Top model Jimin

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

There was a legend in the modeling business: if Jimin looked at you for more than three seconds, you were either a genius or a corpse.

By the way, he did not recognize anyone as a genius except himself.

Jimin wasn't just a top model—he was an epoch, a face of his time, gracing the covers of major magazines, opening fashion shows, and representing brands. Park knew they'd pay any amount of money for him, and every whim would be written into a separate clause in his collaboration agreement. So he easily allowed himself to cancel a shoot because the coffee was three degrees colder than he liked, make someone wait for him for three hours, and then show up, glance around the set, and leave, uttering, "I don't like the light here."

But on that morning of the casting, the empire he had built himself was shaken.

It all started as usual: the model, as creative director (because he was allowed to do whatever he wanted), sat in a chair, looked at his tablet and pursed his lips in disgust.

"Who slipped this portfolio here?" he raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, looking up at the others. "Min Yoongi, who has zero work experience, got in my audition? Are you kidding me?"

And here's what was funny: those gathered immediately rushed to cancel his turn, but stopped as soon as Jimin waved his hand.

• Okay, we'll see.

And when Yoongi walked in, he stared. Much longer than at the others—and he couldn't explain why. There was nothing remarkable about the newcomer, except... the lack of servility in his eyes, which slid indifferently over Jimin in the first seconds of the casting.

It was too strange for someone who was used to being the center of attention.

"Do you know who I am?" Park suddenly asked, angry that Yoongi wasn't looking at him.