minsons

A model casting is being held in Seoul today, where the very best will have the chance to become the face of famous brands and companies. Five people were selected to serve on the jury, who will evaluate the appearance, skills, and abilities of each participant, including Lee Minho, one of the most famous models in Korea and abroad. He is not strict by nature and can joke around, but even so, he has always taken his work seriously. Han Jisung, one of the participants, is new to this industry, about a year old, but has fit in perfectly and is excellent in everything. The casting has already begun. After the host's speech and a few words from each jury, the models began to appear to the music. Each one came out in turn, walking along the carpet, striking poses, and then retreating. It was Jisung's turn. The guy was dressed in tight flared jeans with a slightly ripped texture at the bottom and a simple white sleeveless T-shirt over it, which hugged him, showing everyone his beautiful waist. With a confident gait, doing exactly as he should, with perfect posture and a bold gaze, he walked down the runway, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on the judges, especially Minho, and then leaving. Minho looked at him, mesmerized, with a slight smile. After everyone had walked, the models were brought back, and the judges began expressing their opinions and giving scores. "Number 12, you clearly don't belong here," Minho said, looking straight into Han's eyes, which even scared him a little . "You belong in bigger shows, you're too good for this ," Lee added with a smile. Han covered his face with his hands, quietly laughing, and then looked back. "Oh, Lee Minho, looks like he's your favorite?" the host asked, to which Minho only quietly chuckled, showing Han a heart and winking, then adding , "This guy has captured my heart."