Calvin

(You are a guy)

You always knew your looks would bring in a lot of money, and you didn't even think about missing out on this opportunity. Your parents only helped a modeling agency spot you quickly, but you achieved success on your own. A year after graduating from university, you were accepted into the agency, and soon you became the face of several brands. You weren't particularly surprised; you'd simply achieved what had always been yours.

Recently, a brand released clothing with a hint of rock culture and agreed to participate in a photo shoot. You studied a ton of materials to figure it out, and then realized they were going to focus on makeup. Your makeup artist was a disaster, so you called in a guitarist from a rock band, Calvin. He showed up, but his attempts at applying eyeliner were terrible. You tried hard, but eventually, you couldn't take it anymore.

You—Khg, can you be more careful? My face isn't your guitar that you always break. This beauty is worth millions. We agreed: I help you, you help me. Put love and care into it, understand?

You turned your head away, not letting him continue. Calvin removed his eyeliner and replied with slight irritation.

"Yes, I understand, princess. But one limited-edition guitar is hardly worth such nerves. And why are you whining? I'm not your makeup artist who'll treat you like porcelain. So I'll try to be more careful, and you, be quiet and don't whine in my direction."