Picture Perfect. [KenBin]
Fandom: VIXX (Non-AU)
Pairing: KenBin
Word Count: 5,092
Rating: PG. (mild sexual references and swearing)
Summary: Hongbin takes pictures of Jaehwan's eyes, nose, and lips.
“Wow! You looked really good at the fashion show, hyung!” Hongbin exclaimed from where he was seated on the living room floor of their dorm, leaning back against the couch that Jaehwan was sprawled out on, and hogging, as he scrolled through the news site photos from the night before on his phone.
Jaehwan scoffed, leaning over to lightly knock Hongbin upside the head with his fist, “I look good every day, Hongbin-ah.”
Of course it was quite the compliment to be told so by the designated “face” of the group, someone whose good looks were acknowledged worldwide. Jaehwan couldn’t help but smile a little wider as he rested his arm back across his stomach, just behind where his computer was propped with One Piece playing on the screen.
Hongbin turned to retaliate but saw how Jaehwan had strategically placed his computer and knew he couldn’t fight back physically without damaging the machine, and he couldn’t afford to replace the computer if he broke it. So he settled for crossing his arms on the little sliver of cushion that Jaehwan’s body wasn’t occupying, resting his chin on his forearms, “I mean it, Jaehwan-hyung! You’re really photogenic!”
“Yeah, yeah, sheesh, why are you yelling at me over it?” Jaehwan swatted away at Hongbin who was quickly becoming a nuisance in his space. He just wanted to watch his anime, even if he had seen the episode a gazillion and one times.
But with Hongbin remaining there, turned towards him and casting his unusually dark and perceptive eyes on him, Jaehwan snapped without even sparing a glance his way, “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”
And that’s just what Hongbin did.
He retrieved his phone from where he had set it on the ground, fingers swiping over the screen to open the camera. Hongbin then stood up, making a point of leaning his weight on Jaehwan’s chest for support, earning him a narrowed eye grunt.
“Hmm...now which angle won’t make your nose look like a ski jump…” Hongbin tapped a finger on his chin thoughtfully as he let his large eyes scan over the expanse of Jaehwan’s very...unique face.
Even though they all constantly teased the main vocal, Jaehwan even poking fun at himself, Hongbin found the way Jaehwan’s nose was just the tiniest bit too big for his face and the way the bottom of his ears slated into his head and stuck out a bit too far quite cute.
But he would never admit it.
Instead Hongbin leaned down to position his phone right beneath Jaehwan’s nostrils, shutting one eye and assessing the angle, “Maybe I should give the fans a shot of whatever mysteries lay hidden inside? I mean you did fit a 100 won coin up there once, who the hell knows what else you might have stashed away.”
“Only the eighth wonder of the world, you asshole,” Jaehwan pushed at Hongbin’s phone, destroying any chance he had of capturing an up-nose shot. It had taken him a while to become okay with his larger than life nose after all of the ridicule he faced in school.
“Go pick on something your own size,” Jaehwan pouted, turning the volume of his earbuds up to drown out any of Hongbin’s insulting but quite witty replies. “Like a string bean!” he added, his voice consequently raising to make up for the louder noise of fighting now displayed on his screen.
Hongbin’s face twisted at the unnecessarily loud volume of Jaehwan’s voice when he was still right next to him before simply smiling at the rather lame attempt at a comeback. He didn’t counter-attack though, watching as Jaehwan’s entire focus was returned back to his anime; Hongbin might as well have been invisible now.
This was the perfect time for him to raise his phone again and take an actual picture this time, capturing the intense look of concentration on Jaehwan’s face, the slight widening of his eyes and dropping of his jaw indicating that something unexpected must have happened. How Jaehwan could still be surprised by something he had seen a million times over was beyond Hongbin.
“Hyung, don’t ignore me.” Hongbin pouted, plucking the buds out of Jaehwan’s ears and pressing the mute button on his computer to silence the noise of the anime.
Before Jaehwan could protest Hongbin pushed up on his shoulders and forced Jaehwan to sit up, squeezing into the small space between Jaehwan and the armrest and letting his hyung just fall back against his side, “Look.”
Hongbin opened the photo gallery on his phone and enlarged the picture he had just taken of Jaehwan, “You really should let me photograph you sometime, hyung. Why do all the fans get to hog that beauty?”
Though his tone was taunting, there was a thin layer of affection in Hongbin’s teasing.
Jaehwan wanted to protest but he mumbled something incoherent and braved a flicker of his eyes down to the photo. He didn’t know what was so special about it, but even Jaehwan had to admit it was flattering for Hongbin to want to photograph him. He always admired the way he collected candids and posed pictures of the members.
