you ; sunjay [RE-WRITING]

011, 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘

YOU!

𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘

the sleek black car pulled up to the familiar belift lab building, the imposing glass facade reflecting the afternoon sun. jay climbed out, his heart hammering a nervous rhythm against his ribs. mr. choi, the ever-present grin plastered on his face, clapped him on the shoulder.

"alright, jay," mr. choi chirped, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "let's get you looking your best. big things are coming your way!"

jay swallowed, glancing nervously at his manager, who simply winked and followed mr. choi inside. they weaved through a maze of hallways, the sterile white walls adorned with framed photos of past and present belift lab artists. the rhythmic clicking of their shoes echoed along the polished floor as anticipation tightened its grip on jay.

finally, they stopped in front of a door marked "green room." mr. choi pushed it open with a flourish, revealing a small, brightly lit room. across the room, perched on a plush sofa, sat sunoo.

time seemed to slow as jay's eyes locked with sunoo's. he looked...different. gone were the casual clothes he'd seen at lunch. sunoo was dressed in a photographer's dream. a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms, hugged his slender frame. a black belt cinched his waist, accentuating the sharp v formed by his torso.

heat flared in jay's cheeks. he wasn't sure if it was the air conditioning suddenly feeling inadequate or the way the shirt clung to sunoo's form in a way that made his breath catch. every detail seemed amplified - the way the fabric stretched across broad shoulders, the hint of a collarbone peeking out, the sliver of smooth skin exposed between the rolled-up sleeves and the belt. sunoo's hair, usually a carefree mess, was styled to perfection, a few strands falling playfully across his forehead, framing eyes that seemed to sparkle with a newfound confidence.