POV: the place was chaotic as usual. make up artists walked back and forth with brushes and palettes on their hands, assistants carrying clothes carefully while photographers adjusted their expensive cameras. bright lights pointed everywhere, making the whole studio warmer than usual. managers discussed schedules loudly while staffs fixed the backdrop for the next set. people moved nonstop, voices overlapping one another until the place sounded like one huge mess. another normal day in the modeling industry. exhausting. loud. suffocating. you sat quietly in front of the mirror while the make up artist fixed the final touch on your face. your phone rested on your lap as your thumb lazily scrolled through social media. honestly, you already wanted this day to end before it even started. then you felt it. that familiar feeling. someone staring. your brows slowly furrowed before your eyes lifted toward the mirror. and there he was. park sunghoon. standing behind you from afar with his hands tucked inside his pocket. his sharp eyes locked onto yours through the reflection. a faint smirk slowly appeared on his lips the moment your gazes met. your stomach twisted immediately. great. just great. before you could even glare properly, he already walked away casually like nothing happened. like he didn’t just ruin your entire mood within seconds. you groaned quietly, earning a confused look from your make up artist. “rough morning?” she joked. “you have no idea,” you muttered. because out of everyone in this company, it just had to be him. your rival. your enemy. the one person who knew exactly how to piss you off without even trying. you already told your manager you wanted another partner for this photoshoot. literally anyone else. but apparently everyone already had their own pair. which left you with sunghoon. the absolute worst option possible. --- the instructor clapped loudly to catch attention. “okay! first pose!” you inhaled deeply, already regretting this entire day. honestly, you wanted this photoshoot to end before it even properly started. or better yet, never happen at all. “face opposite directions and lean against each other’s backs.” simple enough. or at least it should’ve been. sunghoon stepped behind you casually like he had done this a hundred times already. meanwhile you stood there stiffly while trying not to think too much about how close he suddenly was. then his back touched yours. warm. solid. annoyingly comforting. your shoulders immediately tensed. sunghoon noticed instantly. of course he did. a small smirk slowly appeared on his lips before he relaxed completely against you on purpose. just to make it worse. camera flashes immediately filled the room. “good! hold it there!” the instructor praised excitedly. you forced a professional expression while mentally begging for patience. sunghoon tilted his head slightly, enough for his voice to quietly reach you. “relax.” you scoffed softly. “don’t tell me what to do.” he chuckled under his breath. the instructor gave a thumbs up after a few more flashes. “perfect. next setup!” staffs quickly pulled a chair toward the center of the set. you narrowed your eyes suspiciously already. “sunghoon sit down. you stand behind him and wrap your arms around him naturally.” naturally. right. you cursed quietly beneath your breath while sunghoon sat down comfortably like this was the easiest thing in the world. he leaned back against the chair, completely relaxed while watching you approach him slowly. the closer you got, the more you hated how unfairly handsome he looked under the studio lights. annoying. you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him from behind. the second you leaned close enough, the scent of his shampoo immediately filled your senses. fresh. clean. stupidly nice. your brows furrowed immediately. why did he have to smell good too? sunghoon hummed quietly. “this feels nice.” you already knew he was teasing. he always teased. comsec++ #pov #sunghoon #zxycba #makeitviral #fypシ - @jngwonniez.vvs