“Are you serious?” Jaehwan asked, still hesitant to agree to this if Hongbin was just playing around. He’d like to argue his time was worth a lot of money but lately he hadn’t exactly been drowning in schedules like Hakyeon--cue his rewatching of One Piece. “I don’t want this to be some ridiculous ‘abstract’ photography like of my nostrils or my handsome toes. I want to be cool.”
Jaehwan showed an indignant tilt of his chin upwards to prove to Hongbin he meant business.
“Of course I’m serious! I never joke with my photography.” Hongbin snorted and rolled his eyes at Jaehwan’s attempted display of “coolness”, tucking his phone back into his pocket before reaching up and ruffling Jaehwan’s unstyled hair, fluffy and just as soft as it looked to touch when absent of all the styling products. “Make you look cool? That’s a bit of a stretch, even for a photographer as talented as me, hyung.”
Hongbin pressed the fingers of his free hand into Jaehwan’s side playfully, urging him to sit back up so he could stand, but not before letting his fingers skim over the waistline of Jaehwan’s sweatpants and snap the waistband of his briefs beneath, “Now go put some decent clothes on. Hobo chic was so three years ago.”
Hongbin laughed as he quickly darted off the couch, hearing an offended “Hey! Hobo chic is timeless!” from behind as he scurried to his room to fetch his camera.
So this is how they ended up outside in a nearby alley, Jaehwan posing by an old, murky window of an apartment building, giving off a New York feel. He had on spring appropriate clothes, a soft-looking crew neck with large white polka dots cleanly decorating a thin-strip print. Hongbin had convinced him to show off his legs, white shorts leaving his knobbly knees and slim calves in sight. His shoes were a plain navy color, embodying the word ‘comfort’ as they were simple low-cut sneakers reaching right beneath his sharp ankles.
Hongbin was dressed a bit more simply, a pair of blue jeans and a black long sleeved shirt and gray tennis shoes; he needed to be able to maneuver to capture the best shots, as well as be able to get a little dirty if the angle he was looking for required him to get down on the ground.
“Are you capturing my good side?” Jaehwan asked, peering to his left as one leg was bent, shoe flat on the brick behind him while he conveyed an air of casual chic, “Oh wait, that’s all sides of me.”
He looked the opposite way to show off his other good side.
Hongbin let out a very obvious snort from where he was currently seated on the ground, shooting some upward angles and capturing the tall facade of the building behind Jaehwan as well, “You know for being so reluctant about this you sure are awfully cocky.”
“Well I wasn’t reluctant about my performance. I was reluctant about the photographer’s,” Jaehwan corrected because this was an important difference. These words were said with a whole-hearted intention to make Hongbin snort again; for such a handsome guy, he sure made unattractive noises.
Hongbin stood up and brushed himself off before leaning his shoulder on the wall about a foot away from Jaehwan to shoot now.
It was easier for Jaehwan to pose and to act relaxed with Hongbin a solid distance from him; however now with the photographer ‘in his grill without knowing what was cooking in it’ (a term he had heard once from an American movie), Jaehwan felt himself become a little more stiff and a lot more awkward.
At least he thought he was awkward, with the way he tried hard not to focus on how Hongbin was staring him down a lens tube so close. Hongbin was so still and silent as he focused on Jaehwan. It felt more intimate and Jaehwan was suddenly self-conscious of his face routine--did he have any blemishes or unwanted bumps on his face?
To overcome his sudden nervousness, Jaehwan added a few pictures with him wrinkling his nose and pinching the bridge of it, showing a mixture of distress and aegyo. When he heard Hongbin’s chuckle flutter past the camera, Jaehwan went back into serious mode, flashing a small smile towards the lens.
The camera shutter clicked in rapid succession as Hongbin snapped more closeups, “Alright, I think I got what I need from this spot.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as Jaehwan had decided to improvise and throw in a few less than flattering photos, but it brought a warm smile to the photographer’s face as well.
Jaehwan sighed in relief, shrugging off the tension that built through his neck and shoulders. This one-on-one modeling business with a private photographer was more grueling than he expected. Thank goodness he wasn’t a successful soloist who sold out arenas all by himself.
Hongbin’s eyes immediately went down to the camera between his hands, fixated on the screen as he flipped through the previews, his fingers quick to delete any he wasn’t satisfied with, “Let’s go to the park across the street, the lighting will be better there though the building at least made your nose look smaller.”
He looked up at Jaehwan with a dimpled grin.
