The shoot ended. Dawoon turned around to look at Baekhoon and the photographer talking to one another. What were they talking about? She could hear some whisper:

Jung Dawoon isn’t as good as Haneul when they’re side by side. We should’ve gone with a single shoot instead.

She felt a burst of dizziness. When she came to, she found herself standing next to the photographer and Baekhoon.

“Let’s pick a few from the B cuts as well and compare them. It’ll feel different when they’re actually printed. Also….”

Baekhoon cut the photographer off and hinted at him. The photographer then left, saying that they should meet later.

“Anything you want to say?”

“No, nothing.” She shook her head. She could hear someone muttering while she was talking to Baekhoon:

Now that I look at it, Jung Dawoon is just a counterfeit Han Haneul. She’s low quality.

Even if she blocked her ears, she would continue to hear this sound. After all, the voice came from within her, not outside.

She forced herself to smile. It was only then that the whispers faded away.

“You look tired.”

“A little.”

“You should go home early then.”

“Isn’t today an appointed day?”

Baekhoon looked at his watch. As it was an analog...