Beautiful (don't hide away) for jongbin
Title: Beautiful (don't hide away)
Recipient: jongbin
Pairing: Ravi/Hongbin
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2477 words
Summary: Hongbin isn't beautiful. There are things far more beautiful to photograph than him. Model AU.
Notes: I ended up changing the prompt I chose to a different one because I couldn't get it to work. In the end this ended up working the best, and while I feel that it isn't my best work, it isn't something I'm ashamed of putting out :) This was my first time participating in an exchange, and it was a lot of fun! Next time I'll pace myself better so I can deliver a better fic! Thanks for organizing this!
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A camera flash. Hongbin shifts into a different pose. Another camera flash. Coordis rushing around him. The feeling of something soft passing over his lips. Yells from the set up crew. Another camera flash. Hongbin twists into a side profile. Another camera flash. And another. And another.
“Good work everyone!” The photographer calls over the sounds of the crew applauding. Hongbin falls into his jaded routine of bowing to everyone and thanking the crew for their work with a smile that doesn’t quite fit on his face. He wants to wash off his makeup, go home, and sleep, but he has an image to keep up. He always has an image to keep up.
Hongbin has come to master the art of subtly avoiding people. He’s learned that if he lets himself get caught up in conversation, he’ll never be able to get free. The coordis are particularly bad about this, though Hongbin has had a few photographers come up to him feigning lighthearted talk in hopes that one conversation will turn into many. He doesn’t understand their fascination with him. They seek him out as though he’s something magical when he’s not. Under all the glitz and glamour of Hongbin the model is shy, awkward Lee Hongbin the twenty-two year old man who loves spaghetti and Park Hyoshin.
The makeup room is strangely empty when he arrives, but Hongbin takes it without question. He walks toward the vanity, reaching for the makeup remover. His eyeliner is particularly thick today. It’s going to be a bitch to remove.
Hongbin has stared at his face before, trying to understand what makes him “good-looking.” Every time he draws a blank. To Hongbin, he just looks plain, unremarkable. He supposes he should be happy to be born with this face. It is what has allowed him to get as far as he has, but that thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
Truthfully, Hongbin doesn’t feel like he’s meant to be a model. He’d started out of necessity, but had stuck with it because he didn’t see a reason to stop. But now he was beginning to hate the blinding lights that flashed into his eyes, the uncomfortable clothes he was forced to wear, the layers of makeup on his skin covering him up until his wasn’t sure he even looked like himself anymore.
Hongbin isn’t beautiful. There are things far more beautiful to photograph than him.
Reaching into his bag, he pulls out his camera, a bulky DSLR that he’s taken to bringing with him everywhere. It’d been a kind of thoughtless gift his parents had given to him on his birthday, saying it was top of the line as Hongbin tried to look pleased. He’d kept it in its box, stowing it away in his desk for the longest time until he dug it out one day while he was cleaning. He doesn’t remember when he’d started taking pictures, or even why. He just knows that it makes him warm with happiness when everything else leaves him cold, that the steady shutter close to capture a butterfly in flight is far more beautiful to him than any amount of couture clothing piled on his frame.
Hongbin nearly drops his camera when someone pinches his butt. His whole body jerks reflexively, and his eyebrow twitches in irritation. As a model, he’s had enough of perverts trying to feel him up for a lifetime. He puts his camera down; he doesn’t want to break it on someone’s face. He’s about to turn around, but then an arm slides around his waist and he feels the weight of a head on his shoulder.
“Hey babe.”
Hongbin sighs. “I thought you were some forty year old man trying to cop a feel. I was seriously about to punch you in the face.” Hongbin looks in the mirror, glaring at Ravi through the reflection.
Ravi chuckles. “As much as I would love to come here just to grope you, I do actually have to model today. And good thing you didn’t, or the coordis would’ve had my head.”
“Of course not, that would be terrible,” Hongbin laughs. He’s not joking. One day he’d slipped on some ice and scratched his cheek with the fall. He swore the look the coordi gave him could’ve melted the flesh off of his face.
“Some of us need hours to look as good as you do just getting out of bed.” Ravi reaches up and pulls on Hongbin’s cheek. Hongbin lets out a yelp, quickly slapping his hand away.
“You’ve seen me in the morning; you know how bad I look without my morning coffee.” Hongbin makes himself comfortable in Ravi’s embrace, settling back against his chest. He slides his hand over Ravi’s interlocked ones on his waist.
Ravi frowns. “Not this morning. You were gone before I was even up.”