Jaehwan was watchful of Hongbin reviewing the photos, this curious glint in his eyes as he listened closely for any sounds of approval or reproach. Hongbin wasn’t exactly telling with his sounds as he just pressed buttons.
Just as he was about to comment on how Hongbin must have lots of good stuff to work with, he was making that remark about his nose and Jaehwan muttered, “Ungrateful brat.”
“Photos of my nose could be displayed at The Louvre, I’ll have you know,” Jaehwan flung his arms dramatically about as he led the way. “Right next to the Mona Lisa!”
With his camera hanging loose from the supportive strap around his neck, Hongbin’s hands were free to grab one of Jaehwan’s flailing arms and tug him over to him. Once close enough, Hongbin wrapped his arm around Jaehwan’s neck and ruffled his fingers through the stiff hair he knew Jaehwan had spent at least ten minutes styling even though he claimed he had kept Hongbin waiting because he hadn’t been able to find a pair of clean underwear. It would have been entirely believable had Hongbin not caught onto the faint scent of Wonshik’s styling gel when Jaehwan had strolled past him out the door.
This of course earned fretful whines from Jaehwan as he tried to curl away from the hair attack to no avail.
“Oh your nose deserves an entire gallery just to itself, hyung. It’s such a beauty I don’t know why you haven’t been contacted to make it the ninth Wonder of the World yet!” Of course his voice was dripping with overt sarcasm, laughing with his dimples on full display when he finally released his victim.
"Eighth, Hongbin-ah. Eighth." Jaehwan deadpanned, looking offended Hongbin got the number wrong as he tried to piece his hair back together into the impeccable fluffy structure he once had.
“Make sure you actually turn your head both ways to check before crossing the street so you can see past your nose, hyung.” Hongbin threw a well-mannered wink at Jaehwan before crossing the street himself, pausing on the sidewalk for a moment to scout out a prime spot, “Ah, perfect!”
There was a small grove of trees tucked back towards the middle of the park that Hongbin walked towards, having to squeeze between a few of the larger trunks that almost curled together before there was enough space between the towering oaks.
Despite being in almost the exact center of the park, it was secluded enough where Hongbin could shoot without worry of a stray child running by or high school kid trying to chase down a soccer ball and unintentionally ruin a potentially perfect shot.
The canopy of the trees also let in just enough sunlight that the small clearing wasn’t entirely covered in shade, but provided Hongbin with a variety of options for lighting. Between that and the scattered fallen logs and sprinkling of colorful flowers, it was the set up he was looking for.
"Blech, I should've taken my allergy medicine." Jaehwan came trekking in right behind him, pushing the branches aside and avoiding stomping on the flowers.
"So where do you want me to stand, tulip?" He grinned at his nickname for Hongbin, looking around while adjusting his clothes. "By these Adonis? Because you know, it's fitting for me and all," Jaehwan let his cheek hover by the white petals as he let his nose stick out.
Hongbin inwardly curled his fingers at the nickname, knowing if he said anything that Jaehwan would only continue to address him by it. When it came to wanting Jaehwan to leave things alone it was best just not to draw attention to them.
“Did you even pay attention in school? Adonis was a god of beauty and desire. The only thing people desire from you is to shut your mouth, hyung.”
As with everything Hongbin teased Jaehwan about, it was done with a smile hoping to lessen the blow because his aim was never to actually hurt his feelings.
Jaehwan frowned, his malleable lips drooping and puckering into those puppy pouts he was so good at. He could’ve shut Hongbin up by mentioning that there are some situations where people would like his mouth open, but now was not the time for oral sex jokes.
Surveying the area again with Jaehwan now there, Hongbin imagined him in different areas set throughout the clearing: sitting on a branch? No, Jaehwan’s uncoordinated self would undoubtedly fall out the tree. Laying in the grass by the flowers? Too cliche and probably just what Jaehwan was dying to do.
“Come over here.” Hongbin took the few steps over to Ken and pinched the large nose between his fingers to, gently, pull him over towards one of the fallen logs nestled right on the border of the sunlight and the shade, “Sit here, on that shade line.” He directed, wanting Jaehwan posed half in the sun and half in the shadows.
Jaehwan stomped rather defiantly over, his hands at the last moment swiping up to evade Hongbin’s hold on his nose. “How insulting. Did you even wash your hands?”
The vocalist was still bitter over Hongbin’s earlier tease, sitting carefully on the log as he continued to grumble. The words ‘watermelon’ and ‘sock’ slipped out because he was complaining about nonsense.
“Is this good?” Jaehwan asked, tilting his chin up to stare at the camera. He wasn’t complying at all though with the way his nose wrinkled and he glared at the lens with small eyes.
