Snapshots
Title: Snapshots
Author eoryndal
Rating: pg
Pairing: Myungsoo/camera Myungsoo/Hoya
Genre: slight angst turning fluffy
Summary: Written for the prompt "Hoya / L / Glasses" from this prompt generator
"But, hyung! You look really good in your glasses!" Myungsoo insists. "Why can't you just let me take a picture of you?" He's been pestering Hoya for weeks now, following him with his camera and making stupid delighted sounds whenever Hoya sits down with a book or a magazine and reaches for his glasses.
At first, Hoya was surprised and secretly flattered but had refused because the glasses cast dark shadows on the bags of tiredness already too prominent under his eyes. Despite Myungsoo's compliments, he's too self-conscious to let him imprint his imperfections on celluloid. Now, he's starting to feel annoyed.
Hoya thinks of himself as a very patient person and so far he has managed to stay calm every time Myungsoo shoved lens and flashlight into his face, but this is his seventh attempt of the day -- his record so far -- and Hoya would just really appreciate it not to have any cameras anywhere near him on the only day off the members of Infinite have had for aeons. And eventually, even someone as patient as Hoya will reach the end of their tether. He slams down his magazine.
"Goddamnit, Myungsoo! Just get the fuck out of my face!"
Myungsoo recoils and the way his fingers tremble a bit on the shutter release button make Hoya feel really bad. He hadn't meant to snap at him like that. He berates himself for not keeping his cool for one more time, or two, or a thousand, because this is Myungsoo and not L and they all know that his safe haven is being behind the camera. It gives Myungsoo the privacy and control L has to give up in front of the camera.
"Hey, Myungsoo." He calls after the retreating boy, reluctantly, but acting on his urge to smooth over his harsh words. "Maybe some other day when I don't look dead tired?" It's a peace offering but not more than an empty promise, they both know it. There's no way they'll ever not look tired as long as they're idols. Myungsoo pulls his lips up in a poor imitation of a smile to show Hoya that he understands his irritation as well as the conciliation, and leaves the room.
(He uploads another snapshot of Dongwoo on his twitter later that day and it doesn't make Hoya feel any less bad.)
There's no time for arguments - barely even time for normal conversations - due to their upcoming schedules. They struggle to keep their eyes open, their muscles working and the cheerfulness in their voices when they shout "Hello, we are Infinite" for the ninth time in a row because they have a grumpy interviewer who keeps insisting that they aren't in perfect synch. They're recording a backup interview that's probably not even going to air. Some people in the industry forget that they're living, breathing boys with limited physical energy and not robots.
Hoya is glad that Sunggyu does most of the talking once they get through the greeting part and spaces out a little. With six other band members most of whom are expected to be louder than him, he can get away with it, if he doesn't miss the cues to laugh or clap or make general approving noises at the right times.
It's dark and dull in the van on their drive back home, so unlike the times when there's a camera with them in the car and they all act like they don't desperately need even those twenty-minutes-naps. Sunggyu is in the front seat, bypassing street lights illuminate his tight-lipped face in intervals.
Woohyun is asleep in the seat behind Sunggyu and next to him, Dongwoo tries to prevent Sungyeol's head from knocking against the windowpane as he nods off. To Hoya's right, Sungjong sleeps with his head on Myungsoo's shoulder. Between Myungsoo's hands a square-shaped patch of light flickers softly. It's the display of his camera and he's going through his recent pictures. Hoya tries to see what is in the pictures but his tired eyes don't focus on the bright screen.
Myungsoo notices Hoya's look and switches the camera off. He continues to stare at the blank, dark screen though, avoiding Hoya's eyes. It makes Hoya realize how hard his words must have struck him and he feels his chest weigh down with something more than tiredness. He leans his head on Myungsoo's free shoulder, feels him tensing, and wishes he could bleed 'I'm sorry's from his cheek into the juncture between Myungsoo's neck and collarbones.
(He needs to do something to resolve this matter properly, not with lame promises but with something visible, tangible, significant to Myungsoo.)
They're so busy over the next weeks -- months actually -- that he doesn't have the time to plot anything genious. Outwardly, there's nothing wrong with his relationship with Myungsoo. They're talking normally, they're not fighting, they're not avoiding each other. But Hoya has taken up deliberately walking around their apartment with his glasses on to test Myungsoo's reaction. Not once is he waylaid by Myungsoo and his camera. He misses those little disturbances. It feels like a pit tearing open in his stomach and painfully growing wider.