“I had an early morning shoot. The photographer wanted some shots at sunrise, so I had to get up at four.” Hongbin grimaces. There’s nothing more difficult than leaving his bed at the crack of dawn, especially when he’s wrapped so comfortably in blankets and a warm body.
“You should’ve told me. I wouldn’t have kept you up so late.” Ravi looks apologetic.
Hongbin shakes his head. “It’s fine. I wanted to. I wouldn’t have come over if I didn’t.”
Ravi buries his head further into Hongbin’s neck. He shivers a bit at the puffs of breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of his nape. “Just don’t start running yourself ragged. I don’t need a reminder of how scarily thin you can get.”
Hongbin bites his lip, feeling guilty. Back when Hongbin had been a rookie model he’d had more than a few days when he’d felt the pressure. Before he was under his current manager, he’d been with another, much stricter one who hadn’t been afraid to tell Hongbin when he was getting a little too fat for his tastes. He’d been controlling, critically eying everything Hongbin was eating. It’d felt like thick hands were wrapping around his throat, squeezing until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Eventually it became too much. Hongbin stopped eating to avoid the stares and the comments every time his clothing was tighter than normal. But it wasn’t enough. The stares kept coming and the comments kept hurting and the hands kept choking until he’d passed out during a shoot. He’d never forget the look on Ravi’s face when he’d woken up.
He’d also never forget those glaring eyes. He supposes that’s when he started wanting people to stop looking at him, started looking for a reprieve in the form of photographs of unfamiliar faces and untold stories.
It was much easier than looking into his own heavily lined eyes and wondering whom he was seeing.
“Thank you,” Hongbin murmurs. “For worrying about me. But you don’t have to.”
Lips skim up the side of Hongbin’s throat. His breath hitches. “I always worry about you.”
Ravi turns Hongbin’s head to capture his lips. He turns around in Ravi’s grip, hands slipping out from under Ravi’s to clutch at his shirt. Slipping slightly, Hongbin knocks back into the vanity, making a complete mess of the products there. Ravi pulls away with a groan, looking down at the mess they’ve made.
“I swear we can’t go anywhere without making a mess.” Ravi reaches down to pick up the makeup that’d fallen. Hongbin lets out a loud snort.
“Speak for yourself. I’m not the one with the messy apartment.”
“And yet you still come over and find your way into my bed, so it can’t be that bad.” Ravi places the makeup back on the vanity, stretching out his back with a satisfying pop.
Hongbin rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his face. “Right because waking up to a scene from Hoarders is really so romantic.”
“I can be romantic if you want.” He pushes Hongbin against the vanity-making sure the surface is clear of anything breakable-eagerly attaching his lips to Hongbin’s neck.
Hongbin lets out a little gasp, angling his neck to give Ravi better access. Before he can lose himself in the sensation, his hand knocks against something bulky and hard. Ravi stops and looks up when Hongbin lets out a pained grunt.
“What’s that?”
Hongbin follows Ravi’s gaze to where it’s resting on his camera. It’s slightly tilted to the side from where Hongbin had hit it.
“Nothing.”
Ravi pauses, looking briefly at Hongbin’s face before reaching for the camera. Instinctively, Hongbin jerks it away. Ravi smirks. Shit, he’s played right into his hands.
Quickly, Ravi’s hand shoots out to try and grab the camera. Hongbin bends backwards, trying to shield the object behind him, but he’s already trapped against the vanity. Like ropes Ravi’s arms wrap around him, paying no mind to the protests Hongbin is making. “Ravi stop!”
The pads of Ravi’s fingers brush against his hand. “I just want to see!”
Ravi’s hand is nearly curled around Hongbin’s wrist. Hongbin tries to force it further behind him, but Ravi’s grip holds him still. “It’s nothing!”
“Then why are you hiding it if it’s nothing?” Ravi grabs his wrist and rips his hand forward, camera in tow. Grinning triumphantly, he brandishes Hongbin’s camera like a battle trophy. Hongbin makes one last effort to get it back, hand swiping uselessly in the air when Ravi holds it away from him. Damn Ravi’s height.
“Sorry, it’s mine now,” Ravi says, not sounding sorry in the least. Hongbin bites the inside of his cheek. He doesn’t want Ravi to see…
Cradling the camera protectively in case Hongbin tries to get it back, Ravi flips the switch on and begins looking through the pictures. Hongbin turns away, trying to look like he’s busy packing up, like Ravi looking through his pictures doesn’t bother him, but his throat closes tight with anxiousness.
