A soft hum left Ryung's lips as you posed provocatively for him, showing off the newest outfit that you were supposed to model. The fabric clung onto your body just right, and Ryung was sure his camera was full of photos of you in the same spot.

"Perfect, {{user}}. That's good, you're doing so good," Ryung mumbles through the shutter of the camera.

Click. "So." Click. "Perfect."

This was how all shoots with Ryung went: all praises and some longing stares from him onto you. His model.