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[Blessed-cursed] - [Enhypen]

Jay's eyes fluttered open as the morning sunlight painted soft hues across his bedroom. His manager's voice cut through the tranquility, breaking the silence with unexpected news.

"Jay, wake up! We've got big news," his manager exclaimed, a palpable excitement in his tone.

Jay rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the sudden intrusion into his peaceful awakening. "What's going on?" he mumbled, still half-asleep.

"We've just landed a Calvin Klein photoshoot. Can you believe it?" His manager's words hung in the air, the weight of the announcement slowly sinking in.

Jay's drowsiness evaporated, replaced by a surge of anticipation. "Calvin Klein? Seriously?"

"Yep, seriously. Get ready, Jay. This is going to be a game-changer."

As the news settled in, his mind wandered to another question that had been tugging at him lately.

"By the way, when am i performing again? It's been a month," he inquired, a hint of restlessness in his voice.

"jay-ah you know its not up to me it is bang si hyuk's choice after all but i'll put it in a good word for you"

The photoshoot set exudes an ethereal ambiance, blending modern elegance with a touch of mystique. Bathed in soft, diffused lighting, the spacious studio features pristine white walls adorned with large, ornate mirrors that reflect the play of light.

A sleek, minimalist vanity adorned with assorted makeup and hairstyling tools stands in one corner, contrasting with the luxurious, plush seating areas scattered strategically.

In the center, a sleek photography backdrop commands attention, its color transitioning between cool and warm tones with a tap on the lighting controls.

The set is adorned with carefully curated props—velvet drapes cascading gracefully, vintage-inspired furniture, and strategically placed potted plants that add a touch of nature. The air is filled with the subtle scent of fresh flowers, contributing to the overall aesthetic appeal.

As Jay readied himself, he sighed and looked around, spotting two people, who he assumed was his stylist and make-up artist, running towards him.

this wasn't the first time he had done something out of his element—and certainly wouldn't be the last—so he didn't know why today was so different.

all he had to do was flaunt his body like he usually did, take a few pictures, then answer their questions so theyd wrote it in the magazine,

jay sucked in a breath and turned to the two girls who stood silently beside him, one with an entire rack of clothing behind her and the other with the largest makeup kit he had ever seen.

out of curiosity, he looked at them both. "why are you guys so quiet?"

the two of them looked like they were about to explode and immediately started squealing, touching every bit of his body.

"i am a huge fan of yours! i've seen every single one of your fancams and watched all your interviews ! i'm so honored to be working with you!"

"me too! i have all the magazines you featured in, as well as—"

jay held up his hand, signaling for them to stop talking. "forget i asked." he flashed them a charming smile before turning on his heel and walking towards the dressing rooms backstage, both girls hot on his trail.

he must've forgotten that curiosity killed the fucking cat just as it did his energy.

The fans were incredible, and Jay genuinely appreciated their support. However, the spectrum of fan interactions varied significantly. He had a soft spot for the polite and considerate ones—the fans who requested autographs or selfies without being overly assertive.

On the flip side, there were the more intrusive ones who invaded his personal space, declaring their unwavering love. If Jay showed no interest or politely declined, some would become loud and demanding, expecting an instant romantic connection as if it were an obligation on his part.

Exhaling heavily, Jay took a seat in one of the vacant chairs, observing himself in the mirror. The two girls behind him sported wide grins, their infectious excitement palpable.

Jay found himself chuckling at their enthusiasm, unintentionally amplifying their excitement.

Throughout the next forty-five minutes, they formed an unexpected bond. His stylist, makeup artist, and himself quickly clicked, discovering their shared passion for dessert souvenirs from various places.

With a groan, the black-haired male ran a hand down his face, expressing his frustration. "I hate this so much," he grumbled, sporting the biggest frown as he sifted through the pile of underwear on the table.

His jaw dropped when he encountered a piece of clothing with a waistband extending into two other pieces of material, the label on the bedazzled waistband catching his attention.

it was a fucking jockstrap

The stylist's audible gasp echoed from a distance. "How about... something else?" The mere suggestion was motivation enough for him to put it on.

Halfway through unbuckling his pants, he heard the woman squeal before swiftly leaving the room. A smug grin crept onto Jay's face as he shook his head lightly, pulling down his jeans. "Some things never change," he mused, reflecting on the perpetual attention that seemed to accompany his every move.

He was still fawned over by the majority of the population and his popularity increased every day he walked, breathed and showed his face to the public.

Quickly discarding his banana-print boxers and slipping into the too-tight black boxer shorts paired with the specified jeans intended to preserve his image, Jay turned to scrutinize himself in the mirror, flexing his biceps and pecs. "Damn, I look good."

"You've gotten more confident," a voice remarked.

The male swiftly spun around, eyes widening at the sight of Sora leaning against the door with a slight smile on her face. In her hands, she held a notepad, a gray coat, and her black chanel handbag.

"Doctor," he rasped, taking a step forward towards Sora. "What are you doing here?"

Especially now that he was in nothing but jeans, the Calvin Klein waistband slightly imprinting on the flesh of his hip.

Sora cracked a smile as she stood and flicked her finger against her notepad. "Simple evaluation."

Even her smile—albeit a friendly one—was enough to make his mouth feel dry and that previous lump he had tried to swallow reappear.

"Evaluating?" Internally, he winced at the unintentional pitch in his voice.

She was here solely for evaluation, observing how he navigated work, interacted with coworkers and friends—mundane aspects of his life.

Sora kept him in the dark intentionally; she didn't want him putting on a facade just because he knew she was supervising. Her past experience with patients changing behavior when monitored led to this unexpected, unannounced approach—no prior warning, just a few exchanged calls with his agency.

His manager agreed, setting the shoot time for her observation.

Yet, no one bothered to mention she'd see Jay half naked.

Sora cleared her throat and averted her gaze, nervously playing with the edge of her notepad. "I am just here to watch you work, Mr. Park, nothing more." And definitely nothing less.

Jay took a moment to compose himself before leaving the room, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

As he stepped out of the dressing room, it felt like a scene from a movie where the main character enters a room, and all eyes turn to them. A rush of cold air hit his bare torso.

Her eyes turned towards Jay, and she smiled a smile that could have vanquished nations. It showcased the dimple in her right cheek and illuminated her brown irises.

Sora was undeniably beautiful, and, damn it, she knew it.

Something pierced Jay's chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe. In that moment, the only thing that mattered was the breathtaking smile Sora—his official therapist—had just bestowed upon him.

"i am so fucked." he whispered under his breath before beginning to take his first steps towards the black and white gold set up.

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