The studio was already loud with movement when Yujin stepped inside.
Bright white lights hung from metal rigs above the set, assistants walked quickly with makeup kits and clipboards, stylists rushed back and forth carrying dresses sealed in plastic covers, and the constant clicking of cameras echoed in the large room.
Yujin stood quietly near the back wall.
He looked out of place.
Not because of his clothes — his black coat and simple shirt looked expensive enough — but because he wasn’t working like everyone else. He was simply watching.
Watching one person.
Wonyoung.
She stood in the center of the set, long hair falling over her shoulders as the stylist fixed the strap of the pale blue dress she was wearing. The fabric hugged her waist and flowed softly to her legs. Under the studio lights, her skin almost glowed.
The photographer lifted his camera.
“Okay, Wonyoung, chin up a little.”
Click.
“Eyes here.”
Click.
“Beautiful, hold that.”
Click click click.
Yujin folded his arms, leaning slightly against the wall.
Even after years of seeing her, he still found it ridiculous how easily she could command a room without even trying.
Everyone’s attention was on her.
The assistants.
The stylists.
Even the photographer kept complimenting her every few seconds.
“Perfect.”
“Wow, that angle is amazing.”
“Let’s try another pose.”
Yujin’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He didn’t say anything, but the faint tension in his jaw was obvious.
He used to be a photographer himself. Before he built his company, before business meetings and endless documents filled his life, he spent years behind the camera.
So he noticed things others wouldn’t.
The photographer stepping slightly closer.
The way he adjusted Wonyoung’s hair himself instead of calling the stylist.
The way he kept smiling at her.
Yujin sighed quietly.
Not angry.
Just… watching.
After a few more shots, the director clapped his hands.
“Okay! Five minute break!”
The moment the lights dimmed slightly, Wonyoung immediately turned her head.
Her eyes found Yujin almost instantly.
Her face brightened.
She lifted the edge of her dress slightly and hurried across the set toward him.
“Yujin!”
Before he could even react, she wrapped her arms around his waist.
The assistants nearby glanced at them with small smiles.
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Annyeongz One-shots
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