hyuk/hongbin; special
title: special
pairing: hyukbin
rating: pg-13
warnings: none
words: ~1,6k
summary: "it's nice to meet you, too."
a/n: model!au I think? yes.
It’s his eyelashes that Hongbin notices first as the boy extends his hand towards him; Hongbin almost forgets to shake it, unable to shift his eyes away from the way his eyelids close each time he blinks. They look so soft Hongbin feels his fingertips tingle with the want to brush over them, dark lashes fanning out on the top of his cheeks when his eyes close.
The second thing Hongbin notices is the warm smile, boyish on the edges but still very enticing, and Hongbin feels a little lightheaded as he extends his hand to take the other’s.
“I’m Sanghyuk,” he watches his lips say, Hongbin’s eyes unsure where to look; everything catches his focus and yet it’s all to embarrassing to be noticed.
“Hongbin,” he breathes out, shocked at himself for being able to get out a word without stuttering; Sanghyuk’s smile inches wider, and his hand is soft in Hongbin’s.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
Hongbin glances up to Sanghyuk’s eyes, bright and shining in the artificial lights of the studio, and he wonders if he will even be able to work. There’s a lump in his throat suddenly, and he can feel his palm sweating as he realises that it’s his turn to speak; he tries to set up a smile, because his words are nothing but genuine, but the light twinkling in Sanghyuk’s eyes almost blinds him.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.”
-
Sanghyuk’s made for the job, Hongbin soon notices with both excitement and a drop in his stomach as he angles the camera just a little bit further to the right; his jaw, that Hongbin now can admire from afar, is sharp, and his expression is deeper than any sea Hongbin’s ever seen. He gets handsome models and powerful expression every day, but there’s something about Sanghyuk that makes Hongbin’s breath catch in his throat. Maybe he’s getting delusional, Hongbin thinks.
“Could you move a little more to the- yes, that’s great,” Hongbin calls here and there, but he is astonished at how well Sanghyuk acts on his wishes; it’s almost like he can read his mind. It makes Hongbin’s excitement rise, makes him bold to venture into new styles; Sanghyuk fits everything like it’s the concepts adapting to him, and not the other way around.
“How does he do this,” Hongbin mutters to himself during lunch break, when his fingers click through the pictures flashing on the computer screen, fascinated. It feels surreal - no matter how good or renowned a model is, there’s no one this good.
“How does who do what?”
Hongbin jumps a little in his seat, heart beat picking up for a race. He exhales loudly, turning around to face a grinning Sanghyuk (grinning, again, Hongbin almost curses) with his fingers wrapped around a steaming paper cup. The fascination Hongbin feels doesn’t fade as he watches him for a second.
“Uh, just, nevermind,” he coughs then, eyes casting down in embarrassment at the thought that maybe he’s stared too much; he has been far too obvious, now that he thinks back on it.
“Oh, okay. And I thought you meant me doing my job well.”
Hongbin purses his lips a little, can feel the blush spread on his cheeks; Sanghyuk’s warm laugh resonates in his ears as he tries to stutter his way out of it, failing.
“It’s okay, you’re cute!” Sanghyuk says, eyes twinkling as Hongbin meets them, and he feels just a little more like wanting to be swallowed up by the ground; at the end of the day, Hongbin has never felt less professional than in the presence of Sanghyuk.
-
He can’t believe when he gets hired as one of the photographers in charge of the december issue of Vogue, his mind running a hundred miles per hour as he tunes out everything around him; it’s always been his dream, getting that high, and yet he feels weirdly set on earth.
He gets back down into his body and into the meeting he’s having with the editor when she mentions models, and his mind immediately flies to Sanghyuk.
“Him?” the editor says when he voices his thoughts out loud, and Hongbin can tell that’s she’s contemplating, but not yet convinced.
“He’s very special,” Hongbin blurts out before he knows it, and he can feel the warm flush on his cheeks. The editor seems rather amused, but for Hongbin it’s more serious than ever.
“I’ve seen your work with him,” she ponders, eyes boring into his, “and you seem to work well together… The way you put him into spotlight is intriguing.”
