YOU ARE MY HOPE

PART 6 - PICTURE ME AS THE MAN YOU CHERISH

 "Today's photoshoot is to showcase the magic and essence of a wedding, not some robotic display. We need to bring in that enchanting romantic atmosphere so the dress will stand loud! YN, you have done this theme so many times with so much grace and art; why do you sound so tense and rigid today? It is as if the spark is missing!"

The lead cameraman seemed to get frustrated and his voice had a note of exasperation as he examined the unimaginative portrayal of the so-called 'bride' and 'groom'.

YN nodded slowly, her gaze distant, unfocused, clearly fighting for a rhythm with Hobi, who stood beside her, embody the role of her 'groom.'

She felt the chemistry that usually flowed so effortlessly with her and her partner wasn't happening with Hobi, that she felt stifled and the air was thick with tension, things unspoken.

"Maybe she needs some time to recover. We should stop for ten minutes and then go again," Hobi said, breaking the intimidating silence on the photo shoot set.

Without waiting the others feedback, Hobi just took YN's hand and led the way, leaving her no other choice but to just follow his lead. He walked into the dressing room with purpose, some determined glint in his eye.

Once inside, he gestured for YN to sit down on the couch, as he turned to lock the door, a wave of apprehension washed over her. The small space echoed with the click of the lock, and wide-eyed in disbelief, YN realized that she was locked in the same room as him.

"What do you plan on doing?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity as he locked the door.

Hobi turned to face her, his face cold.

YN shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her heart racing.

"Locking the door... it feels a bit intense, don't you think?" she said, trying not to show any quiver in her voice.

Hobi's eyes did not budge, and his whole body was wrapped in calmness, something like an armor of protection.

"I can assure you that I am in control of myself. You have nothing to be afraid of from me." Hobi voice calm.

"Where is Tiara?" he asked, his back against the locked door, his eyes fixed on YN.

"I don't know," YN said, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked down at the ground to avoid the contact with his sharpening gaze.

"Who gave you permission to take her place and stand in my lineup?" His voice remained commanding, but a small smile drew on his lips as he watched her reaction.

YN still didn't dare look into his eyes. Her last-minute decision to stand in for Tiara was no reason, she was left with no other choice.

"Should I repeat it?" Hobi insisted, his voice unyielding. An invitation was implicit in his tone of voice for her to step forward and explain, but the words clung to her throat.

YN head shook, silent admission of defeat. The flush of embarrassment coursed up her cheek.

"Tiara had some urgency, she ask my help to replace her. I thought maybe I'd be able to help," she finally stammered, voice trembling.

In that instant, Hobi's expression shifted, the amusement fading as he regarded her with a newfound seriousness.

"Helping is one thing, but stepping into someone else's role without proper communication is just careless," he said. His voice gentled, just a fraction.

He was shocked to see her on the set wearing his design, instead of Tiara. And no one from her team or his , inform him about the changes.

Hobi honestly doesn't feel anything about the changes of model, he rather relieved that YN stepped in as his dress model. Its mean a chance for him to be close to her and it brings him quiet joy, an opportunity he never expected.