Heeseung is your father’s, business partner’s, son. You guys were only close because your dad’s met up a lot and basically forced you guys to become friends. You’re 16 and even though you’re still in high school you insisted for your dad to let you work with him for experience. So now you’re a model under his agency, not that you’re lacking looks or talent anyway. Heeseung’s favorite past time is pissing you off so once he heard you got the internship, he asked you dad too just so he could work with you.

You walk into the building dressed in an off-shoulder fold over sweater with a black skirt, gold jewelry, a purse and mary janes. You’re dad told you that you have to dress “nicely” whenever you’re at the company. Your jet black hair flows as you walk. You step into the elevator and the door starts closing when someone’s hand stops it. The elevator opens back up and lo and behold it’s Heeseung.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, confusion and annoyance written all over your face

“I work here, doll. Got a problem?”

“I have to deal with you at work too? Oh fuck me.”You say rubbing your face

“Sounds fun. Maybe I should sometime.*