Hongbin can feel the allusion heavy in the air, her gaze heavy on him, but he doesn’t falter; he has no reason to deny that Sanghyuk inspires something in his work that he hasn’t experienced before.
“He… is able to capture more than I thought the cameras could show.” Hongbin says; and it his words hit him more now that he’s said them out loud. But then the editor is smiling, and Hongbin feels his stomach flip at the way she seems to read him further than he’d like.
“Alright. I approve of him. I’ll call you for setting the schedule.”
Hongbin blinks, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that he’s going to get Sanghyuk behind the lens of his camera one more time.
(He thinks, later on, that he’s been really, really unprofessional.)
-
This time his fingers start to sweat even before Sanghyuk walks into the brightly lit studio, grip on his camera so loose he almost lets it fall when the stylist comes to ask him about the order of the concepts. He can feel the nerves tingling along his spine and spreading in his stomach, and he feels more sick than excited the longer he waits.
“I guess we meet again.”
Hongbin swallows as he turns around; Sanghyuk is standing, smile as wide and frame as tall as he remembers, and Hongbin notices his eyelashes again, still long and dark and soft. He attempts a smile, and this time it doesn’t falter - maybe being prepared to meet Sanghyuk helps his nerves just a little more.
“I guess we do,” Hongbin deadpans, immediately feeling the urge to facepalm into the floor; he doubts he’ll ever learn to be smooth.
“Are we ready to start?” A voice calls from behind them, and Sanghyuk flashes another one of his toothy smiles that has Hongbin rooted on the spot, feeling a little less prepared than he would like to admit.
Hongbin isn’t as surprised as the others when the shoot ends earlier than expected; every shot he takes is on point, and he’s much more worried about choosing the perfect one out of all of them than about not finding any good ones.
He thanks the stylists and the coordinators, the lighting staff, one by one. Good work, is what he hears the most, and some You’re very talented - it makes his ego boost just a little, enough to give him that floating feeling in his chest.
“You did very well,” he hears then, and when he turns on his heals it’s Sanghyuk who’s looking back into his eyes. Hongbin notices that his smile is almost shy, fleeting a little in the corners, and he wonders why. The bubbling feeling in his chest doesn’t fade as he takes in Sanghyuk’s appearance, eyeliner still heavy around his lid and lips shiny from the gloss, and he thinks he might faint just a little.
“You, uhm,” Hongbin starts, flickering from Sanghyuk’s eyes to his lips and back up, “you too.”
Sanghyuk lets out a deep chuckle, and it rings in Hongbin’s ears. He’s almost sad that he has to wrap everything up now - it’s times like these when he wishes that Sanghyuk wouldn’t be so damn good at what he does.
“I heard you were the one that wanted me for this shooting.”
The words hang in the air between them, Hongbin stilling on the spot; he can feel the usual embarrassment creep up his limbs and his cheeks. He opens and closes his mouth, because he can’t think of anything to say; the bright twinkle surfacing in Sanghyuk’s eyes seems to do it for him.
“We should grab a coffee sometime,” Sanghyuk then says, and Hongbin thinks his heart is going to burst out of his ribs. It’s not a question; Hongbin knows that there is no way he would back out of that offer, and he is embarrassingly sure that Sanghyuk is aware of it, too.
He nods, mostly to himself, but then Sanghyuk presses a crumbled piece of paper into his fingers, their eyes meeting again before he turns around, and it’s weird; weird because Hongbin suddenly feels at ease, his fingers tightening on the little rip of paper in his hand, and he is sure that by now, he’s surpassed all levels of unprofessionalism he’s ever acquired.
(Hongbin wonders if five hours is too short a time to be putting that phone number to use, but he gets a reply from Sanghyuk in less than a minute, and he thinks that maybe he’s not been so unprofessional after all.)
(It’s months later, when Sanghyuk’s hair curled in between his fingers and his tongue licking along the roof of his mouth that Hongbin realises how downright weird he must have seemed to Sanghyuk, simply staring eighty percent of the time, and he makes it up to him with his chest pressed flush against the wall and his hand down his pants as he kisses his flushing skin.)
pairing: hyukbin
rating: pg-13
warnings: none
words: ~1,6k
summary: "it's nice to meet you, too."
a/n: model!au I think? yes.
