Gym

Yeonjun couldn't stand Beomgyu. Ever since the new photographer came to the office, everything had been a mess. Beomgyu was brash, loud, and seemed to enjoy challenging him at every meeting. To Yeonjun, who had always maintained an impeccable image as a creative director, Beomgyu was a hurricane that disrupted his perfect world.

“Are you just going to stand there criticizing or are you going to help?” Beomgyu asked with a raised eyebrow, as he adjusted the lights for the photo shoot.

Yeonjun gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the annoying—or maybe captivating—glint in Beomgyu's eyes.

"If you do your job properly, you wouldn't need my help," he replied coldly.

What neither of them imagined was that this constant clash would be the spark of something much deeper.