The thing about Myungsoo is that it's hard to gain his trust but easy to lose it. He's not the best at handling confrontations and when he's told off, he goes silent and retreats into his shell instead of fighting. A simple apology doesn't coax him out.
By chance, Hoya finds out about Myungsoo's treasure box one evening when Sunggyu asks him to tell everyone that their PD just called and announced a postponement of their scheduled show, leaving them with an hour spare time. Hoya passes the message on to Sungjong who hops off to find Sungyeol, and Hoya himself enters Dongwoo's and Myungsoo's room.
Myungsoo is sitting on the floor filing through a little green box on his lap, some photographs scattered around him. He looks up when Hoya appears in the door frame and begins to pick up the photos.
"Time to go?" He asks.
"No, in fact we have an extra hour. The show's been postponed. Can I look at them?"
Myungsoo lifts the box in one hand questioningly, the pictures in the other, and Hoya nods. Myungsoo shrugs cautiously but offers them to Hoya when he closes the door and sits down on the floor next to him. They spend most of their spare hour looking through the photos which are pretty artistic for an amateur as far as Hoya can judge with his very basic understanding of photography. He's impressed by Myungsoo's eye for lighting and making people look most natural in his shots.
This box of photographs seems to be to Myungsoo what his diary is to Dongwoo, a simple record of their most ordinary actions but all the more treasured for exactly that reason. They're an anchor of normalcy in their bizarre idol lives.
There's a picture of Dongwoo sleeping peacefully, his mouth slightly open, the tips of his blonde hair bathed in warm sunlight, a picture of Sunggyu singing into his toothbrush passionately, mouth full of foam, a picture of Sungjong and Sungyeol laughing and shooting each other with bright green and yellow water pistols in front of their meagre Christmas tree, a picture of Woohyun doing laundry, no make-up and hair in wild disarray, those are Hoya's favourites. Myungsoo agrees that they're his best shots and adds one of Hoya. Joy spreads in tiny bubbles through all of Hoya's veins as he takes a look at the picture Myungsoo has chosen. It's him in his running shoes, hand on the doorknob, looking back over his shoulder at the camera.
"I would prefer a picture of you with your glasses on." Myungsoo throws Hoya a sidelong glance but the jibe is softened by the humour in his voice.
Hoya thinks it's a pity that there are no shots of Myungsoo due to the fact that he's always the one behind the camera. All the more he enjoys how close they stick their heads together to look at the same pictures, how comfortably warm Myungsoo's side is when it's pressed against his and how well they understand each other with one-syllable-words and sentences that only need to be half spoken. He thinks maybe Myungsoo is more forgiving than he looks.
(When the others barge in after an hour and tell them they have to go, he feels like waking up from the most relaxing and energizing sleep he's had in weeks. He doesn't have to force a smile at the show that evening.)
He lounges in the waiting room before filming their Inkigayo stage a few days later, reading a magazine. The article is quite boring and he takes off his glasses to yawn and rub his face, smearing the make-up he forgot he was already wearing. He apologizes to their make-up artist who comes rushing to save her work and makes him swear to be more careful. When she's done, Hoya picks up his glasses again and remembers everything they've caused.
"Hey, Myungsoo." He nudges him with his boot lightly and points to his bespectacled face when the other lifts his head to look at him. "You can take a picture of me now."
Myungsoo smiles but shakes his head. "It doesn't work like that. I'm not doing photo shoots. The best shots happen when you don't know you have your picture taken."
These words and the thought of Myungsoo's little treasure box make something click in Hoya's mind. The next time he has fifteen spare minutes between unpacking his luggage from their latest trip to Japan and being carted off to meet a new choreographer, he sprints to the nearest electronics store and asks for a one-way Polaroid camera. The shop assistants eye him suspiciously because he is wearing a hoody despite the summer heat and has a baseball cap pulled deep into his eyes. They don't recognize him though, and that's the point of his choice of attire.
(He carries the little camera with him almost everywhere he goes, anxiously waiting for the perfect moment.)
Finally, they have another day off after finishing their current promotions and they sleep in until past noon. They declare lunch their breakfast and take their time with showers which is a heavenly luxury to them. Then they just generally laze around until Sunggyu manages to bully Sungjong into running to the convenience store around the corner to buy ice-cream with his usual 'Yah, Lee Sungjong!' and the ever-softhearted Dongwoo offers to accompany the youngest.