It’s his eyelashes that Hongbin notices first as the boy extends his hand towards him; Hongbin almost forgets to shake it, unable to shift his eyes away from the way his eyelids close each time he blinks. They look so soft Hongbin feels his fingertips tingle with the want to brush over them, dark lashes fanning out on the top of his cheeks when his eyes close.
The second thing Hongbin notices is the warm smile, boyish on the edges but still very enticing, and Hongbin feels a little lightheaded as he extends his hand to take the other’s.
“I’m Sanghyuk,” he watches his lips say, Hongbin’s eyes unsure where to look; everything catches his focus and yet it’s all to embarrassing to be noticed.
“Hongbin,” he breathes out, shocked at himself for being able to get out a word without stuttering; Sanghyuk’s smile inches wider, and his hand is soft in Hongbin’s.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
Hongbin glances up to Sanghyuk’s eyes, bright and shining in the artificial lights of the studio, and he wonders if he will even be able to work. There’s a lump in his throat suddenly, and he can feel his palm sweating as he realises that it’s his turn to speak; he tries to set up a smile, because his words are nothing but genuine, but the light twinkling in Sanghyuk’s eyes almost blinds him.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.”
-
Sanghyuk’s made for the job, Hongbin soon notices with both excitement and a drop in his stomach as he angles the camera just a little bit further to the right; his jaw, that Hongbin now can admire from afar, is sharp, and his expression is deeper than any sea Hongbin’s ever seen. He gets handsome models and powerful expression every day, but there’s something about Sanghyuk that makes Hongbin’s breath catch in his throat. Maybe he’s getting delusional, Hongbin thinks.
“Could you move a little more to the- yes, that’s great,” Hongbin calls here and there, but he is astonished at how well Sanghyuk acts on his wishes; it’s almost like he can read his mind. It makes Hongbin’s excitement rise, makes him bold to venture into new styles; Sanghyuk fits everything like it’s the concepts adapting to him, and not the other way around.
“How does he do this,” Hongbin mutters to himself during lunch break, when his fingers click through the pictures flashing on the computer screen, fascinated. It feels surreal - no matter how good or renowned a model is, there’s no one this good.
“How does who do what?”
Hongbin jumps a little in his seat, heart beat picking up for a race. He exhales loudly, turning around to face a grinning Sanghyuk (grinning, again, Hongbin almost curses) with his fingers wrapped around a steaming paper cup. The fascination Hongbin feels doesn’t fade as he watches him for a second.
“Uh, just, nevermind,” he coughs then, eyes casting down in embarrassment at the thought that maybe he’s stared too much; he has been far too obvious, now that he thinks back on it.
“Oh, okay. And I thought you meant me doing my job well.”
Hongbin purses his lips a little, can feel the blush spread on his cheeks; Sanghyuk’s warm laugh resonates in his ears as he tries to stutter his way out of it, failing.
“It’s okay, you’re cute!” Sanghyuk says, eyes twinkling as Hongbin meets them, and he feels just a little more like wanting to be swallowed up by the ground; at the end of the day, Hongbin has never felt less professional than in the presence of Sanghyuk.
-
He can’t believe when he gets hired as one of the photographers in charge of the december issue of Vogue, his mind running a hundred miles per hour as he tunes out everything around him; it’s always been his dream, getting that high, and yet he feels weirdly set on earth.
He gets back down into his body and into the meeting he’s having with the editor when she mentions models, and his mind immediately flies to Sanghyuk.
“Him?” the editor says when he voices his thoughts out loud, and Hongbin can tell that’s she’s contemplating, but not yet convinced.
“He’s very special,” Hongbin blurts out before he knows it, and he can feel the warm flush on his cheeks. The editor seems rather amused, but for Hongbin it’s more serious than ever.
“I’ve seen your work with him,” she ponders, eyes boring into his, “and you seem to work well together… The way you put him into spotlight is intriguing.”
