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 Seonghwa ⟡
I ran excitedly down the hallway, turned left and then stood in front of the door that had a sign with the name Jung Wooyoung on it.
I was very nervous, my heart was pounding. Was he in there?
I didn't mean Jung Wooyoung, even though it was his dressing room after all. I had already seen the young model on pictures, a real beauty. There was something special about him, I would definitely have had a lot of ideas for him too, would have liked to design something for him, but I was more than happy with Choi San.
We got along well, he was nice and beautiful. My inspiration and motivation always bubbled over with my new model.
But it wasn't about him right now, it was about Kim Hongjoong. It was always about him, at least for me.
I wiped my cold and sweaty hands on my pants, tried to keep my slightly wavy long hair in check and then knocked as a precaution.
Long silence. No reaction.
Was he already gone? Was no one in the room?
My disappointment was clearly noticeable, my usual bright smile was masked by sadness.
I knocked again, a little louder this time, but still wanted to remain polite. Luckily for me, the door finally opened and I was very happy, my radiant smile back. A handsome brunette young man stood in front of me, blocked my way into the room, holding the doorknob tightly in his hand. His face was chiseled, he reminded me of a fairytale character. I was just surrounded by beautiful people, gosh really.
He had thin glasses on, was well dressed, generally looked serious, but seemed very calm and balanced.
"Yes please? How can I help you?" asked the person in front of me.
I stammered now, tried to look behind him, I was a little taller than the brunette. He pushed me back, noticed my curious looks. His eyes were suspicious, he was trying to maintain privacy.
"Who are you?" he asked, seemed a little more serious now.
I bowed slightly, wore a smile on my lips, took a few steps back so as not to seem too intrusive.
"I'm Park Seonghwa. I'm-" I stammered but was interrupted by the brunette.
"Choi San's stylist?" he said interestedly, raised his eyebrows, a small wrinkle visible. He looked me up and down.
I nodded and smiled, proud to work for San.
He then held out his hand to me, now appeared a little more relaxed again, his facial features at ease. "I'm Kang Yeosang, Jung Wooyoung's manager," he introduced himself, I shook his hands a bit clumsily, the movement too quickly, both of my hands anchored.
"I'm very pleased," I said afterwards.
"How can I help you, Mr. Park? Do you need anything or are you just mistaken in the door?"
