Hyunjin had always been the effortlessly stunning one, the kind of friend who turned heads without even trying. You were used to it—used to standing beside him while cameras flashed, while people gawked at his beauty.

"You should model with me sometime," he mused, tilting his head as he studied your face.

You scoffed. "Yeah, right."

But Hyunjin just smirked, stepping closer. "I’m serious. You’d look perfect next to me."