fixer Upper
[Shun Morikawa. Jui Ayukawa]
[Morikawa Agencies]
[PG]
[fixer]
Jui knew he was in trouble and was genuinely frightened by the prospect. The incident with Jun ki had certainly put a small hole in his career track. Not too big- it was just a small obstacle, a little bit of bad publicity. But even so, there was a picture of him pantsing the guy out there.
Not exactly respectable.
So when Shun had called him to his office, he was even more nervous than he usually was. He didn't have work that day but he'd skipped school anyway and spent over an hour covering the fading bruises on his face and making himself look nice.
For once, he didn't want to go in there. Shun wouldn't fire him, certainly; but he was too tired and hungry to deal with being reprimanded that day.
Even so, he was exactly on time as he always was, trying to smile as Shun's secretary led him to his office.
Shun looked up from the blog printouts and tabloid clippings that he had strewn all over his death. A tired hand went through is hair and he sighed looking up at his little prize winner, a nice headache already forming.
“Hello, Jui, how are you?” Shun began, starting off in their normal routine of any of their meetings. It was better to approach the topic as if it was normal instead of how nervewracking it actually was. Shun was already becoming famous for how he kept his cool in front of everyone.
It was his personality.
If it wasn’t, he wouldn’t be keeping his cool at Jui right now, he would probably be screaming at him for being a complete idiot.
It's not my fault. That was the first thing Jui wanted to say, because in his mind, it wasn't. How the fuck was he responsible for Jun ki being an overdramatic prick? Sure, he could have apologized, but...
That wasn't him.
"Hi there." He felt empty and jittery, having had drunk practically an entire two litre bottle of Diet Coke that morning. Hopefully it wouldn't show. "You wanted to see me?"
Shun’s eyes trailed Jui’s image. He had never seen the boy as nervous as this before, it was almost as if he was no longer full of life. The agent sighed, there was going to be a reprimand of course but hopefully nothing as severe as the boy probably thought.
“Yes, would you care to explain to me exactly what happened between you and Jun Ki, Jui?” Shun’s left eyebrow raised as he stared up at Jui, his eyes distinctly telling the model that he would be able to detect even the smallest of lies.
The dark haired man did not like getting lied to, for all that he did for his models, he made it his business to know everything about them.
Jui had thought for hours about how he would explain this. The truth was... fucking trashy, but really, would Shun be surprised? Whatever the case, it was probably best not to lie. Shun liked that he didn't try to be something else around him and now definitely was not the time to start pulling his transparent bullshit.
"I... told him a lie, he got mad, I didn't care... so he punched me and knocked me over... and I can't fight with people so I just pulled his pants down." Jui bit his lip, trying not to laugh purely because it was so ridiculous. "And he hit me again, so I pulled him away to get away from everyone. That's all. He started the whole thing, so he should be the one who..."
Loses everything.
“Jui what did you tell him?” Shun’s eyes narrowed, Jui was definitely trying to push all the blame onto the other model, but it took two to tango and Shun didn’t mean the horizontal one. The actual fight though seemed like it would be easy to clear up as misunderstanding, jealousy and stress causing a fight and he would probably “ground” Jui to show the world that he needed a break, to get a sympathy card.
The agent would, though, have to make a press conference to release this information however.
That part would be easy for the most part, even if it was terribly annoying.
Shun did NOT want this happening again, however.
"...Just about my age. I told him I was older than I am." And Jui didn't care to say anymore than that, because he was getting self conscious- almost enough to blush.
why?
Shun would probably figure it out anyway; he seemed to be able to see through everything Jui said or did. It got a little annoying, because Jui liked his secrets. But as long as a select few remained untouch it really didn't matter all that much.
Shun’s eyes narrowed a bit, obviously Jui was avoiding the truth here and it was really getting on the tall man’s nerves. He would have to do this the hard way, he guessed, and make an educated guess knowing Jui’s personality and the little information that he was given.
Why would it matter if Jui lied about his age?
…..
…….
