The afternoon sun streamed through the big studio windows, casting a glow over the set where Han Jehoon was standing. He didn't even need to put in any effort to look good, his presence already did half the job for the camera.
The photographer shouted a few commands, flashes went off, and Jehoon's face shifted seamlessly between charm and indifference, like it was second nature to him.
Nearby, Mi Rae watched, holding a paper fan in one hand and his water bottle in the other. When the photographer finally called for a short break, Jehoon let out a breath, running a hand through his hair as he made his way over. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin, but his smile was still effortless.
"You're doing great," Mi Rae said softly, handing him the bottle. "Those shots look like they'd sell like hotcakes."
Jehoon chuckled, tipping the bottle back. "You really think that?"
