Context: Mingyu is a famous model and Seungkwan is his stylist as well as a make-up artist. They both are in a secret relationship. But when someone insults Seungkwan, Mingyu takes up a stand for his boyfriend.
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The bright lights of the photo studio were grim, casting harsh shadows on the faces of everyone present.
Kim Mingyu, a model remarkable in his field of expertise, stood in front of the camera, his well sculpted features perfectly captured by the lens.
His stylist and makeup artist, Boo Seungkwan, hovered nearby, ensuring Mingyu's look was impeccable.
"Perfect, Mingyu! Just hold that pose for a few more seconds," the photographer called out, his voice barely audible over the constant click of the camera.
Seungkwan wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and made a quick adjustment to Mingyu's collar.
He was focused, trying to avoid any potential slip-ups.
Their secret relationship had been a source of both joy and stress; their public interactions had to remain professional, yet their personal moments were filled with unspoken affection.
As Seungkwan retreated to a corner of the studio, a commotion erupted near the entrance.
A group of social media influencers had barged in, clearly unimpressed by the lack of attention they were receiving.
One of them, a tall and overly confident woman named Yuna, sauntered over to where Seungkwan was standing.
"Wow, it must be nice to have a job that's just applying makeup all day," Yuna said, her tone dripping with superiority.
"Do you even do anything useful, or are you just here to play with cosmetics?"
Seungkwan's smile faltered. He had heard similar remarks before, but they always stung, especially in the presence of others.
He tried to ignore her and focused on his task, but Yuna wasn't done.
"Look at him, Mingyu. He thinks he's so important, but he's just a glorified brush holder," Yuna sneered, her voice carrying across the studio.
Mingyu's eyes narrowed as he saw Seungkwan's shoulders stiffen.
He knew Seungkwan well enough to see when his emotions were being affected.
He had always admired Seungkwan's ability to maintain his composure in the face of such insults, but today, something inside Mingyu snapped.
He turned sharply from the camera, his expression shifting from model gracefulness to a protective intensity. "Yuna, I don't think you understand how hard Seungkwan works," Mingyu said, his voice low but firm. "He’s not just a makeup artist; he’s a vital part of this team."
