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❝Ah, a childhood story, you sa~y?❞ Model Jongsuk was in a chipper-like mood, so all he wanted was to chatter away the energy he had been stocking inside of him. ❝Well, y’know how parents always had that one girl they would call ‘your girlfriend’ by play? Yeah, I had one of those.❞ His pink lips dipped slightly into a natural smile, waving his large hands from force of habit as he spoke.
❝We were both four when our parents decided this. So, to make it official, they made us do a whole photoshoot of just us.❞ A chuckle bubbled out into the air, shaking his head and looking down at his leather shoes. ❝They made us dress up and act as if we were getting married. It was funny, to say the least. I think that’s when I started to want to be a model.❞
Looking back up at the man in front of him, Jongsuk started nodding subtly, pointing at the stranger intensely. ❝Well, you got your story. Don’t go on telling anyone, though.❞
