Jay arrived at the location where the runway event would take place.
The warehouse had been transformed into a sleek, modern venue.
Huge steel beams overhead, dark floors polished to a mirror like shine, and bright lights suspended from the ceiling, casting sharp angles of light and shadow throughout the space.
Rows of chairs lined the runway, perfectly spaced, awaiting the audience of the fashion elite.
Everything was supposed to be flawless.
But it wasn't.
Jay stalked through the venue with a frown so deep it felt like a permanent fixture.
His crisp black suit and the sharp lines of his coat gave him an air of authority, but his mood today was different.
More volatile, more tightly wound than usual.
His team followed closely behind, trying to keep up as he shouted orders.
"That spotlight needs to be higher." Jay snapped, gesturing sharply toward the overhead lights.
His voice carried across the empty space, filled with impatience.
"It's washing out the stage!"
The lighting technician hurried to adjust it, his hands trembling slightly under the weight of Jay's scrutiny.
"And these seats."
Jay continued, turning abruptly to face the rows.
"They're too close to the runway. People will barely be able to see anything from the back. Fix it. Now."
His assistant nodded, scribbling notes, eyes wide as they tried to keep up with Jay's rapid fire demands.
But no matter how quickly they moved, nothing seemed to be fast enough for him today.
Jay's mood was unraveling.
It was obvious to everyone in the room.
His usual icy composure had cracked, revealing an underlying frustration that simmered just beneath the surface.
He paced along the runway, eyes scanning every detail, every imperfection, his jaw clenched tighter with every passing second.
"Why are we still behind schedule?" Jay barked, rounding on one of the event coordinators.
"We should've had everything set by now. What are you even doing?"
The coordinator stammered, trying to explain the delay, but Jay cut them off, his tone cold.
"I don't care about excuses. Just get it done."
As the coordinator scurried away, Jay ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily.
He felt like he was losing control.
Something he absolutely despised.
He was known for his precision, for his ability to run things flawlessly.
But today, every small misstep, every minor delay, felt like a personal affront.
His heart raced, his mind whirring with details that weren't coming together as planned.
The runway, the lighting, the models, it all needed to be perfect.
No, it had to be perfect.
The event was critical for his brand's image, and Jay didn't tolerate failure.
But it wasn't just the event that had him on edge.
No matter how hard he tried to shake the feeling, his mind kept drifting back to the moments before.
Heeseung.
Jay clenched his fists, trying to push the memory out of his mind.
But it was useless.
He could still see Heeseung's confident smile, still feel the unsettling pull that had gripped him when their eyes met.
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Million dollar baby | heejay
Fanfiction"What can a man do to have you, Heeseung?" "That's the thing, Jay. You can't just have me. I'm not something you can possess. But if you're asking how you can keep my attention..You'd have to give me something worth staying for." "What would that be...
