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"JAKE!"
A handsome man with long blond hair, that seemed to be tied up in some form of a man-bun on the back of his head, pokes his head out from around the corner, eyes brightening when he sees his assistant with Hana in tow.
"Come in! I've been expecting you! Hana, right? Sunoo told me all about you!"
"He did?" She gulps nervously, unsure of what exactly Sunoo told the world-class photographer.
Jake grins, "Enough anyway, c'mon- let's get you changed. We've got quite a few shots I want to try out today. Sunoo really outdid himself with the outfits this time. I can't help but think he was a little more inspired than usual." There's a teasing lilt to his voice, like he knows something she doesn't.
She can only allow herself to be ushered along as hands start pulling at her clothes, makeup brushes touch up her face, and hair rollers are placed into her curls. After Hana's appointment with Sunoo, he had managed to get her contact number, either through her agency or whatever else. It was mainly just for business though, he'd ask for her opinions on certain colours or ideas he had, treating her as if he didn't fuck her senseless in his workshop upon their first meeting. She just took his lead and pretended it never happened, though every time his name lit up her phone screen she'd feel a little tingle down her spine at the mere memory.
"Alright! Let's get going team we have a lot of shots to take today!"
She hears Jake's stern yet excitable voice over the pop music in the studio. Jake's reputation was just as prestigious as Sunoo's, though he was admittedly a lot less intimidating. People said it was because of his general airy obliviousness that made models feel at ease and comfortable when posing for him that made him such a pleasure to work with.
Of course, that never diminished from his actual job at hand, he was the best photographer in Korea, always booked out and only shooting for the best magazines and companies across the country, he could be a little awkward but his work spoke volumes, he was simply better at communicating with his tool than with his words.
Hana's rushed over in her first outfit of the day, an extravagant, floral piece with a set full of colour and vibrancy. One all the stylists are done touching her up and hurriedly move out of the camera frame, Jake wanders up last, smiling and adjusting her body to his desired position.
His touch is soft, barely there, it leaves goosebumps on Hana's skin, or maybe it was the fact that the air con was on high.
"Alright?" He checks in on her, eyes twinkling. she gulps from his proximity, the only thing separating their bodies the camera hanging around his neck.
She nods sheepishly, unsure of herself.
He smiles, "Just let me know if you want to take a break or anything yeah? Remember you're the most important person in the room here, if we don't have a model, we don't have pictures, so don't be afraid to make any demands at all."