Of course Jaehwan wouldn’t cooperate right away, Hongbin knew better than to expect that much of him, but if that’s how Jaehwan wanted to be then…”Oh! Wow! Breath-taking!”
The camera shutter clicked rapidly as Hongbin kept his finger pressed down on the button, moving in nice and close to capture every contorted wrinkle of Jaehwan’s uncooperative expression.
After Hongbin had taken about fifty shots, accomplished quite quickly with the multi-shot mode he had his camera set on, he took a few steps back to examine his work.
It didn’t take more than skimming through a few pictures before Hongbin let out a snort of laughter, having to seat himself down on the grass lest he actually fall over and risk breaking his prized possession, “Oh my god, hyung!”
More broken laughter followed, Hongbin curling himself inwards to protect himself and his camera from the assault he knew was coming.
“Hey! My face isn’t that funny!” Of course Jaehwan would take offense when he was the one who had been making the weird faces intentionally. Still, the assault only came because Hongbin looked like he wanted it.
Jaehwan stood up and pretended to kick him while he was on the ground, only scuffing at air and making noises of mocked rage. If anyone happened to walk by, they would probably give the grove of shrubbery an odd look.
Hongbin played along with the fake fight, his body twitching as if he were actually being hit and making excessively loud grunts of pain to contribute to the act, “Ah! Ow! Ow!”
It was hard for him to even take himself seriously with the laughter still bursting from his shaking body.
“Now get up and take real pictures of me,” Jaehwan went back to the spot, sitting down on the log again and this time posing like a poised angel. He decided to even use the help of a green friend, taking the leaves of the nearby foliage and guiding them close to his face where he pretended to be ‘one with nature’.
“Ah, hyung, that’s so cliche…” Hongbin whined with a small sigh when he saw how Jaehwan had decided to position himself, dimples disappearing, but sat up and readied his camera regardless.
Hongbin snapped a few shots from where he was seated, then laid down on his stomach on the cool grass, balancing on his elbows, to shoot a few more from an upwards angle, wanting to capture the way the sunlight was refracted through the thin canopy of the trees.
Through just the lens of his camera Hongbin was able to admire how the shadows accentuated Jaehwan’s features, yes, even the nose he so frequently made fun of and Jaehwan’s little elf ears he teased from time to time as well. While he had regarded the leaves as cliche, the shadowed lines they cast across Jaehwan’s face were flattering.
Despite the relentless badgering, Hongbin often caught himself staring at the slope of Jaehwan’s large nose and smiling about the points of his ears. He was smiling now even, thankfully masked by the camera body shielding his face.
Once satisfied, Hongbin rolled over onto his back and again went through the process of examining his work, camera held above his face, quick to press the trash can labeled button on anything that wasn’t up to his perfectionist standards.
It wasn’t long before the indents on either side of his cheeks resurfaced as Hongbin lingered on a couple close-up shots he had snuck of Jaehwan’s puppy-dog eyes, nose, ears, and even a few of his plump lips. He always disappeared into his own world when skimming his previews, already having forgotten that Jaehwan was still physically there with him and not just an image locked away in his camera.
Though Hongbin would never admit it outloud even under torture, Jaehwan was handsome.
Speaking of, "Enchanted by my handsome looks, Binnie?" Jaehwan appeared right beside him, sitting cross-legged on the grass, trying to review the photos as well.
From this position though it was impossible for Jaehwan to catch any glimpse of the camera screen, so he simply did what any other clever person would--he yanked the camera straight from Hongbin's grasp.
“Jaehwan-hyung!!” Hongbin practically shrieked as he felt his treasured object snatched from his hands, scrambling to reach for it.
"What are you--" Jaehwan went silent when he first saw the captured zoom-in shot of his lips. Their full and malleable state was so obvious by the way they were puckered, as if waiting for another pair to seek them out.
“You’re going to break it, you idiot! Give it back!” He didn’t care at this point that Jaehwan had seen the now not so secret macro shots he had taken, more concerned with getting his expensive camera back before Jaehwan’s stupid, dumb hands went and dropped it; Jaehwan couldn’t be trusted with anything precious, which is why he hadn’t been allowed to hold a toddler for their CeCi photoshoot.
The camera was cradled to Hongbin’s chest much like a baby once he managed to take it back, taking advantage of Jaehwan’s sudden surprise.
Despite the sudden flash of heat in his neck and cheeks more appropriate for summer than this springtime concept, Jaehwan kept his composure. He almost stuttered over his words though, "Why...were you staring at a picture of my lips?!"
