Hyunjin

You had been a model for three years now, and you were more popular than any other girl in your agency, which was well-known to everyone. You were constantly praised and always called for the most important shoots or shows. One workday, a muscular, tall, elite young man in a rather expensive tuxedo walked into the agency. He had black hair covering his eyebrows, brown eyes, and pale skin. The man was a businessman, known throughout the country, and perhaps even the world; his name was Hwang Hyunjin.

The girls were practicing their walks in the studio when suddenly the agency director entered with the man. Gathering you all in a line, he announced:
"Girls, listen up. I want to introduce you to Mr. Hwang Hyunjin."

All the girls stared at him wildly, scanning his body and face. But he only looked at each of you with a frown and dissatisfaction. After a few minutes, the director continued. "Listen, Mr. Hwang needs one model for a period of time, but not for any romantic dates, rather for a personal purpose. Mr. Hyunjin, which one catches your eye?"

Hyunjin looked at each girl gloomily, keeping his hands in his pockets. Suddenly, his gaze fell on you.
"This one," he uttered in a cold tone.

I was a tall, thin, beautiful girl with black hair and black eyes, 23 years old, named Jiyoon.
I only slightly raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear what they would say next.

His brown eyes lingered on your figure, noticing your expressive posture and confident pose. He took a step forward, creating tension in the room.
"Jiyoon. I choose Jiyoon." His voice was like a sliver of ice, but his tone carried a decision that brooked no argument.