“Are these yours?” Ravi asks, holding up the camera.
“Ah… yeah.” Hongbin nods. Ravi whistles.
“I didn’t know you were into photography. They’re really good.” Ravi continues looking through them. Hongbin picks up his jacket that had been hastily slung over the couch that morning.
“It’s just a hobby.” Hongbin shoves his arms through the sleeves, still not looking Ravi in the eye. “I just needed something to do when I wasn’t in a shoot.” He quickly does the zipper and grabs his bag.
“Well you should keep with it. I think you’ve got talent.”
Hongbin gives a short but bitter laugh. “They’re just amateur photos.” He holds out his hand, motioning for Ravi to give the camera back to him.
Ravi ignores him. “Why are you always like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like there’s nothing any good about you. It’s okay to let yourself be complemented some times. The world isn’t going to explode because someone praised you,” Ravi says, frustration coloring his tone. Hongbin winces.
“I don’t…”
Ravi gives him a serious look. “You do. All the time.”
“I don’t mean to… I just… I don’t know what I’m even doing here,” Hongbin admits. He falls back on the couch with a sigh and buries his face in his hands. Not even a few seconds later, the couch dips besides him. There’s an arm around him.
“Hey… Talk to me.”
Hongbin leans his head on Ravi’s shoulder. Ravi automatically reaches for Hongbin’s hands to interlace their fingers. The camera lays back in its original spot on the vanity.
“Ravi, why did you start modeling?”
“Honestly, I needed the money, same as you. But I figure I’m good at it, and I enjoy it on most days, so why stop? You having doubts?” Ravi looks down at him, concerned. Hongbin lets his head drop in a nod.
“Sometimes I think I would like to do something else,” Hongbin sighs. “Maybe go to college, I don’t know. But I’m not comfortable here. I feel like I’m being watched all the time, and I’m starting to lose sight of what I really want. I get days where I just want to hide away behind my camera for a few hours and forget how superficial this all is…”
Ravi goes silent. Hongbin thinks he’s upset him until he speaks. “You know, it’s okay to quit modeling and go after something you really have a passion for. I absolutely would not stop you.” Ravi shrugs his shoulders. Hongbin relaxes against him. “All I want is to see you happy. It doesn’t matter to me if it’s photography or basket weaving that does that for you.”
Hongbin muffles his laughter against Ravi’s shirt. “Really? Basket weaving?”
“Don’t knock it ‘till you try is what I say. For all you know your true calling could be bird watching or something.”
Hongbin let’s a smile stretch his lips. It’s a smile he hasn’t felt in a long time, a smile that only comes from being warmed from the inside out. He feels words on the tip of his tongue, feelings that he hasn’t been honest about. What would I do without you? Don’t ever leave. I love you so so much…
“Thanks for the advice,” he says instead, words catching in his throat, and nearly choking him in their bid to escape. Hongbin feels a flash of self-loathing that he quickly squashes. Next time, he thinks. Next time.
“Just let me tell you something,” Ravi says. He surprises him by bringing their foreheads together. Hongbin can count the individual lashes surrounding Ravi’s eyes. “Model or no, you’re still beautiful to me.”
Hongbin’s breath catches. Me too, you’re beautiful to me too.
Next time… Next time…
Instead he lets Ravi kiss him, softly then more forcefully, as though trying to burn his words into Hongbin’s lips. They fall back into the couch cushions in a tangled, breathless heap. Hongbin lets his hands run over the strong muscles of Ravi’s back, the groan he receives making heat pool in his groin. Ravi attacks his lips with a renewed vigor. When he feels Ravi’s hands delving underneath his shirt, he realizes that they’re still in the makeup room and that anyone could walk in. It takes all of Hongbin’s strength to pull away.
“Wait, you have a shoot don’t you?” Hongbin asks, breathing heavily. Ravi groans, resting his forehead on Hongbin’s chest.
“Shit, I was trying to forget The concept is ‘exotic animals’. That’s gonna be at least two hours of makeup and then some.”
Hongbin chuckles softly, closing his eyes and losing himself in Ravi’s warmth. He knows Ravi has to go, and chances are the coordis are going to start looking for him soon, but…
“Can we… Can we stay like this for a bit longer?”
Ravi smiles. “Yeah. We can.”
And Hongbin thinks, before he lets himself fall into Ravi’s arms, that he would give anything to take a picture of this moment.
