Ms. Beasty And Mr. Arrogant Beauty

Fear I

Stood in the well-lit studio, his presence commanding attention. Dressed in carefully selected attire, he exuded a blend of sharpness, elegance, and a hint of expense that resonated through the room. The clothes clung to his muscled frame, defining his physique with a subtle power.

The atmosphere buzzed with an unspoken awe as the staff observed him. Their admiration was palpable, evident in the hushed whispers and exchanged glances. Kang Yejun's professionalism radiated, a seamless fusion with the natural grace that characterized his every move.

The clothing, carefully chosen and styled, transformed him into a vision of allure. Each fabric fold and tailored line accentuated his charisma. The staff, assigned to dress and enhanced his visual, reveled a satisfaction of emotion as they witnessed their creation.

As the camera began to flash, freezing moments into still frames, Yejun's gaze remained stoic, his emotionless face a canvas for the camera's lens, added a mysterious allure. It was not indifference but a deliberate choice, a calculated move that heightened the allure of the scene. The staff, huddled behind the photographer, exchanged whispers of admiration

The rhythmic clicking of the camera synced with Kang Yejun's poses. Each angle captured the play of light on the carefully chosen fabrics, highlighting the details.

The room echoed with a collective understanding—both the clothes and picture will be sold immediately after they are released.

Kang Yejun's muscled silhouette moved with a fluidity that belied the effort behind each pose. The onlookers wonder at the fusion of strength and grace surrounded in every frame. The clothes were not just adornments, they were extensions of his persona, expanding the magnetic pull he effortlessly exuded.

In that studio, Kang Yejun stood as a living canvas, a testament to the power of collaboration between a gifted person and the hands that crafted his visual. As the last flash, a hand from the computer, monitoring and checking each photo being taken signaled a thumb's up, indicating the photoshoot is over and will take a short break.

Kang Yejun smiled, slightly bowed, showing respect and politeness. He then left the spotlight and settled into a chair, making himself comfortable and relaxed. This was what he had been waiting for.

Engrossed in his phone playing a game, and indulged in a snack, momentarily detached from reality. It was only a short moment of peace when his break was suddenly interrupted by someone.

"Yejun!" A voice called him, it was Heewon, his manager looking happy, holding a phone while walking towards him.

'He must receive some good news for him to this happy.'

Kang Yejun just raised his eyebrow as he stare at Heewon.

As Heewon approached him with a gleam of excitement in his eyes, the news unfurled, a next big and important photoshoot offer, a chance to grace another opulent brand.

Hearing it, Kang Yejun's face subtly lit up, the chance of elevating his career dangling enticingly before him. He smiled in satisfaction.

Yet, as Heewon relayed him the details, a fleeting shadow of concern crossed his face. He hesitated, weighting whether to disclose a particular aspect of the upcoming shoot. The unspoken information hovered in the air, a silent decision to keep a crucial detail veiled.

Distracted by the news, Kang Yejun didn't notice Heewon's hesitance. With only 5 minutes left before they resumed the photoshoot, the staff gradually became busy again, preparing what needed to be prepared.

The studio buzzed with the hum of preparation when a figure emerge from the door, walking confidently towards a certain direction.

Kang Yejun was busy talking to his manager when he suddenly notice someone's presence. Seo Joon-ho, made his entrance, a person who always compete with Yejun for unknown reason, walking towards him with a smug face.

As Joon-ho strolled confidently through the studio, a wake of hushed whispers and fluttering hearts followed him. He was the figure who effortlessly induced a blush upon the faces of onlooking girls. Tall, handsome, impeccably dressed, and exuding an air of undeniable charm.

Kang Yejun, who was feeling a little bit of joy earlier turned sour, he looked ahead with a measured disinterest as his rival drew near.

"Yejun, my man! You're looking sharper than ever," Joon-ho exclaimed, a plastic smile adorning his face. The girls in the vicinity blushed, a reaction Joon-ho was all too accustomed to inducing.

Kang Yejun, however, responded with nonchalant as he looked at the person in front then looked at his phone to view the time. "It's quite early for you to ruined my day."

"What?" Seo Joon-ho, dumfounded by the words.

"Nothing, anyways. Save your flattery, Joon-ho. We both know it's as fake as your designer smile," he joked, a thinly veiled retort.

Joon-ho, undeterred by the lack of enthusiasm, continued the verbal charade. "No, really, Yejun. I've always admired your style, your presence—it's unmatched." he continued, his words dripping with insincerity.

Kang Yejun, now openly bored, sighed audibly. "Save the performance for the cameras, Joon-ho. We're not here for a fashion theater. What do you really want?" His words carried a note of impatience, a desire to cut through the superficiality.

Joon-ho, with a seemingly apologetic smile, leaned in. "Yejun, my friend, I was just here to visit you."

"Since when did we become close?" He retorted, acting confused and innocent, clearly showing he doesn't know what this snake man is claiming, making Seo Joon-ho laugh loudly.

"Come on, cutting our friendship just because the movie you were about to lead was suddenly given to me."

"Oh no, I'm not. We aren't even friends to begin with. How can you cut something that doesn't even exist in the first place?" He said, tilting his head. "Plus, the movie was cheap and didn't have a nice plot or development. It isn't worthy of me to act in that kind of movie. It will only damage my reputation."

"Well, the viewer's say the opposite, isn't it why, my dear friend, Yejun, the movie won 3 awards and an achievement?"

"Well, the viewer's is alll your fans. Fans are loyal to their idol, streaming and making it viral no matter how bad it is." kang Yejun smiled.

