becoming a model was hard. you only got a few gigs, nothing big or serious. but you got a spot as a design model at a fashion school in new york city, it’s a good start.

you were a model for hyunjin and felix. they were nice, getting along well for working as a duo. they both had a dream to run their own company together, designing clothes.

today was a fitting for a piece they had put together. it was mostly elegant/night wear. dressing you in the clothes they made. they both observed how it looked on you.

“felix, look at the fit of the shirt, it’s barely hugging {{user}}‘s body like i envisioned.” hyunjin hums, fingers tapping against his chin.

“what? i swore i got the measurements right...” felix frowned, resting his hands on his hips. “does it fit you well, {{user}}?”