𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐲 | park jay

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[Get you] - [Daniel caesar (ft kali uchis)]

"Perfect, absolutely... perfect." The camera's flash illuminated the almost dark room, casting a light hue over Jay's motionless figure.

Twenty minutes into his shoot, and every chance he got, he flicked his eyes over to Sora, who was already staring at him.

The photographer would slightly yell at him if he moved his head, so Jay opted to glance at her briefly. He didn't want to draw too much suspicion.

The people he worked with weren't completely clueless, and he was sure it wouldn't take long for them to realize that the woman was not just a nobody. He only hoped that these people wouldn't spread any rumors.

"these are absolutely amazing! you are a true beauty, park jjeongsong." norwell, the photographer, said as he flipped through the pictures on his camera and looked up at jay with a wide smile.

said male cleared his throat, slightly frightened, while taking his time to get up from the sheets and stand to his feet. "thanks."

"but i dont know your chest needs to glow more we'll butter it with glitter"

Uncomfortable with the proposed idea, Jay grumbled to himself, "Why don't you just edit it?" However, before he could voice his discontent further, the makeup artist rushed to his side, initiating physical adjustments that left him extremely uncomfortable.

Frustration and resentment welled up within him as he realized his opinions held little weight in this situation.

Enraged and uneasy, Jay grappled with the discomfort of having his boundaries disregarded in the name of external expectations.

Sora, of course, noticed his discomfort and instead of writing down on her notepad, she went to his side, gently pushing the stylist's hand from his chest.

"Can't you see that he is uncomfortable with your behavior?" she remarked.

The stylist, extremely offended, replied rudely, dabbing her chest with her finger. "Who are you to tell me how to do my job?"

Jay sensed the tension, and even though he was grateful for Sora's action, he guided her body behind his back. "It's okay; I can manage."

Undeterred by Jay's discomfort, the makeup artist seemed more than willing to face a challenge. "Why don't you do my job instead, you nosy nobody?" she retorted, her tone confrontational.

Sora met the defiant gaze of the makeup artist, a silent challenge in her eyes. Ignoring the insult, she seized the palette, casting a mocking smile.

She locked eyes with Jay, seeking his consent. His eager nod suggested an unspoken desire.

As Sora delicately applied glitter to Jay's chest, the atmosphere crackled with an electric charge. Each stroke felt like an intimate caress, the glitter becoming a conduit for unspoken desires. The room, once merely a studio, transformed into a space pulsating with palpable tension.

Their eyes held a secret language, translating the shimmering particles into a silent promise. The touch of glitter on Jay's chest wasn't just cosmetic; it was an exploration, a revelation of something unspoken but profoundly felt.

A charged energy hung in the air, wrapping them in a cocoon of undeniable connection that transcended the boundaries of the photoshoot, leaving an indelible mark on both their minds and the captured moments.

The photoshoot wrapped up, and it was time for the interview. Initially, everything proceeded smoothly. Sora admired Jay's professionalism, witnessing his genuine passion for his job and his appreciation for those around him.

However, as the reporter delved into personal questions, a noticeable shift occurred in Jay's body language. Sora wondered about the pivotal point in his life where things began to decline, and she believed she had found her answer when the reporter's inquiries started to disturb Jay. The fear lingered that he might lash out at them.

"Mr. Park, don't worry. I'm keeping this out of the interview, so just answer me honestly. There were rumors that you also beat up a woman at the airport."

"The airport incident did not happen; my career got sabotaged."

"Oh, so you beat women?"

Jay, weirded out by the question, responded, "Where and when did I even say that?"

"Look, you don't have to lie. I know it was you, so tell me what was it that enraged you..." Before the reporter could finish talking, Jay stood up, and the man in front of him raised his hands defensively.

It was funny because they're all the same; some things never change. Without sparing anyone in the room a glance, he left immediately by himself.

Sora contemplated whether or not she should follow him, but she decided against it. It looks like he needs time to cool down.