Notes: I loved your prompt and wished I could've done more with it. In any case, I hope you like it!
Recipient: jongbin
Pairing: Ravi/Hongbin
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2477 words
Summary: Hongbin isn't beautiful. There are things far more beautiful to photograph than him. Model AU.
Notes: I ended up changing the prompt I chose to a different one because I couldn't get it to work. In the end this ended up working the best, and while I feel that it isn't my best work, it isn't something I'm ashamed of putting out :) This was my first time participating in an exchange, and it was a lot of fun! Next time I'll pace myself better so I can deliver a better fic! Thanks for organizing this!
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A camera flash. Hongbin shifts into a different pose. Another camera flash. Coordis rushing around him. The feeling of something soft passing over his lips. Yells from the set up crew. Another camera flash. Hongbin twists into a side profile. Another camera flash. And another. And another.
“Good work everyone!” The photographer calls over the sounds of the crew applauding. Hongbin falls into his jaded routine of bowing to everyone and thanking the crew for their work with a smile that doesn’t quite fit on his face. He wants to wash off his makeup, go home, and sleep, but he has an image to keep up. He always has an image to keep up.
Hongbin has come to master the art of subtly avoiding people. He’s learned that if he lets himself get caught up in conversation, he’ll never be able to get free. The coordis are particularly bad about this, though Hongbin has had a few photographers come up to him feigning lighthearted talk in hopes that one conversation will turn into many. He doesn’t understand their fascination with him. They seek him out as though he’s something magical when he’s not. Under all the glitz and glamour of Hongbin the model is shy, awkward Lee Hongbin the twenty-two year old man who loves spaghetti and Park Hyoshin.
The makeup room is strangely empty when he arrives, but Hongbin takes it without question. He walks toward the vanity, reaching for the makeup remover. His eyeliner is particularly thick today. It’s going to be a bitch to remove.
Hongbin has stared at his face before, trying to understand what makes him “good-looking.” Every time he draws a blank. To Hongbin, he just looks plain, unremarkable. He supposes he should be happy to be born with this face. It is what has allowed him to get as far as he has, but that thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
Truthfully, Hongbin doesn’t feel like he’s meant to be a model. He’d started out of necessity, but had stuck with it because he didn’t see a reason to stop. But now he was beginning to hate the blinding lights that flashed into his eyes, the uncomfortable clothes he was forced to wear, the layers of makeup on his skin covering him up until his wasn’t sure he even looked like himself anymore.
Hongbin isn’t beautiful. There are things far more beautiful to photograph than him.
Reaching into his bag, he pulls out his camera, a bulky DSLR that he’s taken to bringing with him everywhere. It’d been a kind of thoughtless gift his parents had given to him on his birthday, saying it was top of the line as Hongbin tried to look pleased. He’d kept it in its box, stowing it away in his desk for the longest time until he dug it out one day while he was cleaning. He doesn’t remember when he’d started taking pictures, or even why. He just knows that it makes him warm with happiness when everything else leaves him cold, that the steady shutter close to capture a butterfly in flight is far more beautiful to him than any amount of couture clothing piled on his frame.
Hongbin nearly drops his camera when someone pinches his butt. His whole body jerks reflexively, and his eyebrow twitches in irritation. As a model, he’s had enough of perverts trying to feel him up for a lifetime. He puts his camera down; he doesn’t want to break it on someone’s face. He’s about to turn around, but then an arm slides around his waist and he feels the weight of a head on his shoulder.
“Hey babe.”
Hongbin sighs. “I thought you were some forty year old man trying to cop a feel. I was seriously about to punch you in the face.” Hongbin looks in the mirror, glaring at Ravi through the reflection.
Ravi chuckles. “As much as I would love to come here just to grope you, I do actually have to model today. And good thing you didn’t, or the coordis would’ve had my head.”
“Of course not, that would be terrible,” Hongbin laughs. He’s not joking. One day he’d slipped on some ice and scratched his cheek with the fall. He swore the look the coordi gave him could’ve melted the flesh off of his face.
“Some of us need hours to look as good as you do just getting out of bed.” Ravi reaches up and pulls on Hongbin’s cheek. Hongbin lets out a yelp, quickly slapping his hand away.
“You’ve seen me in the morning; you know how bad I look without my morning coffee.” Hongbin makes himself comfortable in Ravi’s embrace, settling back against his chest. He slides his hand over Ravi’s interlocked ones on his waist.
Ravi frowns. “Not this morning. You were gone before I was even up.”
