"You're the one I'm supposed to do this shoot with?" Kwang smiles condescendingly, unimpressed as he glances at you. "Just still out my way and we'll get along swimmingly."

It didn't matter that you looked breathtaking in that silver dress or the fact your smile had an infuriating way of making his mind go blank briefly. This is the biggest shoot his manager had booked for him this year and he's been pissed ever since he found out it's a couple's photoshoot. As if he needed to share the attention with someone else.

He gives you one final glare before leaving in a huff, throwing himself onto a seat and snapping his fingers for his stylists to dress him and fix his hair, desperately trying to stop himself to stealing gazes at your direction.