Myungsoo and Sungyeol have a tug-of-war over the bamboo pillow that Sungyeol wins when Myungsoo gives up, complaining that it's too hot to move a finger. Sungyeol snatches the pillow gleefully and starts hitting Sunggyu's butt who is lying flat on his stomach in front of the electric fan. Sunggyu roars up, Woohyun laughs at him and that's when it's getting too loud for Hoya to concentrate on his Japanese textbook. Not that he's been studying extremely hard but the ruckus is a good excuse to stop altogether.
He abandons the book and goes to Dongwoo's and Myungsoo's room to pick up one of Myungsoo's mangas to read. Amazingly, the room is way cooler than the living room, so he ends up staying and reading more than half of the newest volume of One Piece in one go.
The click of a shutter brings him back to the here and now, and when he looks up, he looks right at the camera Myungsoo lowers. Myungsoo starts fiddling with the strings as if he isn't sure whether to expect another outburst from Hoya. Hoya feels as if his heart jumps right out of his chest into Myungsoo's insecure hands.
"Come here, let me see." He demands with a soft chuckle and beckons to Myungsoo to sit next to him and show him the shot.
"I do look good in glasses. You'll have to take more pictures of me." He says jokingly and Myungsoo's lips ease up into a bright smile at the sincere, unspoken words of amendment underneath the light remark. He lets Hoya take the camera and angle it at their faces for a selca. While trying to estimate the right height and distance, an absurd idea pops into Hoya's head and before he can change his mind, he acts on it. In the exact moment he presses the shutter release button, Hoya leans in and kisses Myungsoo full on the lips.
And then he sprints across the room to get his little one-way camera from his backpack to capture Myungsoo's facial expression. His surprised laughter and the slightly embarrassed blush that tints his cheeks are captured irrevocably on Polaroid. It comes out a bit blurry because the camera has a crappy focus but Hoya insists on placing the developed picture in Myungsoo's box.
(But not before he scribbles a silly little heart on the back and kisses Myungsoo a second time. He's so nervous that his aim is off and the frames of his glasses bump against the ridge of Myungsoo's nose. A very quiet moment passes between them during which Hoya anxiously holds his breath and he swears even his heart stops beating. But then the corners of Myungsoo's eyes soften and he pulls Hoya in for a third -- and way more intense -- kiss after taking the glasses off.)
Original pics here and here
Credit goes to the OPs, I just resized the pics and put them together
Author eoryndal
Rating: pg
Pairing: Myungsoo/camera Myungsoo/Hoya
Genre: slight angst turning fluffy
Summary: Written for the prompt "Hoya / L / Glasses" from this prompt generator
"But, hyung! You look really good in your glasses!" Myungsoo insists. "Why can't you just let me take a picture of you?" He's been pestering Hoya for weeks now, following him with his camera and making stupid delighted sounds whenever Hoya sits down with a book or a magazine and reaches for his glasses.
At first, Hoya was surprised and secretly flattered but had refused because the glasses cast dark shadows on the bags of tiredness already too prominent under his eyes. Despite Myungsoo's compliments, he's too self-conscious to let him imprint his imperfections on celluloid. Now, he's starting to feel annoyed.
Hoya thinks of himself as a very patient person and so far he has managed to stay calm every time Myungsoo shoved lens and flashlight into his face, but this is his seventh attempt of the day -- his record so far -- and Hoya would just really appreciate it not to have any cameras anywhere near him on the only day off the members of Infinite have had for aeons. And eventually, even someone as patient as Hoya will reach the end of their tether. He slams down his magazine.
"Goddamnit, Myungsoo! Just get the fuck out of my face!"
Myungsoo recoils and the way his fingers tremble a bit on the shutter release button make Hoya feel really bad. He hadn't meant to snap at him like that. He berates himself for not keeping his cool for one more time, or two, or a thousand, because this is Myungsoo and not L and they all know that his safe haven is being behind the camera. It gives Myungsoo the privacy and control L has to give up in front of the camera.
"Hey, Myungsoo." He calls after the retreating boy, reluctantly, but acting on his urge to smooth over his harsh words. "Maybe some other day when I don't look dead tired?" It's a peace offering but not more than an empty promise, they both know it. There's no way they'll ever not look tired as long as they're idols. Myungsoo pulls his lips up in a poor imitation of a smile to show Hoya that he understands his irritation as well as the conciliation, and leaves the room.
(He uploads another snapshot of Dongwoo on his twitter later that day and it doesn't make Hoya feel any less bad.)
