YOU ARE MY HOPE

PART 5 - INSPIRED BY HIS VIVID DREAM

Hobi took a moment to collect his thoughts in the quiet of the dressing room. The soft hum of the lights overhead and the distant sounds of crew members bustling, allowing him a brief respite from the whirlwind of activity outside.

"I nearly let it slip..." he murmured to himself, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him like a heavy blanket.

The moment that he caught a glimpse of YN on set, wearing his designated dress, an unexpected wave of feelings washed over him, crashing against the shores of his carefully constructed composure.

She looked absolutely stunning in the outfit, a vision that surpassed even his wildest dreams.

Wildest dreams?

His latest collection is inspired by his vivid dream in which YN appeared as his bride, wearing the most stunning white dress he had ever seen. The dress flowed like liquid silk, adorned with delicate lace and intricate beadwork that shimmered under the soft glow of light.

Enchanted by the vision, he carefully sketched the gown, pouring his heart into every line and curve, with the image of YN in it forever imprinted in his memory. Everything about her igniting a creative fire within him.

Today, that dream felt almost real.

As he entered the photoshoot set, he found it hard to suppress his desire to look at YN after he lay his eyes on her.

The fabric hugged her figure in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty while the colors seemed to dance in harmony with her radiant smile. The sight of her radiance left him momentarily speechless, stirring something deep within him that he couldn't quite comprehend. It was as if the world around him faded into a blur, and all that remained was the captivating image of her standing there, effortlessly commanding attention.

His heart ached to close the gap between them, to bridge the distance that felt both exhilarating and torturous.

Taking advantage of the moment under the guise of making some adjustments on the dress, he moved closer to her, his pulse quickening with each step. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and he could feel the warmth radiating from her. Just as he reached her side, he leaned in to adjust the delicate fabric of her dress, only to unexpectedly catch her in his arms.

Time seemed to stand still in that instant, the world around them fading into a blur. A warm smile spread across Hobi's face as he recalled that charming mishap, a moment that felt like a serendipitous twist of fate.

Hobi ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume him. He had to focus; they had a performance to prepare for, and he couldn't afford to let his feelings interfere.

"Hold on a second... She isn't the model I chose last time. Where's Tiara? And what on earth is YN doing here?" He muttered to himself, confusion swirling in his mind.

In the past few weeks, Jimin had presented him with two profiles for the role of the 'bride.' The candidates were Tiara and YN. Hobi found himself leaning towards YN, driven by a strong desire to see her again and to make amends for his behavior during the unfortunate coffee spill incident.

The memory of that day still lingered in his mind, a vivid reminder of how he had unintentionally embarrassed her. He had replayed the moment countless times, wishing he could turn back the clock and handle it differently.

Besides of the incident, he had always admired her talent, her dedication, and the way she brought life to every scene, but ...

The thought of YN being paired with another model as her groom filled him with an unsettling anxiety, leading him to ultimately decide against choosing her. The idea of watching her share intimate moments with someone else, even if it was just for a photoshoot, gnawed at him, making his heart ache with a mix of jealousy and anger.

As if the universe had conspired to bring them together, Jimin challenged him to model for his own collection, and to his surprise, YN was on set, embodying the role of the bride.

By seeing her again, a realization hit him that he was actually have falling for her. The mere thought of this serendipitous twist made Hobi unable to suppress a smile, his heart swelling with a mix of hope and excitement.

Hobi's smile quickly vanished as a knock echoed through the dressing room.

"Mr. Hobi, do you require any assistance?" Seo-Yeon appeared in the doorway, her voice bright and professional, ready to offer her services for a quick touch-up on his makeup. She held a palette of colors in one hand and a brush in the other, her eyes sparkling with the eagerness to help.

But Hobi simply shook his head, his expression turning serious, the warmth in his demeanor replaced by a cold intensity.

"Where is Tiara?" he asked, fixing a penetrating gaze on Seo-Yeon, his dark eyes searching hers for answers.

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken tension.

Seo-Yeon felt a lump form in her throat as she swallowed nervously, her heart racing. She had seen the way Hobi's mood could shift in an instant, and she knew that this was not a moment to take lightly.

"Tiara encountered an unexpected emergency, and YN have to step in and assist her."Seo-Yeon, responded slowly, her mind struggling to process the unfolding chaos. She could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on her, and as Hobi approached her, the reality of the moment settled heavily in her chest.

Beads of cold sweat began to form on her forehead, a physical manifestation of her rising anxiety.

Leaning in close, Hobi whispered into Seo-Yeon's ear, his voice low yet resolute.

"I need your team to provide a clear explanation regarding this issue. You know I won't accept 'emergency' as a valid excuse, right?"

His words, though softly spoken, carried a weight that resonated deeply with Seo-Yeon, igniting a flicker of determination within her.

Quickly, Seo-Yeon nodded in agreement. She understood the stakes, Hobi's expectations were high, and he demanded clarity and accountability, especially in moments of crisis.

Hobi adjusted his suit, a gesture that signaled his determination and readiness to take charge. It was a small but significant action, one that reminded Seo-Yeon of his unwavering commitment to excellence.

"Let's proceed with the shoot. I don't want to waste any more time on this set," he declared with unwavering authority, his voice steady and commanding.