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[[Jui and Giru]]
[[Jui's Modeling Agency]]
[[Jui goes to get his bruises covered]]
[[PG-13 for some swears]]
Jui woke up dizzy and thoroughly unamused with the fact that Jun ki had just left him there. He checked his watch- he'd only been out for a couple of minutes, but it felt like days had passed- he certainly felt sore, that was for damn sure.
He heaved a sigh, feeling regretful simply because he hadn't told the Korean that he was the worst fuck he'd ever had. Narcissistic bastard- and now because of his fucking ego Jui's pretty face was all bruised up.
Shame, shame.
Not as big a shame as the fact that he couldn't walk down the hall without people staring at him, which they did- and he just gave them small, forlorn smiles and they kept their distance. They were sympathetic because the Ayukawa Jui they knew surely didn't deserve that.
To the third floor and into a makeup room he'd never been in- it was a mindless journey but it felt like hours, even once he was inside and managed to sit in the chair of someone he'd never even met.
Giru thought his first day of work was going to be extremely boring until he saw the highlight of his day. He hadn’t even noticed how tired the boy looked, just the bruises on his face that he knew just exactly how to hide. He gave a small comforting smile to the other and began opening his box of magic as he called it.
”Fall down a flight of stairs today?” he asked jokingly as he began working to mix a nice shade for the others skin.
"I'd be worse off than this if I had," Jui mumbled quietly. He'd care about what Giru thought once this feeling faded, once he could get his hands to stop trembling. "No, not that..."
A slight twitch.
"Jun ki Lee attacked me." A thin smile. Might as well start spreading the word if he wanted everyone in the building to think Jun ki was an unbridled psycho.
Eyebrows were raised as the make up artist stared at the trembling model. He knew some of the models names in the industry and he definitely knew that one. Jun ki Lee was a person that Giru wasn’t particularly fond of so the fact that he attacked a peer just added to his dislike. A small frown and he reached in his pocket to pull out a cigarette and lighter for the poor model.
”Looks like you could use a smoke.” He didn’t think it was his place to comment on the attacking so he might as well make the model comfortable. “Name’s Giru by the way. Giru Hatsukage.”
"Ayukawa Jui." If you didn't know. Jui took the cigarette, hand still shaking just a bit. Frustrating- if there was anything he hated it was lack of control over his limbs. "Don't they tell you not to smoke in here? 'Cause they sure tell me I can't smoke at all." Yeah, right.
A quick glance around the room, as if it mattered. If there was anyone who didn't care about fuck all it was the makeup artists. God, what a boring job.
“I don’t think anyone is going to care in here if you smoke,” he said with a reassuring smile. He took one for himself and brought it to his mouth. He didn’t like seeing someone smoke alone and it was the perfect excuse for him to smoke one. He lit the cigarette and took a nice long drag before he began applying his first layer of expert make up skills on the pretty model.
“It must be annoying keeping a perfect image for all of Japan. How do you handle it?” A rhetorical question but he didn’t mind hearing an answer from the other.
How did he handle it? Sometimes he wondered, those nights when he'd come home and collapse without even a word to Riku, doing all he could to push his real life to the back of his mind. It was a dirty business; they all had their ups and downs... but for the most part Jui adored what he did. It made him someone- not just a whore, but an important whore.
"I'm an actor 24/7." A slight shrug, face completely still except for his lips as he spoke. "Some people are cut out for it... but most aren't." Like Jun ki. How the fuck he had made it so far if he couldn't even handle a little fudging of someone's age was beyond Jui.
A small nod to the answer as he continued his work. Sounded like this Jui kid was just as fake as the rest of the models seemed or smarter than most. Maybe he would get the pleasure of working on the other’s face another time and learning more about him,
”I’m glad I stay behind the scenes. Being in the limelight like that isn’t my thing. Kudos to you though.” He reached for some of his other items on his table as he worked on the now disappearing bruise marks. Almost flawless.