Of course. “Oh Jui, why did you get yourself into this mess? You should really know better. If you even had the inkling that Jun Ki may have reacted badly to such a lie, which you should never let get out if you’re going to lie about it, than you should have avoided him. You may want to take care of things yourself, but your celebrity status leaves you unable to do this now. It’s the price you pay.” His eyes were level with Jui, his voice was not angry, just firm.
Shun may not know all of the details, but there had to be at least something in that lecture that would apply to Jui.
But that wasn't it. Jui hadn't even considered that Jun ki might flip his lid and attack him like that. He figured he'd just... avoid him. And he'd been fine with that.
"I..."
Just shut up and agree.
"Okay, you're right. I'll be more careful." He was getting a headache. For once, he would have much rather been sitting at home, waiting until it was time to eat enough to fully hate himself, rather than being in the room with Shun.
Shun’s eyes softened. “Men are usually sensitive about the age thing, but if you had told me everything I probably would have been able to give you a better lecture.” Jui didn’t look good, and Shun was starting to wonder if it wasn’t just nervousness over this whole situation.
“Don’t worry though, I’m going to get it all figured out, you’ll just need to stay off your feet for a while. I’m attributing a lot of it to stress, and since you probably are stressed than a paid vacation will be nice, won’t it? I would say don’t attack back, but I think your fangirls would get disappointed then.” He chuckled a bit and broke out a small smile for the troubled looking model.
"Yeah, I have to graduate and stuff." With quite possibly the worst grades someone could have and still graduate. He had to wonder how the fuck he was making it out at all- possibly because his teachers were so forgiving with him, as most everyone else was.
A break.
.He didn't want one, but he was feeling a little too good to argue.
"How long?" A month, six months? God, hopefully not that long. "And what's gonna happen to him?" Hopefully something much, much worse.
Shun smiled at Jui. “Not too long, probably two weeks at the most, it will postpone the next episode of your series, but since you’re the one carrying it and it’s almost done so they can’t try and rewrite it on us, they can’t really do anything. Your fangirls will probably all be blaming Jun Ki…. And as for his punishment? He’s not my model so I don’t have control over him, it depends on his agent, but when he agrees to my explanation it’ll probably be a little worse than yours.”
The agent may be egotistical for believing that the other agent would agree immediately, but his ability to persuade was already starting to become renown throughout the business.
“Everything is going to work out, don’t worry.” He didn’t know why he was comforting Jui, it wasn’t usual for him to show any real affection towards his models… oh well, it wasn’t worth thinking over really.
When he agrees? Shun was just as arrogant as Jun ki, possibly even more so... but as far as Jui was concerned Shun had a right to be. Jun ki was nothing more than a pretty face. And that was fine, but his lack of substance as far as everything else went gave him no right to go around punching people.
Then again, some people might think there was nothing to Jui either.
If only they knew.
"I want him to fucking burn." Said- or hissed, rather- without thinking. Jui frowned, then paled slightly. "...I mean... I hope he gets what's coming to him... and stuff."
...And this was why he really couldn't see Shun when he was starving.
Shun’s eyebrow raised again at Jui’s comment. His eyes went over Jui again. Was he shaking? “Now onto another subject, you’re not looking too good right now, do you want me to drive you home?”
Worries about this model were starting to pop into the agent’s mind, but he pushed them aside. If Jui needed help he would give it, but if he said no, he would leave the pretty boy to his own devices.
It wasn’t his place to interfere, not until Jui was obviously sick and pushing himself. Shun wasn’t so sure that Jui’s pale look was anything too serious.
Reason number two- when he felt this shitty he had trouble hiding it. Jui smiled up at his boss, a sort of dry smirk.
"I'm just tired, that's all. It's up to you."
How often could he use that excuse before people stopped believing? Hopefully much, much longer. The last thing he needed was a fucking intervention.
Shun stared at Jui, and then decided to let it go this one time. “I’m driving you home, come on.” The agent got up and grabbed his car keys from his desk. He passed Jui and opened the door, smiling at his secretary. “I’m going out for a bit, I’ll be back later, please call up Yoshida and inform him that I’ll be slightly late, but I’ll make it up to him.
He looked behind him at the pale boy. “Come on.”
