* * *
Dokgo Min stared blankly at the subject placed before her.
An unfamiliar color seeped into a space she knew too well.
A bluish light—long unused and shoved into a corner—spilled hazy dust as it powered on.
“Blue....”
Until a mont ago, Dokgo Min’s thoughts had been unfocused.
Han Yeoreum pulled sothing out of that haze.
“I thought this kind of lighting might work. Sothing unfamiliar. You’re so good with colors, Dokgo Min–sunbae.”
Dokgo Min had suffered through a long slump.
She’d tried everything she could think of to escape it.
Right... why didn’t I think of this until now?
She’d changed her studio, changed her cara, cycled through countless models—
But none of them had ever sparked her inspiration.
“Like this— the lighting—”
Yeoreum adjusted the not-yet-heated lamp.
As the light shifted, it rippled across her face.
That slight movent sent a cascade of sensations through Dokgo Min.
“Han Yeoreum...”
Cool, clear, vivid, fresh.
“This angle right now.”
In that blink, the cloudy lump of inspiration hardened into shape.
“Good.”
For once, the girl who normally babbled nonstop spoke plainly.
There it is.
Yeoreum rembered Dokgo Min’s old interview from before regression and smirked.
—Inspiration, hmm~... I get distracted easily. Before I start shooting, I can’t organize my thoughts.
But once sothing clicks? I get clean. In my head, in my speech, everything.
As ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) if confirming Yeoreum’s mory, Dokgo Min’s lips slowly curled upward.
Her cat-like eyes combed over Yeoreum, leaving nothing unchecked—
a gaze fiercely calculating how to capture perfection through the lens.
“Mmm~ correction.”
She stepped closer, tilting her head, studying Yeoreum from every direction.
“It’s not just that I like it...”
Her eyes burned with desire. Then she blinked—hard.
Click, click.
As if her eyelids themselves were shutters.
“I like it a lot.”
Yeoreum bead at the praise.
A smile that suited the blue lighting almost too well.
For an instant, joy flickered in Dokgo Min’s eyes.
“This isn’t the ti to stand around! Right now—this mont!”
She shouted, then moved with explosive speed.
Clack, clack, clack.
She raised the tripod high, reset the monitor angle, yanked out the charging battery and shoved it into the cara.
Blue light wrapped around her glasses as she pushed them up.
“What are you doing? Don’t just stand there—co here!”
Turning her head, calling Yeoreum over, her profile carried a sharp, shadowed confidence.
“I’m going to show you a face you’ve never seen before.”
Click—!
Shutter sounds filled the studio.
It was the mont a genius photographer’s muse was born.
* * *
After connecting the cara to her computer, Dokgo Min began sorting through the photos she liked.
Pick out the A-cuts and delete everything else.
That was her usual thod.
Anything below an A-cut was never worth revisiting and only took up storage.
“Mmm~ this is a problem.”
But as she scrolled quickly, she fell into serious conflict.
“Why?”
“They’re all A-cuts. All of them! Ugh, my genius hasn’t rusted at all.”
Every photo was an A-cut.
No—several surpassed that, worthy of calling S-cuts.
“I thought it was a slump, but it was just a step back before leaping forward... This is a kind of terrifying talent.”
She went through photo after photo, marking them with hearts.
Click, click, click.
Her mouse clicked nonstop.
She was so absorbed she didn’t even hear Yeoreum leave the room.
Where did this even co from?
The girl said she was in acting, right?
The model who visited her today was acting in front of the lens.
Each cut looked back at her with a different gaze.
There’s not a single shot I can throw away.
Han Yeoreum had not been awkward in front of the cara for even a second.
Not once.
Where did...
Even professional models usually wasted the first few shots—
facial muscles adjusting, angles testing the lighting,
a single photograph containing countless variables.
But her? What is this?
Actors, people said, were those who spoke with their eyes.
They had to convey every emotion solely through their gaze—
to tell a story through it.
How can she...
And beyond that, actors had to spark curiosity with nothing but their eyes.
Han Yeoreum fulfilled all those conditions effortlessly.
You can do it, right?
As if daring the lens to keep up,
as if no amount of attention was ever enough.
Click, click, click.
Dokgo Min spent the whole night polishing Yeoreum’s photos.
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And so, she finished editing every single photo without deleting even one.
For so reason... I feel like I’ll look at Han Yeoreum’s photos again...
No—she was certain she would.
* * *
Ding—!
[!Debuff!]
The user’s skill [〈Instant Shutter〉] locked due to [Slump] has been unlocked!
[Dokgo Min] has gained inspiration from you!
[First Title] has been awarded.]
Several shimring system windows popped up at once.
With a buzzing sound effect, I received my first title.
[Na: Han Yeoreum]
Level: Unknown
Title: Dokgo Min’s Muse
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