Kudos to me, indeed. And Jui would have focused on the compliment were he not so impressed by his own face. More so than usual, because Giru was evidently good enough to make it look like no one had touched him at all.
Too bad he couldn't take the filth off of his life with simple foundation.
"And to you. I can see why they hired you." It was a shame it hadn't been sooner; oh, well. Jui had found a new friend, he decided. Whether Giru liked it or not.
A small genuine smile crossed the man’s face as he looked the other in the eyes before turning his attention to putting the final touches on his masterpiece of the day. He was glad to hear the compliment from the other since it seemed like the other make up artists weren’t too impressed with his first day.
“Thanks. Let’s hope they keep me around for a while.” He had a feeling they would but he couldn’t trust himself to get tired and want to go some where else with his make up skill. “Have a gained a new regular though?” He held up another mirror in front of Jui in case he wanted an even closer look at the work the artist had done.
"I think you have." On days he was allowed to direct himself, anyway. Jui often found he ended up with clumsy, boring makeup artists who weren't half as attractive as Giru. One thing was for certain; Jui hadn't seen hair that nice since, oh...
ever?
And he really wanted to touch it, just for a moment or two- but what an odd request that would be.
"Do you mind if I hang out here for a bit? I'm not too excited to go talk to everyone who just saw me get my ass kicked." A bitter laugh.
“Not at all,” he responded as he worked on cleaning up his station. “I enjoy company.” That and having someone around to talk to would make the rest of the day go by much quicker than just sitting around texting his buddies complaining about how bored he was.
Once he finished his clean up he leaned against his make up counter and looked over his work again. A small nod of approval before he was turning to the mirror and looking over his own quick make up job. He didn’t have time to do exactly what he wanted and he wasn’t very pleased with his own work.
“Do you like horror movies?” He figured the other didn’t want to talk about work and well Giru hadn’t exactly watched too many dramas and he barely read magazines to see his ads.
...Random. "I like all movies as long as they're not boring." And it was true- someone like Jui couldn't afford to be easily rattled by anything, much less grotesque films. "And gore doesn't bug me."
Actually, it was kind of funny- especially when it looked so fake.
Just because he looked like a pretty boy didn't mean he had the mentality 100%. Sure, he was shallow- but he was pretty strongly willed as well. To say the least.
“I love gore movies,” he smiled saying as he fiddled with his hair. He turned back to face the other feeling it was rude to not keep eye contact with the other, the make up artist did have manners now.
“Sometimes boring movies are the best kind of movies. Once some friends of mine got drunk and watched this really bad old movie I have and just created our own script for it. Great movie right there.” He chuckled a little at the thought of the remake of the video he and his friends created always wishing they had recorded it instead of just vaguely remembering it.
"Mmm..." Jui hardly had the patience for that kind of thing, drunk or not. And he didn't really get drunk all that much anyway; he got so violently ill that the few hours of fun were only worth it in social situations.
"I can't say I've ever done that before. You must be a creative bunch." Of course he was- he was an artist. So what the fuck was he doing applying boring makeup to a bunch of boring, brainless people? Surely there were bigger, better things for him?
Ah, well. Jui wouldn't ask about it- yet.
“I’d like to think so. We use to be in a band together. Pretty creatively odd lyrics some of them thought up.” A small smile spread across his face at the thought of one of his favorite songs his friend had written. It was times when he reminisced like that, that made him miss being in a band but his enjoyment of doing make up had taken over and the thought of regrouping was forgotten.
”I bet you’re pretty creative yourself Ayukawa.”
A musician, hm? That was hot. There was something so untouchable about musicians; it was frustrating, but Jui had always wanted to see if he could break it and get inside. Shame he wasn't really anymore.
"Creative? I'm just..."
plastic
"...a good actor, is all." Pretty much all the time- except for around Jun, around Riku... and for some reason, around this guy- possibly because it would have been creepy to stumble in covered in bruises and suddenly become falsely full of sun.
