Wrong | Hwang Hyunjin

six

Lee Daeun

Ah shit, here we go again.

Why is he here?

Like sure, Changbin wants to hire him, but seriously, why? Why is it necessary for him to be here NOW?

Like I've just come back from my boyfriend's place. Sure, we didn't do anything...dirty, but I'm really feeling bad for leaving my boyfriend's place just to come and simp for him. 

I'm probably the most ungrateful, spoilt, Regina George bitch to ever exist. I have a perfect boyfriend who dumped his girlfriend for me, moved cities for me, and changed jobs for me. Yet, I'm gawking over another man. Who is, by the way, extremely good looking.

-200 aura points.

The worst thing is that he's looking at me. Why? Seriously, why? I genuinely can't tell if he wants to be friends or not. Like, we spoke once, and he won't stop staring at me since then.

I quietly put my bag down, quickly making my way over to the white screen where a model is sitting, waiting for her pictures to be taken. Changbin smiles when he sees me.

"Morning Daeun," he says. I smile back.

"morning." I say, even though it's noon. 

I catch Hyunjin's eye. He's sipping the straw of his coffee, a bored expression on his face. He sends a heart melting smile in my direction, and I send one back.  

"Why are there hearts in your eyes?" a voice floods my ears, making me look up. It's Ryujin, a stylist. 

"What do you mean?" I ask, acting as if I'm totally oblivious to the way I'm totally eyeing the hell out of him. 

Today he's wearing black trousers, a belt, and a white vest with a jacket on top. The jacket is red, white and black. In conclusion, he looks ethereal. 

"You're staring," Ryujin interrupts. I shake my head and look at her.

"Sorry, I clocked out, what did you say?" I ask, as if i have no idea.

"Oh lord, you have a crush on Hwang Hyunjin," Ryujin shakes her head in disbelief. I also shake mine in denial.

"No, I don't," I say firmly. "He's nice to look at. I'm dating Wooyoung, remember?" She narrows her eyes. 

"right, sorry." I can hear the doubt in her voice, but I really don't blame her for it. I'd feel the same if I saw someone eyeing up another man, even when she's been in a four year relationship.

"No worries," I wave my hand. "What time are we starting?"

"We're waiting for Seungmin," she says. "he was supposed to be here way earlier."

"typical."

"Alright, we're just going to start!" Changbin calls to everyone. It takes me by surprise, to be honest. Seungmin is one of the most hardworking workers here. Oh well.

"Alright, Daeun, in the middle." he moves he over in front of the model. "Yeji, to the left. Soomi, that side." 

Soomi gets into position, sending me a quick smile. Along with Chaeyoung, who doesn't work here, she's my best friend. Maybe Soomi a bit more because I've known her since college. Either way, we're besties. 

Soon enough, we get rolling. I take photo's from different angles, desperately trying to ignore Hyunjin's gaze, burning the side of my head. Why is he staring at me? Why?

I ignore him, focusing on my job. My job is not to gawk at and simp for Hyunjin, it is to take pictures. High quality, high definition pictures. 

Eventually, after the model, also known as Hyuri, had finished doing whatever poses Changbin had asked her to do, we were done the first set. 

While they prepare for the next one, Hyunjin approaches me.

"Hey," he says. I smile, trying not to look too eager.

"hi," I say. "what's up?"

"nothing, i'm bored," he murmurs.

"how come you're here anyway?" i ask out of curiosity. "There were no sets or rooms that needed designing."

"Trust me, there were," he laughs, and I feel slightly embarrassed. Oops. "Me and Jisung have been here since 6am."

"oh," i say. "how unlucky."

"tell me about it," he sighs and rubs his eyes. "so what about you, anyway? you just a photographer or do you have another job?"

"nope," i say. "just a photographer. i've been here for maybe three years?"

"interesting," he replies. "any hobbies?"

Why is he asking all of this?

Why am I  enjoying this?

"Eh, I like art," i say. I do like poetry, but I can't write poems, so I leave that out.

"oh no way, me too," he smiles. 

"well, you're an interior designer, i'd hope to hell that you liked at least some art," I point out. He chuckles.

"got me there," he says.  Before I can reply, a voice calls out.

"Hyunjin, where the hell are you?"

"ah, they're calling me." Hyunjin murmurs. "see you around."

"yup, bye," i murmur as he walks past me. I turn around and watch his retrieving figure. 

Look at that ass.

Daeun, shut the fuck up.

———

Me and Hyunjin spoke a lot today. It was mainly him approaching me. I don't know why, maybe he wanted to be friends or something.

That's going to be hard, considering I can't stop simping for him.

Either way, I don't push him away, instead I embrace the conversations and get to know him better. I learn that he's my age, 24. He's older by a few months, not too much. He enjoys the same things I do, art, reading, poetry.

Quite romantic, if you ask me.

I pack up my camera into my bag, making sure nit the crack the lens. Sending Hyunjin a swift smile, which he happily returns. I feel my cheeks turning slightly pink, but I ignore it and wave to Changbin.

"I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Changbin asks. 

"Yup, see you tomorrow," I smile. I catch Hyunjin's eye for a split second, so I send him a small finger wave. He waves back, and I smile to myself as I turn around.

Ah, I'm fucked.