He’d figure everything else out when he got back.
[Morikawa Agencies]
[PG]
[fixer]
Jui knew he was in trouble and was genuinely frightened by the prospect. The incident with Jun ki had certainly put a small hole in his career track. Not too big- it was just a small obstacle, a little bit of bad publicity. But even so, there was a picture of him pantsing the guy out there.
Not exactly respectable.
So when Shun had called him to his office, he was even more nervous than he usually was. He didn't have work that day but he'd skipped school anyway and spent over an hour covering the fading bruises on his face and making himself look nice.
For once, he didn't want to go in there. Shun wouldn't fire him, certainly; but he was too tired and hungry to deal with being reprimanded that day.
Even so, he was exactly on time as he always was, trying to smile as Shun's secretary led him to his office.
Shun looked up from the blog printouts and tabloid clippings that he had strewn all over his death. A tired hand went through is hair and he sighed looking up at his little prize winner, a nice headache already forming.
“Hello, Jui, how are you?” Shun began, starting off in their normal routine of any of their meetings. It was better to approach the topic as if it was normal instead of how nervewracking it actually was. Shun was already becoming famous for how he kept his cool in front of everyone.
It was his personality.
If it wasn’t, he wouldn’t be keeping his cool at Jui right now, he would probably be screaming at him for being a complete idiot.
It's not my fault. That was the first thing Jui wanted to say, because in his mind, it wasn't. How the fuck was he responsible for Jun ki being an overdramatic prick? Sure, he could have apologized, but...
That wasn't him.
"Hi there." He felt empty and jittery, having had drunk practically an entire two litre bottle of Diet Coke that morning. Hopefully it wouldn't show. "You wanted to see me?"
Shun’s eyes trailed Jui’s image. He had never seen the boy as nervous as this before, it was almost as if he was no longer full of life. The agent sighed, there was going to be a reprimand of course but hopefully nothing as severe as the boy probably thought.
“Yes, would you care to explain to me exactly what happened between you and Jun Ki, Jui?” Shun’s left eyebrow raised as he stared up at Jui, his eyes distinctly telling the model that he would be able to detect even the smallest of lies.
The dark haired man did not like getting lied to, for all that he did for his models, he made it his business to know everything about them.
Jui had thought for hours about how he would explain this. The truth was... fucking trashy, but really, would Shun be surprised? Whatever the case, it was probably best not to lie. Shun liked that he didn't try to be something else around him and now definitely was not the time to start pulling his transparent bullshit.
"I... told him a lie, he got mad, I didn't care... so he punched me and knocked me over... and I can't fight with people so I just pulled his pants down." Jui bit his lip, trying not to laugh purely because it was so ridiculous. "And he hit me again, so I pulled him away to get away from everyone. That's all. He started the whole thing, so he should be the one who..."
Loses everything.
“Jui what did you tell him?” Shun’s eyes narrowed, Jui was definitely trying to push all the blame onto the other model, but it took two to tango and Shun didn’t mean the horizontal one. The actual fight though seemed like it would be easy to clear up as misunderstanding, jealousy and stress causing a fight and he would probably “ground” Jui to show the world that he needed a break, to get a sympathy card.
The agent would, though, have to make a press conference to release this information however.
That part would be easy for the most part, even if it was terribly annoying.
Shun did NOT want this happening again, however.
"...Just about my age. I told him I was older than I am." And Jui didn't care to say anymore than that, because he was getting self conscious- almost enough to blush.
why?
Shun would probably figure it out anyway; he seemed to be able to see through everything Jui said or did. It got a little annoying, because Jui liked his secrets. But as long as a select few remained untouch it really didn't matter all that much.
Shun’s eyes narrowed a bit, obviously Jui was avoiding the truth here and it was really getting on the tall man’s nerves. He would have to do this the hard way, he guessed, and make an educated guess knowing Jui’s personality and the little information that he was given.
Why would it matter if Jui lied about his age?
…..
…….
