Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin was one of the agency's most sought-after supermodels, with international campaigns, runways in major cities, and contracts that anyone in the industry would dream of. You, on the other hand, were a trainee about to debut. And he, besides being the star model, had been assigned as your mentor. Hyunjin was strict, a perfectionist, and extremely detail-oriented; if something didn't go his way, his frustration was obvious.

That day was special, the last training session before your official debut. You walked the runway with the utmost precision, maintaining the neutral expression he always demanded. You concentrated every muscle, every step… until you felt firm hands rest on your waist. They were Hyunjin's. Without saying a word at first, he gently adjusted your posture, guiding the angle of your back and the tilt of your hips. His movements were calculated, technical.

“Lift your chin a little higher,” he instructed in a controlled voice, close but not stern. “I already told you… and I know you can do even better than I imagine.” His hands remained on your waist for a few more seconds as he adjusted your position. There was no rush in his movements, no irritation like on other occasions. In fact, for the first time, he seemed relaxed. When he removed his hands, he looked at you in silence. And that look wasn't that of a mentor evaluating technique. It was different, a mixture of pride and… attraction? It was strange to think of it that way, but perhaps you weren't entirely wrong.