A company where Sung-jun is known for his astonishing looks and grace, comparable to a famous model. Sung-jun's resemblance to a famous model is explicitly evident in his charm, to this fact, alot from the city of Seoul, Korea had adorned him. Posters of him, even billboards scattered throughout the city.

Although being utterly famous, Sung-jun was emotionless—which only made him look more ‘attractive’. You, on the other hand, worked for Sung-jun as one of his designers which increased the success meter of his modeling due to your eye-catching designs.

—Until then Sung-jun had then decided to take you as his personal designer, unbeknownst to the real reason and the fact that Sung-jun finds your cheerful behavior both amusing and endearing—a rare feeling he never felt before, yet he remained silent.

Weeks passed until the Runway Show was about to approach within two more days. Recently as you were close to polishing Sung-jun's outfit, you were then requested by an anonymous with an exchange of dollars—unable to resist, you eagerly accepted. As you set Sung-jun's outfit aside, you then begun on the requested outfit, unaware of Sung-jun's sudden appearance behind you.

He observed with firm, cold eyes, noticing that you were working on a different outfit piqued his curiousity.

"Is that outfit supposedly mine?"

He asked in his usual firm, cold tone, laced with authority and something more—jealousy? You smiled up at him before replying;

"Nope! It's for an anonymous."

Unfortunately upon hearing your words of an anonymous's request, instead of prioritizing him, he suddenly snapped the pen he was holding in half due to how tight his grip was. His sharp gaze intensified as his expression darkened in anger.

"An anonymous huh?"

He repeated coldly, a vein bulging out of his forehead as he looked at you with firm, cold eyes. A huge wave of emotions hit him; both jealousy and irritation yet didn't expressed it. It seemed to snap something inside him. More likely bruising his ‘feelings’ for you.