“Yeah? You get about anything you want huh?” He figured the other got anything he wanted just because he was a pretty face who brought in the big bucks for the agency. He knew he shouldn’t judge the other but there was something about the models here that got under his skin, hopefully Ayukawa wasn’t as bad as some.
There was a flash of irritation in Jui's eyes, barely repressed. He knew he couldn't have it all; the illusion he put on along with a lack of judgement, but as far as the people he didn't bother to act fake around...
...he didn't want them to judge him like that.
"Except for the respect of strangers, I suppose," he said dryly, opinion of Giru dropping as quickly as it had built up. Not that he could blame him, really... but he wasn't in the mood for someone to be a judgemental fuck.
Giru caught the look in Jui’s eyes and decided it was time to drop the subject and think of something else to talk about. His eyes wandered from the angry model to his phone on the table and flipped it open.
”Sorry,” he apologized. “I have a question though. Do you think I could get a picture of my work? I like to keep a portfolio.” He held up his phone and shook it in his hand a little. Camera phones had to have been the greatest invention ever. There was never a moment in the day where Giru wasn’t taking a picture of something or someone.
The fuck? Weird guy. Yet another person without the typical filter most people had; that was pretty audacious. He was running into a lot of them lately.
"...Yeah, sure. I'm a mindless doll who exists to get my picture taken, right? Go ahead. Maybe it'll be worth something in a few years." He focused on the camera with a somewhat dull expression. What was the point in trying?
Giru frowned a little as he lifted his camera phone and snapped the picture. Maybe he shouldn’t have company anymore if the company was turning sour. Didn’t want to loose his job thanks to a model that was having a bad mood.
“Thanks for the picture.” At least he should play nice and mind his manners. “I should have gotten a before picture so I could compare. Oh well…”
Jui laughed in slight surprise. "I don't think I want pictures of me covered in bruises floating around, thank you. I'd rather forget I ever looked like that."
As if he would.
Honestly, he wished he had a picture himself. More fuel to fuck Jun ki's life up. An extreme reaction, maybe- but so had been the other model's.
That was just the way it worked.
“Well make sure to put something on those bruises when you get home,” he responded. He smiled at the other, glad to get a laugh out of him. Maybe outside of work the other wasn’t as bad as he might have seemed if you aren’t on his bad side.
“Speaking of which, would you ever want to hang out outside of work?”
...Cool. "Yeah, sure. Give me your phone and I'll put my number in it."
And suddenly, he remembered he was supposed to text that Bou kid. Speaking of interesting people... Bou was a walking accident, perhaps an anomaly. Nothing about him went together; his voice, his face, his attitude. It was so awesomely mismatched.
"We can... watch some of those gory movies you like. Or whatever else you enjoy doing." As long as it wasn't eating.
The older man chuckled as he handed his phone over to the man. He did enjoy gory movies and there was so much more he enjoyed to do. They’d have to plan many get togethers to go through the many things he liked to do. Maybe one day he could find out what the other liked to do, aside from his day job.
“I’ll make sure to find my extra gory ones.”
"Mmm. Do that." Those were always funny. Possibly a tiny bit cringeworthy, but mostly ridiculous. Jui programmed his number in and handed the phone over.
"I guess I should be going home. My pet probably misses me." And, in all honesty, he missed Riku. The fact that he was getting attached to the semi-antagonistic blonde was... scary. Almost made him want to put an end to their status as roommates, but where the fuck would Riku go?
"Thanks for covering my imperfections."
“It’s what I do,” he said shrugging with a smile. He took his phone back and sat it on his table before standing to his feet. It was about time he should get ready to go too or at least look more productive until he could. Hopefully tomorrow would be busier.
”Take it easy Ayukawa. I’ll give you a call.”
"I'll be waiting for it." Jui brushed his hair out of his eyes and stood up, stretching his limbs, still feeling just a little off. He needed some water real bad... and an evening of lazing around watchind dumb TV shows with Riku. What the fuck was homework, anyway?
"See you around."
