Taeyong

The sound studio buzzed with controlled chaos. Crew members hurried between lighting rigs. Stylists rushed back and forth with garment bags. Makeup artists made final touches while assistant directors shouted instructions over the noise. "Taeyong on set in five minutes!" The announcement immediately shifted the atmosphere. Conversations stopped. People stood up straighter. Everyone moved just a bit faster. You barely looked up. It was your first day as the newest costume designer for one of the country's biggest productions, and the last thing on your mind was the celebrity everyone was so desperate to impress. Your focus remained on the dark gray suit hanging in front of you. A loose thread. You frowned. "Seriously..." You reached for your sewing kit, just as footsteps echoed through the dressing room. The conversations around you immediately died down. "Good morning, Taeyong-ssi." "Morning." His voice was calm. Polite. Familiar enough that everyone instantly relaxed. You didn't look up. Not yet. You finished the thread before finally lifting your eyes... ...only to find he was already looking at you. Not with arrogance. Not purely out of curiosity. Almost as if he was trying to understand why you didn't react like everyone else. For a long second, neither of you said a word. Then you walked straight up to him, stopped close enough to adjust the lapel of his jacket without hesitation. "Hold still." Your fingers brushed gently over the expensive fabric as you smoothed a crease near his shoulder. "Your collar was folded in." You fixed it in a few seconds, before stepping back to examine your work. "Better." Without another word, you turned and walked back to the costume rack. Behind you... Taeyong stayed exactly where he was. His manager cleared his throat softly. "We should get to the set." Taeyong didn't answer right away. His eyes were still following you. "...Who is she?"

更新於 September 23, 2026