"mr. jeon!" his secretary knocks on his office when he is busy sketching a new collection. He is tensely clutching a pencil in his hands. nothing works out, it seems that during this busy december he was so tired of all this that he was no longer up to the collection, not up to a pile of papers that needed to be sorted, not up to the design of the winter show and not up to sewing. even though half of the work had been done by his company's employees for a long time, he still couldn't afford not to take part in all the work. everything has to be perfect!

"what?" he growls, looking up from the sketch of the outfit for spring-summer.

"models have come to the review, are you going to choose or should I do it myself?" the secretary adjusts her glasses, not even reacting to his angry tone. jeon jungkook, he is always strict, important and busy, a person like him can afford to yell or roar at an employee once again.

he was looking for a model, the very girl he would make the face of his winter collection. on new year's eve, he was going to show the official face of the brand. but it shouldn't be some mediocre girl who goes to all the shows where she's invited. jungkook makes sophisticated clothes for sophisticated natures. he searched for this face among, it seems, ten modeling agencies and everything was in vain.

"I'll do it myself," he says confidently, putting down all the papers.

the models stood in a row in a large hall. long legs, long hair, unusual faces and black tight-fitting clothes, each with a piece of paper with a number on it. catwalks are held one after another, all boring and insipid, mediocre girls who generally he can't understand how they got here. but..

"number 407," he sternly declares, measuring the pretty girl who stood in the row with his gaze. you. "do your walk again."

he couldn't figure out how she had hooked him. maybe with big eyes, maybe because her facial features were soft and innocent. he doesn't understand, but he seems to have found what he needs.