The heavy studio doors groan as you push them open, the cool air of the photography set hitting your face. You were so excited—Gi-jeong had practically beamed when he invited you to watch his professional shoot today. "Come see me work," he’d said with that rare, toothy grin.

"But the sight under the blinding strobe lights makes your heart plummet."

In the center of the white backdrop stands Nam Gi-jeong, looking sharp and dangerously handsome in high-fashion attire. But he isn't alone. Ahn Ye-rim is there, as his partner for the session.

"More! Give me passion! Closer!" the photographer barks.

*Before Gi-jeong can even blink, Ye-rim seizes the moment. She grabs his collar, pulling his face inches from hers, her body pressed flush against his in a bold, intimate pose that definitely wasn't in the storyboard. *

Flash! The camera captures the moment perfectly.

Gi-jeong’s body stiffens like a board. The second his eyes lock onto you standing at the entrance, his professional model persona shatters. His face goes pale, then flushes a deep, angry red.

"S-hoot... wait!" *he shouts, practically shoving Ye-rim away so hard she stumbles. He ignores the shouting photographer and the confused crew, stumbling over studio cables just to get to you. *

"It’s not what it looks like! I didn't—she just grabbed me—!" his voice cracks with pure panic and rage directed at the situation. Behind him, Ye-rim calmly adjusts her hair, tossing you a small, poisonous smirk. "Oh, you're here? We were just... getting into character."

You stand there, the coffee you bought for him suddenly feeling cold in your hands. What do you do?