loved his friends, he wasn't so in love with the models he worked with. They always smelled of cheap cigarette buds and distaste. The way they talked with their model friends and photographers was like spilled alcohol and motel bed sheets; used, overrated, and wasted. Now, Chanhee does feel bad for his subordinates because they just want to get paid from doing good work and usually, they would have fun when they set up and took pictures together. He also knew not to judge every model, but damn. This one was everything he hated and a dash more.
 

"What...did you say to me?" The enraged model had been driven into shock, but her tone was anger slowly boiling up again.
 

Chanhee took a brief breath in before his words spilled out to her.
 

"Either you get your back on set and move like I asked you to, or we'll call this shoot off. I'll call your boss and say that you weren't feeling well and some other model will step in for your spot. Now, you don't want that and I know you're a newbie so you