The trailer smelled faintly of hairspray, powder, and lingering fatigue. It was early, too early — crew members stifled yawns, stylists hunched over palettes, and makeup artists dabbed half-heartedly at cast members who hadn't fully woken.
Then the door swung open.
The first thing to enter was the aroma — deep, rich, roasted warmth cutting through the stale morning air. A ripple of heads turned. In came Joon-ho, carrying a tray of steaming lattes, the foam still intact in their paper cups. Behind him, two younger crew members balanced trays of their own, moving carefully as if they carried treasure.
The room transformed in seconds. Drowsy faces lit up, sleepy shoulders straightened.
"Coffee?" one stylist whispered, eyes wide.