Of course. “Oh Jui, why did you get yourself into this mess? You should really know better. If you even had the inkling that Jun Ki may have reacted badly to such a lie, which you should never let get out if you’re going to lie about it, than you should have avoided him. You may want to take care of things yourself, but your celebrity status leaves you unable to do this now. It’s the price you pay.” His eyes were level with Jui, his voice was not angry, just firm.
Shun may not know all of the details, but there had to be at least something in that lecture that would apply to Jui.
But that wasn't it. Jui hadn't even considered that Jun ki might flip his lid and attack him like that. He figured he'd just... avoid him. And he'd been fine with that.
"I..."
Just shut up and agree.
"Okay, you're right. I'll be more careful." He was getting a headache. For once, he would have much rather been sitting at home, waiting until it was time to eat enough to fully hate himself, rather than being in the room with Shun.
Shun’s eyes softened. “Men are usually sensitive about the age thing, but if you had told me everything I probably would have been able to give you a better lecture.” Jui didn’t look good, and Shun was starting to wonder if it wasn’t just nervousness over this whole situation.
“Don’t worry though, I’m going to get it all figured out, you’ll just need to stay off your feet for a while. I’m attributing a lot of it to stress, and since you probably are stressed than a paid vacation will be nice, won’t it? I would say don’t attack back, but I think your fangirls would get disappointed then.” He chuckled a bit and broke out a small smile for the troubled looking model.
"Yeah, I have to graduate and stuff." With quite possibly the worst grades someone could have and still graduate. He had to wonder how the fuck he was making it out at all- possibly because his teachers were so forgiving with him, as most everyone else was.
A break.
.He didn't want one, but he was feeling a little too good to argue.
"How long?" A month, six months? God, hopefully not that long. "And what's gonna happen to him?" Hopefully something much, much worse.
Shun smiled at Jui. “Not too long, probably two weeks at the most, it will postpone the next episode of your series, but since you’re the one carrying it and it’s almost done so they can’t try and rewrite it on us, they can’t really do anything. Your fangirls will probably all be blaming Jun Ki…. And as for his punishment? He’s not my model so I don’t have control over him, it depends on his agent, but when he agrees to my explanation it’ll probably be a little worse than yours.”
The agent may be egotistical for believing that the other agent would agree immediately, but his ability to persuade was already starting to become renown throughout the business.
“Everything is going to work out, don’t worry.” He didn’t know why he was comforting Jui, it wasn’t usual for him to show any real affection towards his models… oh well, it wasn’t worth thinking over really.
When he agrees? Shun was just as arrogant as Jun ki, possibly even more so... but as far as Jui was concerned Shun had a right to be. Jun ki was nothing more than a pretty face. And that was fine, but his lack of substance as far as everything else went gave him no right to go around punching people.
Then again, some people might think there was nothing to Jui either.
If only they knew.
"I want him to fucking burn." Said- or hissed, rather- without thinking. Jui frowned, then paled slightly. "...I mean... I hope he gets what's coming to him... and stuff."
...And this was why he really couldn't see Shun when he was starving.
Shun’s eyebrow raised again at Jui’s comment. His eyes went over Jui again. Was he shaking? “Now onto another subject, you’re not looking too good right now, do you want me to drive you home?”
Worries about this model were starting to pop into the agent’s mind, but he pushed them aside. If Jui needed help he would give it, but if he said no, he would leave the pretty boy to his own devices.
It wasn’t his place to interfere, not until Jui was obviously sick and pushing himself. Shun wasn’t so sure that Jui’s pale look was anything too serious.
Reason number two- when he felt this shitty he had trouble hiding it. Jui smiled up at his boss, a sort of dry smirk.
"I'm just tired, that's all. It's up to you."
How often could he use that excuse before people stopped believing? Hopefully much, much longer. The last thing he needed was a fucking intervention.
Shun stared at Jui, and then decided to let it go this one time. “I’m driving you home, come on.” The agent got up and grabbed his car keys from his desk. He passed Jui and opened the door, smiling at his secretary. “I’m going out for a bit, I’ll be back later, please call up Yoshida and inform him that I’ll be slightly late, but I’ll make it up to him.
He looked behind him at the pale boy. “Come on.”
He’d figure everything else out when he got back.