A snort was Hongbin’s initial response to the question, lips drawn in a thin line and eyes narrowed as he glared at Jaehwan, “I was just trying to figure out how you didn’t end up swallowing Dohee-ssi’s entire face when you kissed her.”
Hongbin’s brows rose just the slightest bit, surprised yet very impressed with himself for spinning such a clever excuse with just the right amount of insult. "And don’t touch my camera," he added sharply, lips pushing out in a slight pout as he went back to checking over every inch of his camera to make sure Jaehwan’s greasy fingers hadn’t broken anything.
"I'm not the one who drops phones just because they vibrate," Jaehwan slapped back with his quick words. He remembered the horror and rush of apologies Hongbin smothered onto Park Hyoshin when he completely shattered their sunbae's phone.
“That was an accident! And Hyoshin-sunbaenim forgave me!” Hongbin was quick to defend himself though he came off sounding much like a child with his hand caught in a cookie jar and no escape.
Jaehwan had of course teased Hongbin for a good week, and would still bring it up, commenting how he was surprised Hongbin's hard-on didn't catch the phone from dropping onto the floor.
Yet Hongbin's reply was finally catching up to him, his ears ringing less with heat and letting him properly process it. "I am a marvelous kisser, thank you very much. You can go ahead and call her and ask."
A rather ugly snort escaped from the exceptionally attractive photographer at hearing such a brash and bold comment from Jaehwan, turning from where he had seated himself on the log to look up at Jaehwan. “Like I’m going to believe anything she says. You probably paid her off to tell everyone you were a good kisser. Just because you kiss all your Chopper dolls goodnight every night doesn’t mean you’re a good kisser.”
And just because Hongbin felt like acting like a five-year-old, he stuck his tongue out at Jaehwan to further accentuate he didn’t believe a word he was saying.
“Yah!” Jaehwan swatted at the air as if Hongbin’s tongue reached that far. Really, Hongbin deserved a smack for addressing the way he interacted with his Chopper dolls. “At least those dolls are loyal to me.”
Jaehwan then let the arches of his lips droop downwards indignantly. “If you won’t believe anyones’ words, then why don’t I just show you?”
“Alright.” Pink suddenly rose into Hongbin’s cheeks at his own lack of hesitation, hoping Jaehwan didn't catch the tiny raise in his voice at his eagerness. He wasn’t eager, of course not. It wasn’t like he had been thinking about this, dreaming about this, for weeks now. Nope, not at all.
It didn’t matter though, he thought to himself, Jaehwan was just bluffing anyways and Hongbin wasn’t one to waste an opportunity to fluster the overconfident vocalist. So it was with that motivation that Hongbin stood up from the log and placed himself in front of Jaehwan in one smooth step, his fingers wrapping delicately around the soft, slight curves of Jaehwan’s hips to pull him nice and close.
There was a ghost of a smirk tugging at Hongbin’s smooth lips, mischief twinkling in his wide eyes, a touch of quiet desire resonating from his vocal chords, “Show me.”
The supposed confidence Jaehwan had dwindled quick, like Hongbin just squished the flame of his little fire out; it was either the way Hongbin’s hands felt like small heaters on his hips or the riveting way he stared at him. Jaehwan refused to give Hongbin enough credit and say it was both of those combined as well as his naturally deep voice commanding him to kiss him.
Suddenly Jaehwan was backtracking, looking for a believable excuse. “We’re in the park, doofus. I don’t give out my kisses in public.”
Hongbin immediately tucked his lower lip between his teeth, feeling the prickling of building laughter tickling around his ribs. He kept his composure for now, wanting to see just how Jaehwan would try and weasel his way out of this.
Jaehwan’s hands went straight down to Hongbin’s, plucking them off the waist of his shorts. However, he kept his fingers laced around Hongbin’s hands, and because Jaehwan couldn’t let Hongbin win this abrupt duel of kiss-wits, he raised his chin.
His nostrils flared as if to give Hongbin a giant ‘fuck you, my big nose is perfect’ gesture, “As soon as we’re back in the dorm, I’ll kiss you senseless. You know what it’s like to have no sense? Everyone who experiences it always comes back for more.”
There was one of two ways Hongbin could play the situation. One: he could let that simmering laughter explode like an erupting volcano, effectively wiping away whatever little smudge of confidence Jaehwan happened to have left. Or two…
“Oh…” This time Hongbin let the emotion in his voice ring loud and clear for Jaehwan to hear, wanting the disappointment to pierce straight into his heart. He could feel the way Jaehwan kept his thin fingers hooked around his hands when he cold have just easily slapped them away like he had been with his words combatting Hongbin’s all day.