The people around the two, hearing the words they exchanged, agreed with Kang Yejun at his last retort to Joonho's words. They whispered their opinions about how correct Yejun's words were. The movie wasn't really bad nor good, but it didn't satisfy the viewers as they watched the whole scene, leaving them confused about why it got viral.

In the middle of the whispers, Kang Yejun smiled at Joonho. "See? They think the same too."

Seo Joonho's hands turned to fist as he smiled. "Enough chit-chat, I'm not here to start a fight. I just thought you should know about the next photoshoot. It's a big one, you know?" He glanced around, ensuring the audience for their conversation. He was a success, their attention shifted immediately after hearing the news.

Kang Yejun, mildly intrigued, raised an eyebrow. "And why would I care about the details of your glamorous life?"

Joon-ho chuckled, feeling he got the upper hand of the conversation this time, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Oh, Yejun, you'll care about this one. You'll be posing with someone. Intimately. Touching and all that jazz," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Kang Yejun's composure shifted. The nonchalance evaporated, replaced by a subtle tenseness.

'Is it my upcoming photoshoot?'

He looked at Joon-ho, his eyes searching for any signs of deceit. Heewon, who just watch the scene on the side, sensing the shift, He's worry growing.

Seo Joon-ho continued, reveling in the revelation. "I thought you'd want to know. After all, it's not every day you get up close and personal with a co-model, right?"

'Heewon... Why?'

The weight of Joon-ho's words settled on Kang Yejun like a heavy cloak. Heewon shot a worried look in Yejun's direction, silently pleading for understanding. The unspoken tension in the studio became palpable, a silent battle playing out in the midst of their conversation.

Joon-ho, enjoying the discomfort he had stirred, offered a feigned apology. "My bad, Yejun. Didn't mean to ruin the surprise for you." His eyes, however, betrayed a satisfaction, a calculated move to disrupt Kang Yejun's equilibrium.

Kang Yejun, now cold and composed, masked his simmering irritation with a deceptive smile, a facade that barely concealed the sharp barbs hidden within his response. "No worries, apology accepted. I am used to you becoming my reporter everytime offer like this happens." His words, seemingly a compliment, concealed a layer of disdain.

Translation: Your determination to bring me down reveals a level of incompetence and worthlessness that goes beyond being pathetic or pitiful, it's downright laughable and contemptibe. A proof to your utter incompetence.

The studio, now a witness to this verbal sparring, buzzed with electric intensity. Joonho, who understood the implications behind Kang Yejun's words, couldn't help but feel annoyed and angry.

The photoshoot, momentarily paused, continued amid the ongoing heated argument between the two famous actors.

"Mr. Seo..."

The man near Joonho, wearing a white suit, hair neatly styled and wearing a glasses while holding a clip board on his hand.

"It's time to go." His voice was firm as he said those words.

Seo Joon-ho nooded, he turned his gazed back to Kang Yejun and smiled victoriously. "As I love to have a chat with you much longer, I afraid I'll be late at my next appointment."

"The feelings are opposite, you are more than welcome to leave. Besides," Kang Yejun closed his eyes and sniffed around, leaving Heewon and Seo Joonho confused as they stared at Kang Yejun. "This place now reeks of envy, my nose is already hurting."

Seo Joonho eyebrows twitch, he was about to say a word for retort but the man, besides him, might be his manager, signaled, Making Seo Joonho stop and just sigh. They turned their back and withdraw from the scene.

"Cancel 'that' shoot," Kang Yejun's voice cut through the tension, his tone resolute. His eyes was watching the back of those two. Heewon, caught off guard, attempted to reason, but Kang's unwavering gaze silenced any protest. Determination etched across his face, Kang Yejun stood firm, dismissing the whispers within the studio walls.

Yejun turned and proceeded to prepare himself. He entered the changing room, changed his outfit to match the next theme of the shoot, and then sat in a chair while the makeup artist retouched his face.

The hushed backstage atmosphere, Kang Yejun sat in the makeup chair, his usually vibrant eyes shadowed by a contemplative gaze. The makeup artist, accustomed to his stoic demeanor, worked diligently on enhancing his features, but even she couldn't ignore the palpable unease surrounding him.

Earlier, after the conversation with Joonho, a subtle shift had settled over Yejun. The crew, aware of the nuances of their star, exchanged knowing glances. The canceled photoshoot had caused a stirr of murmur earlier, and it seemed to be at the core of Yejun's quiet distress.

As the makeup artist delicately applied foundation, she stole a glance at his reflection. Yejun's distant look showed that he was going through something more than the usual makeup routine. His usual confident and charming demeanor appeared briefly subdued.

The crew members, who had worked with him for five years, were already aware that Yejun consistently avoided participating in close or intimate poses, a deliberate choice that had defined his five-year journey as a model and actor. Rumors circulated about rejected offers, profitable scripts turned down, all of which included scenes of intimacy that he immediately refused. No one knows why.

Heewon, watching discreetly from the corner, felt the weight of concern settle on his shoulders. Despite Yejun's rising fame, the manager understood the delicate balance between protecting his artist's preferences and navigating a path that could lead to broader success. Guilt gnawed at him for withholding the truth about the upcoming intimate photoshoot, a decision made in hopes that it might be the start for Yejun to confront and overcome his fears.

In the midst of this silent contemplation, the makeup room buzzed with subdued activity. The hum of hairdryers and whispered conversations formed a backdrop to Yejun's internal struggle. It was a scene of quiet tension, a moment in time where the path of Kang Yejun's career hung delicately in the balance, and the crew, each with their own speculation.

AS the photoshoot wrapped up, Kang Yejun reclined in the plush leather seat of the car, a subtle sigh escaping his lips. The hum of the engine and the distant city sounds formed a backdrop to his solitude. With a worn planner in hand, he and his manager drive to the next location.