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AH-AH by Teen Top
LOVE IS by Teen Top
R.L.T.L. (ONE MORNING) by NU'EST
GOOD LOVE (ARON SOLO) by NU'EST W
PRESS YOUR NUMBER by Taemin
I SMILE by DAY6
LETTING GO by DAY6
ARTIFICIAL LOVE by EXO
THE EVE by EXO
SWEET LIES by EXO
FIRETRUCK by NCT 127
ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT by Adam Lambert
POJAT (BOYS) by SANNI
MOUKARI (SLEDGEHAMMER) by SANNI
EYES SHUT by Isac Elliot
HERO by Monsta X
OBSESSION by U-KISS
CRAZY (GUILTY PLEASURE) by Jonghyun ft. IRON
His heels clicked faintly on the glass-like floor as he held the bronze-like figurine in his huge, veined hand. Before him was black nothingness, with that small opening full of colors with light. There were voices—the commentators were talking with the audience. He sighed as he stopped, mind blank out of all things. Despite having nothing to think of, he was able to walk with a smile as his name was called.
'Presenting the award for Best Female Group Performance, here is Asia's First Love, Kim Jongin!'
He stepped out, smirking like some handsome Greek god. Everyone was awed; from the expensive shoes to the Armani suit he wore—the living masterpiece walked in gracefulness. His hair was styled; looking a bit damp while his eyes showing mischievousness that everyone loved. All eyes were on him as he walked towards the podium, with noises incoherent as they all cheered not because of the idol groups nominated, but for his existence. His feet stopped, and closed his eyes. Chants and screams were everywhere—but it all stopped with just a single silent gaze of him.
'Good evening, everyone.' He spoke, voice smooth like honey and dark as coffee, filling the whole arena. Everyone then erupted back with the noise as he smirked, holding the piece of shiny envelope on his hands. 'I am here to present the award for Best Female Performance Award. Are you all ready?'
The noises went back again; he could hear yes or nos, along with his name being called. He wanted to laugh, considering how he can just control everyone with his words, or more—his gaze. The noise subsided into faint murmurs as he opened the envelope before reading it with his eyes. Another smirk then appeared from his face, however it was different—it was more mischievous and devilish—the smirk that became his trademark. A pause was followed as he stared at everyone. 'The award goes too...'
Everyone was liking the silent tension...and his face. How dare he?! That question was written on their faces as he stared at them, especially on the camera which he can easily see.
'Mamamoo.'
There it goes again—noises and screams of fans erupted as their favorite group was called. Claps were heard as the said group stood up, thanking him as they received the award. Immediately, he went down, smirking and at the same time feeling satisfied as ever while the camera man followed him.
Kim Jongin was never new to these kind of events—he was and is confident and everyone, as always, wanted him everywhere. From South Korea to the different parts of the world, he can be seen anywhere—even on daily television advertisements--he is there. He was someone who truly advertises things for their worth—not for scamming everyone. From the most expensive things like Louis Vuitton up to the things that are worth half a penny, Jongin trusted those and became their face. He was someone that would judge things with their worth—a person with high standard.
Nobody could blame him—he is truly a high-class. He is one of the top models of the renowned modelling agency EXODUS, and is the face of one of the best selling (and extraordinary expensive) brands in the world, EX'ACT. He stood on the high pedestal and became the epitome of modern male beauty. Although there are some people who never liked him being cocky, he didn't give a fuck. Never once.
Cocky-looking, dangerous stallion. The majestic and stoic dark horse of the modelling world. The prodigy of all modelling agencies... His name was Kim Jongin.
Despite being the model with maturity that caught everyone off guard, he still has that mannerism of a kid. Slowly walking around, he forgot where his dressing room is located. Everyone was busy walking and talking; staffs were directing people while there were idols and stars who were walking around, either dressed or had just arrived. Many people were passing by, and he was alone by himself like a kid who lost his mother in the mall. The busy atmosphere was nothing new, but his whole body froze as he recognized a face despite crowd surrounding him.
It was that pretty, seductive face that made him fall in love, and out of love.
The multicolored suit with feather illustrations hugged his figure as he gazed from afar, but as Jongin could describe, the man's body was a total meal. He stood out of all people walking with his orange hair, eyelids colored in smokey eyeshadow and lips in Chanel's nude lipstick. How did he know? Jongin could not help but to chuckle at the question he asked to himself. The color of the lipstick was making he remember everything—reminiscing memories that were inducing pain to him.
His lips twitched as he tried to mouth his name. A very beautiful name. Oh Sehun.
Ex-model. Also his ex-lover.