Hongbin pulled one of his hands free to rub at the back of his neck, his gaze only meeting Jaehwan’s upturned one for a brief second before shifting downwards towards the ground, “I guess I don’t blame you if you don’t want to kiss me. I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as Dohee-ssi…”
It took every ounce of Hongbin’s self-control to keep the grin twitching the corners of his mouth at bay but he was a good actor--he had starred in one of their music videos after all. He could do this.
Jaehwan pondered squashing this whole ordeal and agreeing with Hongbin, ending it right then and there--but who was he kidding, he wanted to kiss him. Even if there was the chance Hongbin was toying around with him, something as simple as this wouldn’t harm either of them.
The action was smooth, despite the clumsy way Jaehwan’s nerves tripped about in him. As the wind slipped through the cracks of the surrounding trees, he lowered his gaze onto Hongbin’s lips and his free hand raised to gently cup his alabaster cheek, his thumb stretching to press under his chin and tilt his head up again.
When Jaehwan closed the distance, his lips parted slowly and it was a tender exchange, his mouth finding Hongbin’s and softly easing their mouths together.
Hongbin’s resolve cracked the second he felt Jaehwan’s hand gently raising his head, the burgundy color spreading across his cheeks unstoppable. His eyes grew wider in mild shock as Jaehwan drew closer before pressing shut.
As sure as Hongbin had been about reading the situation there was still the tiniest bit of doubt that had been lingering in the back of his mind that he was completely off base, but it was quickly dispelled with the meeting of their lips.
Jaehwan’s lips were softer and fuller than Hongbin could have ever imagined since the moment he witnessed them melding with Dohee’s through his computer screen, and now here they were against his own just as effortlessly; maybe kissing all his Chopper dolls had paid off.
The small sound Hongbin let slip free was lost against Jaehwan’s lips as he pressed firmly into the kiss in return, Hongbin’s hands having found their way to Jaehwan’s chest to grip at the airy material of his shirt.
Hongbin was the first to pull away, albeit reluctantly, in order to be the first to claim victory over this turn of events with a full display of dimples and white teeth, “I knew it, hyung. I knew you wanted to kiss me. The way you blushed when you caught me looking at the picture of your lips…you’re so obvious.”
Jaehwan was trying to clear his throat so he could breathe properly, a bewildered gape casting over his features at Hongbin’s words. He was still recovering from the fact that Hongbin moaned into their brief kiss. If Hongbin denied it later he was prepared to reenact the sound.
The shock on Jaehwan’s face made him chuckle light-heartedly, Jaehwan obviously thinking he had gotten away with that, “I’m a photographer, of course I’m going to notice little things like that.
“That’s it, you still have too much sense left,” Jaehwan rolled his eyes before he reached up with both hands, letting them frame Hongbin’s neck as he pulled him close, more forcefully this time, shutting him up with another kiss.
Later on, Jaehwan would go on to ask Hongbin if he construed this whole photography session just to get him alone to lock lips. After all, they ended up in a park and Hongbin struck up the conversation about the scene he had in his drama.
It wouldn’t matter in the end though, because Jaehwan would pull the amateur photographer in close, using his gift-to-all-humanity nose to nudge against Hongbin’s, and then seal off any of his defensive words with another picture perfect kiss.
a/n: Inspired by Jaehwan looking so, so hot at Seoul Fashion week. Also to torture Jasmine ~C
C always comes to me with these wild ideas and I always end up liking them -J
:) ~C
Pairing: KenBin
Word Count: 5,092
Rating: PG. (mild sexual references and swearing)
Summary: Hongbin takes pictures of Jaehwan's eyes, nose, and lips.
“Wow! You looked really good at the fashion show, hyung!” Hongbin exclaimed from where he was seated on the living room floor of their dorm, leaning back against the couch that Jaehwan was sprawled out on, and hogging, as he scrolled through the news site photos from the night before on his phone.
Jaehwan scoffed, leaning over to lightly knock Hongbin upside the head with his fist, “I look good every day, Hongbin-ah.”
Of course it was quite the compliment to be told so by the designated “face” of the group, someone whose good looks were acknowledged worldwide. Jaehwan couldn’t help but smile a little wider as he rested his arm back across his stomach, just behind where his computer was propped with One Piece playing on the screen.
Hongbin turned to retaliate but saw how Jaehwan had strategically placed his computer and knew he couldn’t fight back physically without damaging the machine, and he couldn’t afford to replace the computer if he broke it. So he settled for crossing his arms on the little sliver of cushion that Jaehwan’s body wasn’t occupying, resting his chin on his forearms, “I mean it, Jaehwan-hyung! You’re really photogenic!”