“I had an early morning shoot. The photographer wanted some shots at sunrise, so I had to get up at four.” Hongbin grimaces. There’s nothing more difficult than leaving his bed at the crack of dawn, especially when he’s wrapped so comfortably in blankets and a warm body.
“You should’ve told me. I wouldn’t have kept you up so late.” Ravi looks apologetic.
Hongbin shakes his head. “It’s fine. I wanted to. I wouldn’t have come over if I didn’t.”
Ravi buries his head further into Hongbin’s neck. He shivers a bit at the puffs of breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of his nape. “Just don’t start running yourself ragged. I don’t need a reminder of how scarily thin you can get.”
Hongbin bites his lip, feeling guilty. Back when Hongbin had been a rookie model he’d had more than a few days when he’d felt the pressure. Before he was under his current manager, he’d been with another, much stricter one who hadn’t been afraid to tell Hongbin when he was getting a little too fat for his tastes. He’d been controlling, critically eying everything Hongbin was eating. It’d felt like thick hands were wrapping around his throat, squeezing until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Eventually it became too much. Hongbin stopped eating to avoid the stares and the comments every time his clothing was tighter than normal. But it wasn’t enough. The stares kept coming and the comments kept hurting and the hands kept choking until he’d passed out during a shoot. He’d never forget the look on Ravi’s face when he’d woken up.
He’d also never forget those glaring eyes. He supposes that’s when he started wanting people to stop looking at him, started looking for a reprieve in the form of photographs of unfamiliar faces and untold stories.
It was much easier than looking into his own heavily lined eyes and wondering whom he was seeing.
“Thank you,” Hongbin murmurs. “For worrying about me. But you don’t have to.”
Lips skim up the side of Hongbin’s throat. His breath hitches. “I always worry about you.”
Ravi turns Hongbin’s head to capture his lips. He turns around in Ravi’s grip, hands slipping out from under Ravi’s to clutch at his shirt. Slipping slightly, Hongbin knocks back into the vanity, making a complete mess of the products there. Ravi pulls away with a groan, looking down at the mess they’ve made.
“I swear we can’t go anywhere without making a mess.” Ravi reaches down to pick up the makeup that’d fallen. Hongbin lets out a loud snort.
“Speak for yourself. I’m not the one with the messy apartment.”
“And yet you still come over and find your way into my bed, so it can’t be that bad.” Ravi places the makeup back on the vanity, stretching out his back with a satisfying pop.
Hongbin rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his face. “Right because waking up to a scene from Hoarders is really so romantic.”
“I can be romantic if you want.” He pushes Hongbin against the vanity-making sure the surface is clear of anything breakable-eagerly attaching his lips to Hongbin’s neck.
Hongbin lets out a little gasp, angling his neck to give Ravi better access. Before he can lose himself in the sensation, his hand knocks against something bulky and hard. Ravi stops and looks up when Hongbin lets out a pained grunt.
“What’s that?”
Hongbin follows Ravi’s gaze to where it’s resting on his camera. It’s slightly tilted to the side from where Hongbin had hit it.
“Nothing.”
Ravi pauses, looking briefly at Hongbin’s face before reaching for the camera. Instinctively, Hongbin jerks it away. Ravi smirks. Shit, he’s played right into his hands.
Quickly, Ravi’s hand shoots out to try and grab the camera. Hongbin bends backwards, trying to shield the object behind him, but he’s already trapped against the vanity. Like ropes Ravi’s arms wrap around him, paying no mind to the protests Hongbin is making. “Ravi stop!”
The pads of Ravi’s fingers brush against his hand. “I just want to see!”
Ravi’s hand is nearly curled around Hongbin’s wrist. Hongbin tries to force it further behind him, but Ravi’s grip holds him still. “It’s nothing!”
“Then why are you hiding it if it’s nothing?” Ravi grabs his wrist and rips his hand forward, camera in tow. Grinning triumphantly, he brandishes Hongbin’s camera like a battle trophy. Hongbin makes one last effort to get it back, hand swiping uselessly in the air when Ravi holds it away from him. Damn Ravi’s height.
“Sorry, it’s mine now,” Ravi says, not sounding sorry in the least. Hongbin bites the inside of his cheek. He doesn’t want Ravi to see…
Cradling the camera protectively in case Hongbin tries to get it back, Ravi flips the switch on and begins looking through the pictures. Hongbin turns away, trying to look like he’s busy packing up, like Ravi looking through his pictures doesn’t bother him, but his throat closes tight with anxiousness.