One final wave before he ducked out the door.
[[Jui's Modeling Agency]]
[[Jui goes to get his bruises covered]]
[[PG-13 for some swears]]
Jui woke up dizzy and thoroughly unamused with the fact that Jun ki had just left him there. He checked his watch- he'd only been out for a couple of minutes, but it felt like days had passed- he certainly felt sore, that was for damn sure.
He heaved a sigh, feeling regretful simply because he hadn't told the Korean that he was the worst fuck he'd ever had. Narcissistic bastard- and now because of his fucking ego Jui's pretty face was all bruised up.
Shame, shame.
Not as big a shame as the fact that he couldn't walk down the hall without people staring at him, which they did- and he just gave them small, forlorn smiles and they kept their distance. They were sympathetic because the Ayukawa Jui they knew surely didn't deserve that.
To the third floor and into a makeup room he'd never been in- it was a mindless journey but it felt like hours, even once he was inside and managed to sit in the chair of someone he'd never even met.
Giru thought his first day of work was going to be extremely boring until he saw the highlight of his day. He hadn’t even noticed how tired the boy looked, just the bruises on his face that he knew just exactly how to hide. He gave a small comforting smile to the other and began opening his box of magic as he called it.
”Fall down a flight of stairs today?” he asked jokingly as he began working to mix a nice shade for the others skin.
"I'd be worse off than this if I had," Jui mumbled quietly. He'd care about what Giru thought once this feeling faded, once he could get his hands to stop trembling. "No, not that..."
A slight twitch.
"Jun ki Lee attacked me." A thin smile. Might as well start spreading the word if he wanted everyone in the building to think Jun ki was an unbridled psycho.
Eyebrows were raised as the make up artist stared at the trembling model. He knew some of the models names in the industry and he definitely knew that one. Jun ki Lee was a person that Giru wasn’t particularly fond of so the fact that he attacked a peer just added to his dislike. A small frown and he reached in his pocket to pull out a cigarette and lighter for the poor model.
”Looks like you could use a smoke.” He didn’t think it was his place to comment on the attacking so he might as well make the model comfortable. “Name’s Giru by the way. Giru Hatsukage.”
"Ayukawa Jui." If you didn't know. Jui took the cigarette, hand still shaking just a bit. Frustrating- if there was anything he hated it was lack of control over his limbs. "Don't they tell you not to smoke in here? 'Cause they sure tell me I can't smoke at all." Yeah, right.
A quick glance around the room, as if it mattered. If there was anyone who didn't care about fuck all it was the makeup artists. God, what a boring job.
“I don’t think anyone is going to care in here if you smoke,” he said with a reassuring smile. He took one for himself and brought it to his mouth. He didn’t like seeing someone smoke alone and it was the perfect excuse for him to smoke one. He lit the cigarette and took a nice long drag before he began applying his first layer of expert make up skills on the pretty model.
“It must be annoying keeping a perfect image for all of Japan. How do you handle it?” A rhetorical question but he didn’t mind hearing an answer from the other.
How did he handle it? Sometimes he wondered, those nights when he'd come home and collapse without even a word to Riku, doing all he could to push his real life to the back of his mind. It was a dirty business; they all had their ups and downs... but for the most part Jui adored what he did. It made him someone- not just a whore, but an important whore.
"I'm an actor 24/7." A slight shrug, face completely still except for his lips as he spoke. "Some people are cut out for it... but most aren't." Like Jun ki. How the fuck he had made it so far if he couldn't even handle a little fudging of someone's age was beyond Jui.
A small nod to the answer as he continued his work. Sounded like this Jui kid was just as fake as the rest of the models seemed or smarter than most. Maybe he would get the pleasure of working on the other’s face another time and learning more about him,
”I’m glad I stay behind the scenes. Being in the limelight like that isn’t my thing. Kudos to you though.” He reached for some of his other items on his table as he worked on the now disappearing bruise marks. Almost flawless.