“Yeah, yeah, sheesh, why are you yelling at me over it?” Jaehwan swatted away at Hongbin who was quickly becoming a nuisance in his space. He just wanted to watch his anime, even if he had seen the episode a gazillion and one times.
But with Hongbin remaining there, turned towards him and casting his unusually dark and perceptive eyes on him, Jaehwan snapped without even sparing a glance his way, “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”
And that’s just what Hongbin did.
He retrieved his phone from where he had set it on the ground, fingers swiping over the screen to open the camera. Hongbin then stood up, making a point of leaning his weight on Jaehwan’s chest for support, earning him a narrowed eye grunt.
“Hmm...now which angle won’t make your nose look like a ski jump…” Hongbin tapped a finger on his chin thoughtfully as he let his large eyes scan over the expanse of Jaehwan’s very...unique face.
Even though they all constantly teased the main vocal, Jaehwan even poking fun at himself, Hongbin found the way Jaehwan’s nose was just the tiniest bit too big for his face and the way the bottom of his ears slated into his head and stuck out a bit too far quite cute.
But he would never admit it.
Instead Hongbin leaned down to position his phone right beneath Jaehwan’s nostrils, shutting one eye and assessing the angle, “Maybe I should give the fans a shot of whatever mysteries lay hidden inside? I mean you did fit a 100 won coin up there once, who the hell knows what else you might have stashed away.”
“Only the eighth wonder of the world, you asshole,” Jaehwan pushed at Hongbin’s phone, destroying any chance he had of capturing an up-nose shot. It had taken him a while to become okay with his larger than life nose after all of the ridicule he faced in school.
“Go pick on something your own size,” Jaehwan pouted, turning the volume of his earbuds up to drown out any of Hongbin’s insulting but quite witty replies. “Like a string bean!” he added, his voice consequently raising to make up for the louder noise of fighting now displayed on his screen.
Hongbin’s face twisted at the unnecessarily loud volume of Jaehwan’s voice when he was still right next to him before simply smiling at the rather lame attempt at a comeback. He didn’t counter-attack though, watching as Jaehwan’s entire focus was returned back to his anime; Hongbin might as well have been invisible now.
This was the perfect time for him to raise his phone again and take an actual picture this time, capturing the intense look of concentration on Jaehwan’s face, the slight widening of his eyes and dropping of his jaw indicating that something unexpected must have happened. How Jaehwan could still be surprised by something he had seen a million times over was beyond Hongbin.
“Hyung, don’t ignore me.” Hongbin pouted, plucking the buds out of Jaehwan’s ears and pressing the mute button on his computer to silence the noise of the anime.
Before Jaehwan could protest Hongbin pushed up on his shoulders and forced Jaehwan to sit up, squeezing into the small space between Jaehwan and the armrest and letting his hyung just fall back against his side, “Look.”
Hongbin opened the photo gallery on his phone and enlarged the picture he had just taken of Jaehwan, “You really should let me photograph you sometime, hyung. Why do all the fans get to hog that beauty?”
Though his tone was taunting, there was a thin layer of affection in Hongbin’s teasing.
Jaehwan wanted to protest but he mumbled something incoherent and braved a flicker of his eyes down to the photo. He didn’t know what was so special about it, but even Jaehwan had to admit it was flattering for Hongbin to want to photograph him. He always admired the way he collected candids and posed pictures of the members.
“Are you serious?” Jaehwan asked, still hesitant to agree to this if Hongbin was just playing around. He’d like to argue his time was worth a lot of money but lately he hadn’t exactly been drowning in schedules like Hakyeon--cue his rewatching of One Piece. “I don’t want this to be some ridiculous ‘abstract’ photography like of my nostrils or my handsome toes. I want to be cool.”
Jaehwan showed an indignant tilt of his chin upwards to prove to Hongbin he meant business.
“Of course I’m serious! I never joke with my photography.” Hongbin snorted and rolled his eyes at Jaehwan’s attempted display of “coolness”, tucking his phone back into his pocket before reaching up and ruffling Jaehwan’s unstyled hair, fluffy and just as soft as it looked to touch when absent of all the styling products. “Make you look cool? That’s a bit of a stretch, even for a photographer as talented as me, hyung.”
Hongbin pressed the fingers of his free hand into Jaehwan’s side playfully, urging him to sit back up so he could stand, but not before letting his fingers skim over the waistline of Jaehwan’s sweatpants and snap the waistband of his briefs beneath, “Now go put some decent clothes on. Hobo chic was so three years ago.”