There's no time for arguments - barely even time for normal conversations - due to their upcoming schedules. They struggle to keep their eyes open, their muscles working and the cheerfulness in their voices when they shout "Hello, we are Infinite" for the ninth time in a row because they have a grumpy interviewer who keeps insisting that they aren't in perfect synch. They're recording a backup interview that's probably not even going to air. Some people in the industry forget that they're living, breathing boys with limited physical energy and not robots.
Hoya is glad that Sunggyu does most of the talking once they get through the greeting part and spaces out a little. With six other band members most of whom are expected to be louder than him, he can get away with it, if he doesn't miss the cues to laugh or clap or make general approving noises at the right times.
It's dark and dull in the van on their drive back home, so unlike the times when there's a camera with them in the car and they all act like they don't desperately need even those twenty-minutes-naps. Sunggyu is in the front seat, bypassing street lights illuminate his tight-lipped face in intervals.
Woohyun is asleep in the seat behind Sunggyu and next to him, Dongwoo tries to prevent Sungyeol's head from knocking against the windowpane as he nods off. To Hoya's right, Sungjong sleeps with his head on Myungsoo's shoulder. Between Myungsoo's hands a square-shaped patch of light flickers softly. It's the display of his camera and he's going through his recent pictures. Hoya tries to see what is in the pictures but his tired eyes don't focus on the bright screen.
Myungsoo notices Hoya's look and switches the camera off. He continues to stare at the blank, dark screen though, avoiding Hoya's eyes. It makes Hoya realize how hard his words must have struck him and he feels his chest weigh down with something more than tiredness. He leans his head on Myungsoo's free shoulder, feels him tensing, and wishes he could bleed 'I'm sorry's from his cheek into the juncture between Myungsoo's neck and collarbones.
(He needs to do something to resolve this matter properly, not with lame promises but with something visible, tangible, significant to Myungsoo.)
They're so busy over the next weeks -- months actually -- that he doesn't have the time to plot anything genious. Outwardly, there's nothing wrong with his relationship with Myungsoo. They're talking normally, they're not fighting, they're not avoiding each other. But Hoya has taken up deliberately walking around their apartment with his glasses on to test Myungsoo's reaction. Not once is he waylaid by Myungsoo and his camera. He misses those little disturbances. It feels like a pit tearing open in his stomach and painfully growing wider.
The thing about Myungsoo is that it's hard to gain his trust but easy to lose it. He's not the best at handling confrontations and when he's told off, he goes silent and retreats into his shell instead of fighting. A simple apology doesn't coax him out.
By chance, Hoya finds out about Myungsoo's treasure box one evening when Sunggyu asks him to tell everyone that their PD just called and announced a postponement of their scheduled show, leaving them with an hour spare time. Hoya passes the message on to Sungjong who hops off to find Sungyeol, and Hoya himself enters Dongwoo's and Myungsoo's room.
Myungsoo is sitting on the floor filing through a little green box on his lap, some photographs scattered around him. He looks up when Hoya appears in the door frame and begins to pick up the photos.
"Time to go?" He asks.
"No, in fact we have an extra hour. The show's been postponed. Can I look at them?"
Myungsoo lifts the box in one hand questioningly, the pictures in the other, and Hoya nods. Myungsoo shrugs cautiously but offers them to Hoya when he closes the door and sits down on the floor next to him. They spend most of their spare hour looking through the photos which are pretty artistic for an amateur as far as Hoya can judge with his very basic understanding of photography. He's impressed by Myungsoo's eye for lighting and making people look most natural in his shots.
This box of photographs seems to be to Myungsoo what his diary is to Dongwoo, a simple record of their most ordinary actions but all the more treasured for exactly that reason. They're an anchor of normalcy in their bizarre idol lives.
There's a picture of Dongwoo sleeping peacefully, his mouth slightly open, the tips of his blonde hair bathed in warm sunlight, a picture of Sunggyu singing into his toothbrush passionately, mouth full of foam, a picture of Sungjong and Sungyeol laughing and shooting each other with bright green and yellow water pistols in front of their meagre Christmas tree, a picture of Woohyun doing laundry, no make-up and hair in wild disarray, those are Hoya's favourites. Myungsoo agrees that they're his best shots and adds one of Hoya. Joy spreads in tiny bubbles through all of Hoya's veins as he takes a look at the picture Myungsoo has chosen. It's him in his running shoes, hand on the doorknob, looking back over his shoulder at the camera.
"I would prefer a picture of you with your glasses on." Myungsoo throws Hoya a sidelong glance but the jibe is softened by the humour in his voice.