Shivers went down his spine as he saw a hand creeping to his waist, hugging it in a secured manner. He looked up, making him wonder whose hand it was. Shock and a bit of annoyance—which probably has a hint of anger in—was felt by Jongin as he saw the man beside Sehun. The man wearing his own brand's suit placed a hand on him, smiling to the people they're talking to. There was a bitter taste on Jongin's mouth as he looked at them, but it made him laugh. Out of all the people he'd had in mind that would have Sehun, it was after all...him.
Kim Junmyeon. CEO of EX'ACT. The main face of the brand. Pretty face of a woman but with an aura of manliness. Sehun's new man and most of all, his fucking cousin.
The taste in his mouth was getting stronger, and his heart starting to break pieces as he noticed that the smile of the man he used to love was brighter than it was before. When Sehun smiled before, Jongin was extremely happy because he was the reason behind it. But now, it was just a torture to himself seeing him more happier because there was someone whom he loved better than him.
And he hated it. Five years ago, ever since he left him on the train station, he started hating him. But then when he realised that he hasn't left from his heart, he hated him even more.
Kim Jongin is the prodigy in modelling industry. The world's blessed and strongest icon. But his heart is broken only by a smile.
His legs were wobbling in anxiety as he tried walking towards the door.
Kyungsoo was just a fresh graduate from the university, almost living his life with ramen and water—nothing else. He decided to go to Seoul and leave his mother on the province where he used to grow as everyone's loving seedling, in hopes of finding a better life for them. Life was hard for him; he worked with three jobs at the same time for his daily expenses, classes to study as he was a scholar, and sacrificed everything that made him live his life out of loneliness.
All of his life, he wanted to be a designer of the brand he'd been dreaming to work at. He admired the avant-garde pieces down to the most common things you would see on a fashion brand. Ever since he was a child, he wanted to be a designer of EX'ACT. The clothing seemed to be in the highest standards—and in Christ's name was one of the most expensive—but despite of those, it caught his heart to work with them in his passion for fashion designing.
He tried, just once, on their website and submitted his works. The ones he submitted where those he created on the university shows—the ones he had a good grade on. After that, he was regretting it; embarrassed but with fingers crossed behind his back at the same time. Hey, a boy can dream, right?
And now that it has finally arrived, he could not believe it. He slapped himself for a few times thinking it was all a dream and it's just not but his imagination, however, seeing the black-and-white design of the envelope, he finally realised it was no bullshit—it was real. Holding the envelope with his tiny hands, he was becoming a mess in happiness. He opened it slowly, thoughts running into his mind were crazy, and every second, there was nothing except Kyungsoo's loud heartbeats due to nervousness.
He closed his eyes as the piece of paper that holds the ultimate twist in his life was in his hands, and he dreamed nothing more that just to be accepted. Slowly opening his eyes, he read the words in the same manner his heart was beating. He was now a high cluttered mess as he read the words Mr. Do Kyungsoo, you are now part of the main EX'ACT CLOTHING team.
Holy shit. He wanted to shout those out loud. He could not believe that it is now happening.
'I'm going to work in my favorite clothing line, mom...' He said, words becoming unclear as he wiped his tears. Kyungsoo called his mother after learning everything, and he was so happy that his smiles had turned to sloppy sobs, making him hate it as he knew he'll be a mess later on. Why are you crying, Kyungsoo?
'I'll be able to give you at better life now, mom...'
Ah, don't think about giving me a better life now, Kyungsoo. I'm satisfied living here.
'But still..'
Nah, ah. Ah... my son's going to design clothes in his dream brand. I better tell our neighbors about this!
'Mom...' He trailed off his words as he tried to stop crying while talking to her. Her happy voice made him now calmer, but he is still too shocked on everything. You know what, I'm so proud of you, my little chestnut.
'Stop calling me that already! I'm old now.'
But you're my little chestnut, no matter how old you are. Ah, isn't your hair in a buzz cut? You're looking a handsome chestnut, Kyungsoo. The handsomest.
Despite how much he loved his mother, he is still annoyed how she often calls him with the same nickname he had as a child.
The day Kyungsoo had started to come on the first day of his job, he was nervous. The nervous wreck made him a little awkward to things; even just by walking on the train station to hailing a cab, he was trying not to embarrass himself. But despite of his nervousness being at its peak, he was hyping with a bit of excitement as he went nearer the tall glass building sitting in front of him.
Clothed in what a rookie would always wear at the first day of his job; the white long-sleeved shirt, black slacks and loafers, Kyungsoo was cautious not to get attention on the first day. But he was wrong, as everyone was looking at him the moment he entered the glass door.
He thought it was because of the outfit that he wore, but instead it was his head.
Reading the huge sign, he was becoming inspired, seeing that his dream would be finally fulfilled; and that he promises to work hard for it. Deep inside him, he thought that everything will be alright, as what his mother would tell him.
He read the sign, the motto of the reputed brand, with his eyes in enthusiasm.
'Cause wearing clothes mean no limits.'
But what the hell, this boy was wrong about everything.