Temporary

001

Ever since he can remember San was into fashion. He dressed up in his parents' clothes whenever they weren't home, tried out all kinds of combinations and even started learning how to sew by the age of twelve.
When he finally graduated high school, he immediately applied to Seoul's best university for fashion, no questions asked.
He loved his major, he really did. Honestly.

"But what the hell is this assignment?!" San whined to his classmate and roommate Seonghwa, "Why do we have to find ourselves someone to model our work who isn't a fashion major? That's so annoying!"

Seonghwa chuckled and ruffled San's hair, "About time something forces you to socialise, you never leave the apartment for anything but classes."

San rolled his eyes at his hyung and playfully hit him. Seonghwa was right. He didn't socialise. On multiple occasions he'd been invited to parties and casual hangouts, but he always found some reason to reject those invitations. He rather sat at home and worked, drew sketches, gathered ideas on the internet and watched movies. There was no particular reason for him not to socialise, it was just...tiring. Interacting with others drained so much of his energy and he really didn't want that. It's not like he needed the company. He had Seonghwa who luckily wasn't as draining as others and respected his privacy and the space he needed. Although San always smiled and looked happy and energetic, he could quickly lose that atmosphere. Thus, he had always focused on his studies and his work. After all, he wanted to become a big, well known designer after graduating.
But this damn assignment had to involve interaction with other humans.

"How am I even supposed to find a proper model outside of our major? It can't just be someone good looking, they have to deliver the right feeling," San sighed in frustration.

"I'm sure you'll find the perfect person."

"Urgh whatever, I'm going home."

He bid goodbye to Seonghwa who was meeting up with a few friends in a while and walked towards the subway station. Seonghwa and him had an apartment on the other side of the city and it took approximately 25 minutes to go from university to their apartment and vice versa. Their neighbourhood was really pretty. It had a small-town-charm with little shops and cute, aesthetic gardens in front of the houses. He skipped through the streets and mouthed the lyrics to his currently most played song, 'No Air' by a group called The Boyz while he made his way from the station to their apartment.

Right beneath their apartment was a small convenience store and San decided to buy some snacks and some vanilla milk. He entered the shop and greeted the cashier, a younger boy called Jongho, before making his way through the aisles.
"What's up, Sannie," Jongho casually asked, not looking up from his phone.
"I'm your hyung," San said and pretend to be offended.
"Yeah, see if I care," Jongho teased and grinned mischievously.
"You're a brat."
"Nothing new."
They kept bickering until San payed and turned to leave. At the exact moment the door opened and a small group of obviously problematic guys entered. San saw the motorbikes through the window and groaned in his head.
The group of three guys was part of 'ATEEZ', self proclaimed gang, local troublemaker who didn't really do anything besides spraying graffiti around the neighbourhood and partying a little too loudly, a little too late almost every night. Nobody was really all that scared of them, but people just avoided them to avoid problems that most likely came with them.
One their members, Yeosang, was in fact the major's son and in all honesty a petty little bitch who liked to pull out the my-dad-is-the-major-card and do whatever he wanted to. He was one of the guys who entered. The tallest of them was Mingi. He looked the scariest out of the lot, but he was harmless. Just a child. There was a third guy there, hidden behind Mingi, until the latter brushed past San and picked on Jongho.
"Yo, give me some cigarettes."
"ID."
"The hell you need that for? Don't you know who my friend over there is?!" Mingi said loudly while pointing at Yeosang.
"You're underage. Smoking's also bad for ya, better get some candy, you giraffe," Jongho smirked and crossed his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against the counter.

San didn't hear the conversation. He didn't see how Yeosang let some small packages of candy slip into his pockets. He was paralysed.

The third guy was a god. An angel. Perfection.
Smooth brown hair. Huge, deep, brown eyes. Sharp jawline. Cute nose. Plum lips. Multiply pierced ears. High quality leather jacket, paired with a black and white striped shirt, thin silver necklace. The shirt was tucked into his tight black jeans, which themselves where tucked into black boots with silver chains as shoelaces. He was a tiny bit shorter than San, but he seemed ten times bigger. He was surrounded by such a powerful aura, not scary, but dominant. His dark eyes seemed to be staring right into San's soul who, still paralysed on the spot, couldn't force himself to look away. Minutes seem to pass by without either of them moving, until a loud, high pitched scream caused San to jump.
Jongho had come out from behind the counter and grabbed Yeosang's arm harshly, telling the older boy to take out the stuff he had took sneakily.
"YAH, don't you know who I am?!"
"See if I care, brat, put those back where they belong." San could hear the extreme annoyance in Jongho's voice and he knew very well the younger had a low tolerance for bullshit and tended to lose his cool quickly. He placed a ten bucks note on the counter.
"Leave him be, you don't need the trouble, Jonggie."
With that San left the store in a hurry, but not without steeling a glance at the handsome stranger.