Fix your hair.

Smooth out your dress.

Flex your best angle.

Pose like a queen.

Fake a flawless smile.

You're as ready as you'll ever be.

Roseanne Park gracefully posed as the cameramen carefully instructed. Her tight smile did not waver at the blinding camera flashes. She looked ethereal, as she always did. With a bright red qipao complementing her curves, and her hair amassed in a chignon framing her face, she was ready to leave her fans awestruck. 

The cameraman finally looked up, his lips curved into a content smile.

"That will be all for today. Thank you for your time Ms. Park." The cameraman said cordially.

"Oh please! It's my pleasure to be a part of this shoot." she said warmly as she collected her clothes and headed for the changing rooms.

She came out, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants. As she was advancing for the exit, a voice stopped her.

"Miss Park! Hold up!" 

 Rosé rolled her eyes as she turned to see who it was. Dressed in a pristine white shirt, trousers and a loud suit, a very handsome man was flashing her a bright smile.

Park Jimin. The CEO of her modelling agency.

"I must say, your fans will definitely have some problems breathing after your recent pictures appear in the magazine." He said, the corner of his lips lifted into his usual flirty smirk.

"Are you saying that the pictures shouldn't appear in the magazine?" Rosé asked sarcastically.

"What? Of course not! I would be a sin to keep such beauty to myself." said Jimin, another lousy attempt at flirting, but it seems like Rosé was determined to give him a hard time today.

" It wasn't yours to keep in the first place, Mr. Park." said Rosé monotonously.

"I meant the pictures, Ms. Park." Jimin said, deciding to give up on flirting.

"Should it mean that my beauty is just limited to pictures?" Rosé said, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Do you question the limits of your beauty?" Jimin asked, inching a bit closer.

"Why is this about my looks again?" Rosé asked staring straight into his eyes.

"You were the one who started countering unnecessarily. You were probably doing that to buy more time with me." Jimin stated, smirking. 

Rosé snapped at this. Instead of replying, she clutched her purse and stormed out of the studio, leaving behind an amused Jimin.

She hopped into her car, slamming the door. She rested her head on the steering wheel, in hopes of releasing some of the pent-up frustration. Once she had gotten a grip of herself, she started the car, with sole intents of driving straight home.

It wasn't long before she ran into her first signal. She leaned back into her seat, letting out an impatient sigh. She was nonchalantly looking around when her eyes fell on the side profile of a man. The guy was too familiar for her own good, and her eyes nearly popped out of its sockets once she realized who it was. 

She couldn't believe it. She thought that he had left for good. Why was he here? Didn't he know that he wasn't welcome anymore. She tried to convince herself that it wasn't him. But that unmistakable pale skin, small eyes and gummy smile could only belong to one person.

"She will have to know that he's back." She spoke in a breathless whisper before calling someone up.

A/N: I know that it's not much, but this is all that the Universe has decided to spit into my brain. So you'll have to live with it.