Pose For Me | K.TH

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AILA

The room of the studio he leads me to is small.

It's almost like the place where I'd took the audition, with a single chair set for him in the end and an open space for me. One side of the room is completely made of glass, streaming in evening sunlight onto the wooden floor.

The ambience is beautiful.

His voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Regardez, Miss Aila. Being a model is not as difficult as you think it is." He says, pointing at the end of the room to where he's sitting. "You dress, and you walk. But because it is that simple, it's harder to stand out."

He motions to a white door to the right of the room.

"There will be clothes in there for you. All of them are my design."

"Choose one that attracts you the most. J'attendrai, Miss Aila."

That strange language again. I'd hear snippets of the elegant sound when I heard him speak— and it almost seemed like he didn't notice himself talking that way when he did. Like it was second nature.

"Uh, okay."

Excited just a little bit, I make my way into the room. It's a changing room, with a rack of clothes set to the side.

He'd told me to choose from one of these.

As I shift through the hangars, my fingertips catch on the sleeve of a pretty outfit. It's simpler than the other ones— a dark, long-sleeved top, with a scarf and jeans. There's even a pair of boots on the bottom.

It just felt closest to the things I always wore.

Tugging it on as best I can, I look around awkwardly before carefully peeking out the doorway. It didn't feel too tight or loose, but I had no way of knowing with no mirror in the room.

He clicks his tongue in amusement when he meets my eyes.

"Come out. I'm curious to see what you've chosen."

So I shuffle out.

And for the second that he scans me for, it feels like my shyness has shot up twice its usual.

He seems pleased.

But I can't really tell, because I'm so busy trying to keep my own face from blushing.

I'd never get used to being at the center of attention.

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TAEHYUNG

How beautiful she looks.

Her face is rosy, and I can only imagine that's her embarrassment. Her shoulders are slightly forward, but my eyes soon trace how my design fits her figure.

This style is for her. But it's not completely hers, and I tilt my head thoughtfully. Was it the lack of confidence? Or her expression?