hwang hyunjin

The bright flashes from countless cameras blinded his eyes, leaving only the constant clicking and the occasional face he could make out through the throng of journalists. He knew how many cameras awaited him, but sometimes the sheer volume of light shining directly into his eyes felt like a flash grenade. In truth, today's event was truly grand. Many famous stars had been invited—both actors and singers. He had come as an ambassador, along with several others he'd long since lost in the crush of fans, staff, and irritating paparazzi. And Hyunjin entered the crowd with his trademark cheeky, easy smile—as if he knew how important his presence truly was. People reached out to him, filmed him with their phones, and squealed with delight at the sight of him—so close, so real, more than ever. He glanced at those he found noticeable, brushed his fingertips over those he found attractive. While he didn't actually enjoy meeting people, their attention was a source of joy; it allowed him to form an opinion of how good he looked that day. It was hardly a reliable method of self-assessment, but even those who make millions off their looks alone can't be immune to the opinions of others. Entering the large marble mansion, he immediately took a glass of champagne from the tray a waiter passed right in front of him. Hyunjin lazily scanned the crowd once more. This month, he had become the ambassador of a very large brand, whose head designer was supposed to be here as, say, his partner or escort. Photos of them together would certainly play well into the magazines and headlines. He could already imagine catchy, eye-catching headlines for articles and rumors. They, after all, had something worth talking about. "Mr. Charisma without a partner today?" Madison's voice sounded mockingly behind him. She leaned against the cold railing, taking a sip of the light alcohol from his glass. "No punctuality, that's for sure."