Hongbin can feel the allusion heavy in the air, her gaze heavy on him, but he doesn’t falter; he has no reason to deny that Sanghyuk inspires something in his work that he hasn’t experienced before.
“He… is able to capture more than I thought the cameras could show.” Hongbin says; and it his words hit him more now that he’s said them out loud. But then the editor is smiling, and Hongbin feels his stomach flip at the way she seems to read him further than he’d like.
“Alright. I approve of him. I’ll call you for setting the schedule.”
Hongbin blinks, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that he’s going to get Sanghyuk behind the lens of his camera one more time.
(He thinks, later on, that he’s been really, really unprofessional.)
-
This time his fingers start to sweat even before Sanghyuk walks into the brightly lit studio, grip on his camera so loose he almost lets it fall when the stylist comes to ask him about the order of the concepts. He can feel the nerves tingling along his spine and spreading in his stomach, and he feels more sick than excited the longer he waits.
“I guess we meet again.”
Hongbin swallows as he turns around; Sanghyuk is standing, smile as wide and frame as tall as he remembers, and Hongbin notices his eyelashes again, still long and dark and soft. He attempts a smile, and this time it doesn’t falter - maybe being prepared to meet Sanghyuk helps his nerves just a little more.
“I guess we do,” Hongbin deadpans, immediately feeling the urge to facepalm into the floor; he doubts he’ll ever learn to be smooth.
“Are we ready to start?” A voice calls from behind them, and Sanghyuk flashes another one of his toothy smiles that has Hongbin rooted on the spot, feeling a little less prepared than he would like to admit.
Hongbin isn’t as surprised as the others when the shoot ends earlier than expected; every shot he takes is on point, and he’s much more worried about choosing the perfect one out of all of them than about not finding any good ones.
He thanks the stylists and the coordinators, the lighting staff, one by one. Good work, is what he hears the most, and some You’re very talented - it makes his ego boost just a little, enough to give him that floating feeling in his chest.
“You did very well,” he hears then, and when he turns on his heals it’s Sanghyuk who’s looking back into his eyes. Hongbin notices that his smile is almost shy, fleeting a little in the corners, and he wonders why. The bubbling feeling in his chest doesn’t fade as he takes in Sanghyuk’s appearance, eyeliner still heavy around his lid and lips shiny from the gloss, and he thinks he might faint just a little.
“You, uhm,” Hongbin starts, flickering from Sanghyuk’s eyes to his lips and back up, “you too.”
Sanghyuk lets out a deep chuckle, and it rings in Hongbin’s ears. He’s almost sad that he has to wrap everything up now - it’s times like these when he wishes that Sanghyuk wouldn’t be so damn good at what he does.
“I heard you were the one that wanted me for this shooting.”
The words hang in the air between them, Hongbin stilling on the spot; he can feel the usual embarrassment creep up his limbs and his cheeks. He opens and closes his mouth, because he can’t think of anything to say; the bright twinkle surfacing in Sanghyuk’s eyes seems to do it for him.
“We should grab a coffee sometime,” Sanghyuk then says, and Hongbin thinks his heart is going to burst out of his ribs. It’s not a question; Hongbin knows that there is no way he would back out of that offer, and he is embarrassingly sure that Sanghyuk is aware of it, too.
He nods, mostly to himself, but then Sanghyuk presses a crumbled piece of paper into his fingers, their eyes meeting again before he turns around, and it’s weird; weird because Hongbin suddenly feels at ease, his fingers tightening on the little rip of paper in his hand, and he is sure that by now, he’s surpassed all levels of unprofessionalism he’s ever acquired.
(Hongbin wonders if five hours is too short a time to be putting that phone number to use, but he gets a reply from Sanghyuk in less than a minute, and he thinks that maybe he’s not been so unprofessional after all.)
(It’s months later, when Sanghyuk’s hair curled in between his fingers and his tongue licking along the roof of his mouth that Hongbin realises how downright weird he must have seemed to Sanghyuk, simply staring eighty percent of the time, and he makes it up to him with his chest pressed flush against the wall and his hand down his pants as he kisses his flushing skin.)