Kudos to me, indeed. And Jui would have focused on the compliment were he not so impressed by his own face. More so than usual, because Giru was evidently good enough to make it look like no one had touched him at all.
Too bad he couldn't take the filth off of his life with simple foundation.
"And to you. I can see why they hired you." It was a shame it hadn't been sooner; oh, well. Jui had found a new friend, he decided. Whether Giru liked it or not.
A small genuine smile crossed the man’s face as he looked the other in the eyes before turning his attention to putting the final touches on his masterpiece of the day. He was glad to hear the compliment from the other since it seemed like the other make up artists weren’t too impressed with his first day.
“Thanks. Let’s hope they keep me around for a while.” He had a feeling they would but he couldn’t trust himself to get tired and want to go some where else with his make up skill. “Have a gained a new regular though?” He held up another mirror in front of Jui in case he wanted an even closer look at the work the artist had done.
"I think you have." On days he was allowed to direct himself, anyway. Jui often found he ended up with clumsy, boring makeup artists who weren't half as attractive as Giru. One thing was for certain; Jui hadn't seen hair that nice since, oh...
ever?
And he really wanted to touch it, just for a moment or two- but what an odd request that would be.
"Do you mind if I hang out here for a bit? I'm not too excited to go talk to everyone who just saw me get my ass kicked." A bitter laugh.
“Not at all,” he responded as he worked on cleaning up his station. “I enjoy company.” That and having someone around to talk to would make the rest of the day go by much quicker than just sitting around texting his buddies complaining about how bored he was.
Once he finished his clean up he leaned against his make up counter and looked over his work again. A small nod of approval before he was turning to the mirror and looking over his own quick make up job. He didn’t have time to do exactly what he wanted and he wasn’t very pleased with his own work.
“Do you like horror movies?” He figured the other didn’t want to talk about work and well Giru hadn’t exactly watched too many dramas and he barely read magazines to see his ads.
...Random. "I like all movies as long as they're not boring." And it was true- someone like Jui couldn't afford to be easily rattled by anything, much less grotesque films. "And gore doesn't bug me."
Actually, it was kind of funny- especially when it looked so fake.
Just because he looked like a pretty boy didn't mean he had the mentality 100%. Sure, he was shallow- but he was pretty strongly willed as well. To say the least.
“I love gore movies,” he smiled saying as he fiddled with his hair. He turned back to face the other feeling it was rude to not keep eye contact with the other, the make up artist did have manners now.
“Sometimes boring movies are the best kind of movies. Once some friends of mine got drunk and watched this really bad old movie I have and just created our own script for it. Great movie right there.” He chuckled a little at the thought of the remake of the video he and his friends created always wishing they had recorded it instead of just vaguely remembering it.
"Mmm..." Jui hardly had the patience for that kind of thing, drunk or not. And he didn't really get drunk all that much anyway; he got so violently ill that the few hours of fun were only worth it in social situations.
"I can't say I've ever done that before. You must be a creative bunch." Of course he was- he was an artist. So what the fuck was he doing applying boring makeup to a bunch of boring, brainless people? Surely there were bigger, better things for him?
Ah, well. Jui wouldn't ask about it- yet.
“I’d like to think so. We use to be in a band together. Pretty creatively odd lyrics some of them thought up.” A small smile spread across his face at the thought of one of his favorite songs his friend had written. It was times when he reminisced like that, that made him miss being in a band but his enjoyment of doing make up had taken over and the thought of regrouping was forgotten.
”I bet you’re pretty creative yourself Ayukawa.”
A musician, hm? That was hot. There was something so untouchable about musicians; it was frustrating, but Jui had always wanted to see if he could break it and get inside. Shame he wasn't really anymore.
"Creative? I'm just..."
plastic
"...a good actor, is all." Pretty much all the time- except for around Jun, around Riku... and for some reason, around this guy- possibly because it would have been creepy to stumble in covered in bruises and suddenly become falsely full of sun.
