Gaeul grabbed onto the hem of her one-piece dress. She couldn’t believe that this rather fluttery yellow dress cost 700 thousand won. It looked like it would only cost 30,000 won at the shopping mall in front of her house.

“Models, please get ready,” said the woman, who she saw when she just arrived at the studio, with a clap.

“I think I’m going to suffocate if I keep wearing this,” Heewon grumbled.

He was wearing a gray check-patterned shirt and indigo overalls. He kept touching the blackish-red bow tie around his neck as though he found it uncomfortable. Whenever he did so, the stylist next to him told him not to touch it.

“Looks good on you.”

“Don’t laugh.”

Gaeul pouted. As Heewon usually wore similar-looking t-shirts and trainers usually, overalls and proper formal shoes would feel like nothing but annoying pieces of cloth and leather.

“Should we start with you, Mr. Heewon?”

The photographer told him to stand in the middle of the set. There were two old tables and three chairs without backrests. One of those chairs had fallen down.

“You said that this is your first time modeling, right? For now, please stand in the middle like that. As for your face, keep it expressionless as much as possible. However, don’t tense or relax your eyes too much.”

Heewon stood upright. Gaeul covered...