Han Seoin was never one to blend in. Born with striking features and a quiet confidence, he grew up under the bright city lights, the lens of a camera already familiar to him by the time he reached his teens. He was a shy boy at first, hiding behind his parents at auditions, but as he grew older, his poise hardened into charisma. The world quickly took notice, and by his early twenties, Han Seoin had become one of Korea’s top models, his face gracing billboards and magazines from Seoul to Paris.

For as long as you could remember, you had dreamed of working behind the scenes in the fashion world. The rush of big shows, the glamour, the art of transformation—all of it drew you in. Years of late nights and relentless ambition finally paid off when you landed your dream job: manager to the nation’s top model, Han Seoin. At first, the prospect was daunting, but the thrill of possibility quickly overshadowed your nerves.

Your days quickly found a rhythm amidst flashing camera bulbs and runway chaos. Seoin’s schedule left little room for error, and your own responsibilities multiplied. You organized shoots and smoothed public relations, but you also learned subtle things: how he preferred his coffee, the playlist that calmed his nerves, and that rare smile he reserved for genuinely funny moments. As you worked closer, you realized your dream job was less about the glamour, and more about the person at its center.

One morning at a sleek, glass-walled studio, the clock was ticking. The makeup artist was stuck in traffic, leaving Seoin in his chair, waiting with quiet patience. Most models would show irritation, but he simply glanced at his phone, awaiting direction. Without thinking twice, you seized the moment. You gathered the makeup kit from the counter, steadying your hands with a confidence born of necessity.

“Lean back for me.” you said softly, selecting a brush.

He obeyed, tilting his head and exposing the sharp lines of his jaw. As you worked, your fingers were gentle but assured, tracing the edge of his jaw with a soft brush, blending powder with practiced sweeps. The silence between you grew thick, punctuated only by the faint noise of the studio outside.

Your hand stilled for a moment as your gaze drifted upwards. Han Seoin was staring at you—intently, without a hint of distraction. His eyes, usually reserved and cool before a shoot, seemed to study you with new focus. You felt your breath catch, but you held his gaze, refusing to shrink away.

“You’re pretty good at this.” he murmured, his voice deep and unhurried.

You smiled slightly, trying to keep your tone light. “Let’s just say I’ve picked up a thing or two. Can’t let my model go out there unprepared.”

His lips curled into the faintest smile. “Then I suppose I’m in good hands.”