“Yeah? You get about anything you want huh?” He figured the other got anything he wanted just because he was a pretty face who brought in the big bucks for the agency. He knew he shouldn’t judge the other but there was something about the models here that got under his skin, hopefully Ayukawa wasn’t as bad as some.
There was a flash of irritation in Jui's eyes, barely repressed. He knew he couldn't have it all; the illusion he put on along with a lack of judgement, but as far as the people he didn't bother to act fake around...
...he didn't want them to judge him like that.
"Except for the respect of strangers, I suppose," he said dryly, opinion of Giru dropping as quickly as it had built up. Not that he could blame him, really... but he wasn't in the mood for someone to be a judgemental fuck.
Giru caught the look in Jui’s eyes and decided it was time to drop the subject and think of something else to talk about. His eyes wandered from the angry model to his phone on the table and flipped it open.
”Sorry,” he apologized. “I have a question though. Do you think I could get a picture of my work? I like to keep a portfolio.” He held up his phone and shook it in his hand a little. Camera phones had to have been the greatest invention ever. There was never a moment in the day where Giru wasn’t taking a picture of something or someone.
The fuck? Weird guy. Yet another person without the typical filter most people had; that was pretty audacious. He was running into a lot of them lately.
"...Yeah, sure. I'm a mindless doll who exists to get my picture taken, right? Go ahead. Maybe it'll be worth something in a few years." He focused on the camera with a somewhat dull expression. What was the point in trying?
Giru frowned a little as he lifted his camera phone and snapped the picture. Maybe he shouldn’t have company anymore if the company was turning sour. Didn’t want to loose his job thanks to a model that was having a bad mood.
“Thanks for the picture.” At least he should play nice and mind his manners. “I should have gotten a before picture so I could compare. Oh well…”
Jui laughed in slight surprise. "I don't think I want pictures of me covered in bruises floating around, thank you. I'd rather forget I ever looked like that."
As if he would.
Honestly, he wished he had a picture himself. More fuel to fuck Jun ki's life up. An extreme reaction, maybe- but so had been the other model's.
That was just the way it worked.
“Well make sure to put something on those bruises when you get home,” he responded. He smiled at the other, glad to get a laugh out of him. Maybe outside of work the other wasn’t as bad as he might have seemed if you aren’t on his bad side.
“Speaking of which, would you ever want to hang out outside of work?”
...Cool. "Yeah, sure. Give me your phone and I'll put my number in it."
And suddenly, he remembered he was supposed to text that Bou kid. Speaking of interesting people... Bou was a walking accident, perhaps an anomaly. Nothing about him went together; his voice, his face, his attitude. It was so awesomely mismatched.
"We can... watch some of those gory movies you like. Or whatever else you enjoy doing." As long as it wasn't eating.
The older man chuckled as he handed his phone over to the man. He did enjoy gory movies and there was so much more he enjoyed to do. They’d have to plan many get togethers to go through the many things he liked to do. Maybe one day he could find out what the other liked to do, aside from his day job.
“I’ll make sure to find my extra gory ones.”
"Mmm. Do that." Those were always funny. Possibly a tiny bit cringeworthy, but mostly ridiculous. Jui programmed his number in and handed the phone over.
"I guess I should be going home. My pet probably misses me." And, in all honesty, he missed Riku. The fact that he was getting attached to the semi-antagonistic blonde was... scary. Almost made him want to put an end to their status as roommates, but where the fuck would Riku go?
"Thanks for covering my imperfections."
“It’s what I do,” he said shrugging with a smile. He took his phone back and sat it on his table before standing to his feet. It was about time he should get ready to go too or at least look more productive until he could. Hopefully tomorrow would be busier.
”Take it easy Ayukawa. I’ll give you a call.”
"I'll be waiting for it." Jui brushed his hair out of his eyes and stood up, stretching his limbs, still feeling just a little off. He needed some water real bad... and an evening of lazing around watchind dumb TV shows with Riku. What the fuck was homework, anyway?
"See you around."
One final wave before he ducked out the door.