kim juhoon

"three, two, one... cut.
let's have ten minutes break."

juhoon was at the center of the attention under the lights reflected on him. the director's voice cut through the nearly empty studio which was small and completely covered with white walls. finally, the camera lenses fell silent with the command. he got up from his chair with an exhausted expression, stretched his exhausted arms which were numb from standing in the same position. he was wearing a heavy and fancy belt with expensive gems on it, a black blouse that covered his throat and wrapped around his arms tightly, and low rise pants that hanging low from his tiny waist. the concept of today's shots was to combine a rich yet simple integrity with an futuristic style in black and white. for juhoon, this complex style was simply Y2K.

when one of the staff members approached and brought him a strawberry iced matcha latte, he forced a small smile in response and then took his phone from her as well. he was too tired both mentally and physically for any interaction. it was the second time he picked up his phone today since he had gone through a busy schedule. he took a sip mindlessly as he walked to the large and comfortable couch where the other staff members were waiting at so that he could rest more comfortably.

• what u want for dinner?

juhoon opened the message which was sent half an hour ago. as he lazily stared at the screen, he thought about what he should text to martin who sent the message. he didn't think he would make it to dinner...

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