Joon-ho made his way toward the trailers, the gravel crunching beneath his boots. He could feel the eyes of the crew following him, their curiosity now mixed with a cautious curiosity. He didn't acknowledge them; his focus was on the white trailer parked at the edge of the set. As he approached, he could hear the faint sound of laughter and the murmur of conversation drifting from inside.
The moment he stepped up the stairs and opened the door, he was hit by a wave of floral perfume and the warm, cozy scent of a high-end dressing room.
"Joon-ho!"
