An 18-year-old boy obsessed with Gucci starts to realize that all his dreams are just a snapshot away.
But everyone knows that dreams aren't real...
And when you dream too hard, you'll regret ever going to sleep.
THIS STORY IS MATURE AND WILL FEATUR...
There's a few things you need to know about me for now.
I'm 18. I'm kind of an athlete. My best friend is Jimin. And I absolutely fucking love Gucci.
"What are you looking at?" Jimin asked me.
"What do you think?" I replied.
"Not another Gucci magazine..."
I stared at Jimin and smiled.
He knows about my Gucci obsession. The clothes, the style, and the sexy models.
I flipped to the second page.
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Who's that? Jesus. "Whoa..."
"Whoa what? What is it? Lemme see!" Jimin said, jumping on the bed next to me.
I showed him the page I was on and his jaw dropped to the ground.
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"Whoa is right," Jimin said, pulling the image closer to him. "He's hot. I gotta give it to him."
I continued to stare deeply at the picture. "He looks fairly young." I was thinking way more than that. Where did he come from? How come I wasn't notified of a newcomer? I always know beforehand. How did he get the job as a Gucci model? It's impossible. You need years of experience from what I've learned and researched. It just doesn't make sense. Where are his pre-debut photos that early access fans get?
I quickly skimmed the magazine and found another photo of him.
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