Wooyoung and San, aspiring models in different agencies, are teamed up for a joint campaign. Both are confident in their looks and no one wants to give in or do worse.
Weeks of collaboration bring the competitors closer together.
When the collaborat...
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⟡ POV Wooyoung ⟡
Today was press event day. It triggered a lot of emotions in me. The first photo shoot yesterday went well, was satisfying, but San annoyed me. Sharing the flashlight with him was a no-go for me. His comments fueled frustration and anger in me and only made my mood worse. I didn't know what to think of today. It was important, I had to pull myself together. Today there should be no arguments or offensive comments with the red-haired man.
My opinion of him hadn't changed. He was pretty, yes. I couldn't deny that. He had a good body. Sometimes I got lost in his eyes or dimples. But time after time I was reminded of his snobbery, his vanity and his excessive ego. This man was talented. Of course, a model had to be confident or at least seem like that. After all, I was too.
But his arrogance simply insulted me, made me somehow insecure, a little afraid. I would bring him down, knock him off his high horse.
Now I was making myself something for breakfast and watched some TV. The ringtone of my cell phone made me stop for a moment.
I saw Hongjoong's name on the screen. I answered it smiling, happy about his call, his voice.
"Hongjoong!" I said happily.
"How are you, my beauty, on this wonderful morning?" asked the designer charmingly.
We chatted for a bit, I enthusiastically told him about the photo shoot yesterday and thanked him again for the stunning outfit. I felt comfortable in the clothes he made or put together for me.
"Wooyoung, I have to get back to work now. I wanted to let you know that I'll be there this afternoon too. I'll do the fitting with you and get everything ready, okay?"
I nodded, knowing that Hongjoong couldn't see me through the phone.
"Great, thank you so much! I'm looking forward to seeing what you've conjured up for me~"
Hongjoong's shrill laugh on the phone penetrated deep into my ears. "Let me continue the magic, pretty. See you later!"
We hung up, I was excited to see what he would present to me later. I continued making my breakfast with pleasure, watching some trash TV series on the big screen in front of me.
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Yeosang and I arrived at the -Umbrella- headquarters, where the event was going to take place.
As predicted, more people now knew about our arrival and work here, more fans and paparazzi followed us everywhere. Of course I was grateful for my fans, without them I would never have made it this far, but sometimes it was just too confining. The tall Bodyguards from my team circled around me like alert birds.
I put on my best smile, waved to the people, showed my gratitude, the flash of the cameras kept catching my eye. The path was blocked off for the fans and paparazzi, I quickly scurried into the building, listening to the screams and shouts of the people behind me. Yeosang patted me on the back, wanting to make sure I was okay.
