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 ⟡
The celebrations filled me with a good distraction in these last few days that were actually consumed by heavy thoughts. Since meeting Hongjoong in Ms. Mimi's Café, we hadn't exchanged a single word with each other, my shame, my disappointment was far too great, I didn't want to pressure him any more than I already had.
Maybe I had only imagined something that whole evening long, had read too much into it, the situation, in his eyes we were probably really just good colleagues, maybe not even friends anymore.
Since Hongjoong hadn't approached me in the last few days either, that was proof enough for me, I accepted it with a broken heart, tried to distract myself a lot, threw myself into work for the campaign, sank into designs and ideas for San.
Katy's wedding may have done me some good too, it took my mind off things, helped me get over Hongjoong and my crush on him a little quicker, I had to look ahead, was happy for the bride and groom, tried to put on a good and smiley face, even if it looked different inside of me.
My self-made outfit attracted a lot of attention, I felt comfortable too, saw how guests looked at me, for my surprise even bowed to me. I was flattered that people recognized me, praised me, that I was slowly gaining a certain level of fame for my career ladder.
My black hair was a little wavy, my make-up subtle but still shiny, an earring adorned one of my ears, the dark fabric of my suit almost shimmered in the lights of the location, a bow with a glittering stone as a tie rounded everything perfectly off.
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I feasted on the treats from the party, ate and drank to my heart's content, but everything reminded me of him, of Hongjoong.
I wished I could turn my head off, truly wished there was an off switch, I could just turn back time, I would never have asked him that question that came way too soon, way too pushing and in a forcing manner.
But maybe it was the time pressure, the fear of the unknown that made me react like that, that couldn't wait any longer. The campaign would soon be coming to an end, everyone would return to their country and home cities, to their normal and own everyday lives.