“Are these yours?” Ravi asks, holding up the camera.
“Ah… yeah.” Hongbin nods. Ravi whistles.
“I didn’t know you were into photography. They’re really good.” Ravi continues looking through them. Hongbin picks up his jacket that had been hastily slung over the couch that morning.
“It’s just a hobby.” Hongbin shoves his arms through the sleeves, still not looking Ravi in the eye. “I just needed something to do when I wasn’t in a shoot.” He quickly does the zipper and grabs his bag.
“Well you should keep with it. I think you’ve got talent.”
Hongbin gives a short but bitter laugh. “They’re just amateur photos.” He holds out his hand, motioning for Ravi to give the camera back to him.
Ravi ignores him. “Why are you always like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like there’s nothing any good about you. It’s okay to let yourself be complemented some times. The world isn’t going to explode because someone praised you,” Ravi says, frustration coloring his tone. Hongbin winces.
“I don’t…”
Ravi gives him a serious look. “You do. All the time.”
“I don’t mean to… I just… I don’t know what I’m even doing here,” Hongbin admits. He falls back on the couch with a sigh and buries his face in his hands. Not even a few seconds later, the couch dips besides him. There’s an arm around him.
“Hey… Talk to me.”
Hongbin leans his head on Ravi’s shoulder. Ravi automatically reaches for Hongbin’s hands to interlace their fingers. The camera lays back in its original spot on the vanity.
“Ravi, why did you start modeling?”
“Honestly, I needed the money, same as you. But I figure I’m good at it, and I enjoy it on most days, so why stop? You having doubts?” Ravi looks down at him, concerned. Hongbin lets his head drop in a nod.
“Sometimes I think I would like to do something else,” Hongbin sighs. “Maybe go to college, I don’t know. But I’m not comfortable here. I feel like I’m being watched all the time, and I’m starting to lose sight of what I really want. I get days where I just want to hide away behind my camera for a few hours and forget how superficial this all is…”
Ravi goes silent. Hongbin thinks he’s upset him until he speaks. “You know, it’s okay to quit modeling and go after something you really have a passion for. I absolutely would not stop you.” Ravi shrugs his shoulders. Hongbin relaxes against him. “All I want is to see you happy. It doesn’t matter to me if it’s photography or basket weaving that does that for you.”
Hongbin muffles his laughter against Ravi’s shirt. “Really? Basket weaving?”
“Don’t knock it ‘till you try is what I say. For all you know your true calling could be bird watching or something.”
Hongbin let’s a smile stretch his lips. It’s a smile he hasn’t felt in a long time, a smile that only comes from being warmed from the inside out. He feels words on the tip of his tongue, feelings that he hasn’t been honest about. What would I do without you? Don’t ever leave. I love you so so much…
“Thanks for the advice,” he says instead, words catching in his throat, and nearly choking him in their bid to escape. Hongbin feels a flash of self-loathing that he quickly squashes. Next time, he thinks. Next time.
“Just let me tell you something,” Ravi says. He surprises him by bringing their foreheads together. Hongbin can count the individual lashes surrounding Ravi’s eyes. “Model or no, you’re still beautiful to me.”
Hongbin’s breath catches. Me too, you’re beautiful to me too.
Next time… Next time…
Instead he lets Ravi kiss him, softly then more forcefully, as though trying to burn his words into Hongbin’s lips. They fall back into the couch cushions in a tangled, breathless heap. Hongbin lets his hands run over the strong muscles of Ravi’s back, the groan he receives making heat pool in his groin. Ravi attacks his lips with a renewed vigor. When he feels Ravi’s hands delving underneath his shirt, he realizes that they’re still in the makeup room and that anyone could walk in. It takes all of Hongbin’s strength to pull away.
“Wait, you have a shoot don’t you?” Hongbin asks, breathing heavily. Ravi groans, resting his forehead on Hongbin’s chest.
“Shit, I was trying to forget The concept is ‘exotic animals’. That’s gonna be at least two hours of makeup and then some.”
Hongbin chuckles softly, closing his eyes and losing himself in Ravi’s warmth. He knows Ravi has to go, and chances are the coordis are going to start looking for him soon, but…
“Can we… Can we stay like this for a bit longer?”
Ravi smiles. “Yeah. We can.”
And Hongbin thinks, before he lets himself fall into Ravi’s arms, that he would give anything to take a picture of this moment.
Notes: I loved your prompt and wished I could've done more with it. In any case, I hope you like it!