Hoya thinks it's a pity that there are no shots of Myungsoo due to the fact that he's always the one behind the camera. All the more he enjoys how close they stick their heads together to look at the same pictures, how comfortably warm Myungsoo's side is when it's pressed against his and how well they understand each other with one-syllable-words and sentences that only need to be half spoken. He thinks maybe Myungsoo is more forgiving than he looks.
(When the others barge in after an hour and tell them they have to go, he feels like waking up from the most relaxing and energizing sleep he's had in weeks. He doesn't have to force a smile at the show that evening.)
He lounges in the waiting room before filming their Inkigayo stage a few days later, reading a magazine. The article is quite boring and he takes off his glasses to yawn and rub his face, smearing the make-up he forgot he was already wearing. He apologizes to their make-up artist who comes rushing to save her work and makes him swear to be more careful. When she's done, Hoya picks up his glasses again and remembers everything they've caused.
"Hey, Myungsoo." He nudges him with his boot lightly and points to his bespectacled face when the other lifts his head to look at him. "You can take a picture of me now."
Myungsoo smiles but shakes his head. "It doesn't work like that. I'm not doing photo shoots. The best shots happen when you don't know you have your picture taken."
These words and the thought of Myungsoo's little treasure box make something click in Hoya's mind. The next time he has fifteen spare minutes between unpacking his luggage from their latest trip to Japan and being carted off to meet a new choreographer, he sprints to the nearest electronics store and asks for a one-way Polaroid camera. The shop assistants eye him suspiciously because he is wearing a hoody despite the summer heat and has a baseball cap pulled deep into his eyes. They don't recognize him though, and that's the point of his choice of attire.
(He carries the little camera with him almost everywhere he goes, anxiously waiting for the perfect moment.)
Finally, they have another day off after finishing their current promotions and they sleep in until past noon. They declare lunch their breakfast and take their time with showers which is a heavenly luxury to them. Then they just generally laze around until Sunggyu manages to bully Sungjong into running to the convenience store around the corner to buy ice-cream with his usual 'Yah, Lee Sungjong!' and the ever-softhearted Dongwoo offers to accompany the youngest.
Myungsoo and Sungyeol have a tug-of-war over the bamboo pillow that Sungyeol wins when Myungsoo gives up, complaining that it's too hot to move a finger. Sungyeol snatches the pillow gleefully and starts hitting Sunggyu's butt who is lying flat on his stomach in front of the electric fan. Sunggyu roars up, Woohyun laughs at him and that's when it's getting too loud for Hoya to concentrate on his Japanese textbook. Not that he's been studying extremely hard but the ruckus is a good excuse to stop altogether.
He abandons the book and goes to Dongwoo's and Myungsoo's room to pick up one of Myungsoo's mangas to read. Amazingly, the room is way cooler than the living room, so he ends up staying and reading more than half of the newest volume of One Piece in one go.
The click of a shutter brings him back to the here and now, and when he looks up, he looks right at the camera Myungsoo lowers. Myungsoo starts fiddling with the strings as if he isn't sure whether to expect another outburst from Hoya. Hoya feels as if his heart jumps right out of his chest into Myungsoo's insecure hands.
"Come here, let me see." He demands with a soft chuckle and beckons to Myungsoo to sit next to him and show him the shot.
"I do look good in glasses. You'll have to take more pictures of me." He says jokingly and Myungsoo's lips ease up into a bright smile at the sincere, unspoken words of amendment underneath the light remark. He lets Hoya take the camera and angle it at their faces for a selca. While trying to estimate the right height and distance, an absurd idea pops into Hoya's head and before he can change his mind, he acts on it. In the exact moment he presses the shutter release button, Hoya leans in and kisses Myungsoo full on the lips.
And then he sprints across the room to get his little one-way camera from his backpack to capture Myungsoo's facial expression. His surprised laughter and the slightly embarrassed blush that tints his cheeks are captured irrevocably on Polaroid. It comes out a bit blurry because the camera has a crappy focus but Hoya insists on placing the developed picture in Myungsoo's box.
(But not before he scribbles a silly little heart on the back and kisses Myungsoo a second time. He's so nervous that his aim is off and the frames of his glasses bump against the ridge of Myungsoo's nose. A very quiet moment passes between them during which Hoya anxiously holds his breath and he swears even his heart stops beating. But then the corners of Myungsoo's eyes soften and he pulls Hoya in for a third -- and way more intense -- kiss after taking the glasses off.)
Original pics here and here
Credit goes to the OPs, I just resized the pics and put them together