Backstage at COEX, the air was thick with sweat, perfume, and the crackle of celebration. Models whooped and squealed, dressers popped open mini champagne bottles, stylists hugged, and someone started a conga line that nearly bulldozed a nervous PR intern. Camera flashes stuttered everywhere—photographers snapping candids for the brands' socials, assistants recording TikToks and Weibo snippets. The runway had been packed, the seats full, and nobody could deny it: LUNE and Lumina had stolen the night.
Min-Kyung was all but mobbed, her assistants practically weeping with exhaustion as models and overseas buyers offered air kisses and fawning praise. She looked flushed, almost wild, her hair escaping its careful updo, lipstick half-bitten away by the strain. "We survived," she breathed to Mirae, who just grinned, eyes still glossy from the final runway walk.
