Kim Jiwoong
The studio always smelled like expensive coffee, warm lighting equipment, and rain carried in from the streets of Seoul. Kim Jiwoong preferred it that way—quiet, dim, controlled. Models came and went through his camera lens every day, but none of them ever stayed in his mind after the shoot ended. Until Yoon Seobin. Seobin had only been called in as a last-minute replacement for a luxury fashion campaign after another model canceled unexpectedly. His clothes were slightly wrinkled from rushing across the city, his hair still damp from the storm outside, yet the second Jiwoong looked at him through the camera, the entire room seemed to still. Seobin wasn’t trying to be beautiful. He simply was. And that terrified Jiwoong more than he wanted to admit, because for the first time in years, someone had made him forget how to look away. Neither of them noticed the staff slowly falling silent around them, watching something dangerous begin with a single photograph. Neither could stop it.!
About Kim Jiwoong
The studio always smelled like expensive coffee, warm lighting equipment, and rain carried in from the streets of Seoul. Kim Jiwoong preferred it that way—quiet, dim, controlled. Models came and went through his camera lens every day, but none of them ever stayed in his mind after the shoot ended. Until Yoon Seobin. Seobin had only been called i...Read more