Hongbin laughed as he quickly darted off the couch, hearing an offended “Hey! Hobo chic is timeless!” from behind as he scurried to his room to fetch his camera.
So this is how they ended up outside in a nearby alley, Jaehwan posing by an old, murky window of an apartment building, giving off a New York feel. He had on spring appropriate clothes, a soft-looking crew neck with large white polka dots cleanly decorating a thin-strip print. Hongbin had convinced him to show off his legs, white shorts leaving his knobbly knees and slim calves in sight. His shoes were a plain navy color, embodying the word ‘comfort’ as they were simple low-cut sneakers reaching right beneath his sharp ankles.
Hongbin was dressed a bit more simply, a pair of blue jeans and a black long sleeved shirt and gray tennis shoes; he needed to be able to maneuver to capture the best shots, as well as be able to get a little dirty if the angle he was looking for required him to get down on the ground.
“Are you capturing my good side?” Jaehwan asked, peering to his left as one leg was bent, shoe flat on the brick behind him while he conveyed an air of casual chic, “Oh wait, that’s all sides of me.”
He looked the opposite way to show off his other good side.
Hongbin let out a very obvious snort from where he was currently seated on the ground, shooting some upward angles and capturing the tall facade of the building behind Jaehwan as well, “You know for being so reluctant about this you sure are awfully cocky.”
“Well I wasn’t reluctant about my performance. I was reluctant about the photographer’s,” Jaehwan corrected because this was an important difference. These words were said with a whole-hearted intention to make Hongbin snort again; for such a handsome guy, he sure made unattractive noises.
Hongbin stood up and brushed himself off before leaning his shoulder on the wall about a foot away from Jaehwan to shoot now.
It was easier for Jaehwan to pose and to act relaxed with Hongbin a solid distance from him; however now with the photographer ‘in his grill without knowing what was cooking in it’ (a term he had heard once from an American movie), Jaehwan felt himself become a little more stiff and a lot more awkward.
At least he thought he was awkward, with the way he tried hard not to focus on how Hongbin was staring him down a lens tube so close. Hongbin was so still and silent as he focused on Jaehwan. It felt more intimate and Jaehwan was suddenly self-conscious of his face routine--did he have any blemishes or unwanted bumps on his face?
To overcome his sudden nervousness, Jaehwan added a few pictures with him wrinkling his nose and pinching the bridge of it, showing a mixture of distress and aegyo. When he heard Hongbin’s chuckle flutter past the camera, Jaehwan went back into serious mode, flashing a small smile towards the lens.
The camera shutter clicked in rapid succession as Hongbin snapped more closeups, “Alright, I think I got what I need from this spot.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as Jaehwan had decided to improvise and throw in a few less than flattering photos, but it brought a warm smile to the photographer’s face as well.
Jaehwan sighed in relief, shrugging off the tension that built through his neck and shoulders. This one-on-one modeling business with a private photographer was more grueling than he expected. Thank goodness he wasn’t a successful soloist who sold out arenas all by himself.
Hongbin’s eyes immediately went down to the camera between his hands, fixated on the screen as he flipped through the previews, his fingers quick to delete any he wasn’t satisfied with, “Let’s go to the park across the street, the lighting will be better there though the building at least made your nose look smaller.”
He looked up at Jaehwan with a dimpled grin.
Jaehwan was watchful of Hongbin reviewing the photos, this curious glint in his eyes as he listened closely for any sounds of approval or reproach. Hongbin wasn’t exactly telling with his sounds as he just pressed buttons.
Just as he was about to comment on how Hongbin must have lots of good stuff to work with, he was making that remark about his nose and Jaehwan muttered, “Ungrateful brat.”
“Photos of my nose could be displayed at The Louvre, I’ll have you know,” Jaehwan flung his arms dramatically about as he led the way. “Right next to the Mona Lisa!”
With his camera hanging loose from the supportive strap around his neck, Hongbin’s hands were free to grab one of Jaehwan’s flailing arms and tug him over to him. Once close enough, Hongbin wrapped his arm around Jaehwan’s neck and ruffled his fingers through the stiff hair he knew Jaehwan had spent at least ten minutes styling even though he claimed he had kept Hongbin waiting because he hadn’t been able to find a pair of clean underwear. It would have been entirely believable had Hongbin not caught onto the faint scent of Wonshik’s styling gel when Jaehwan had strolled past him out the door.
This of course earned fretful whines from Jaehwan as he tried to curl away from the hair attack to no avail.
“Oh your nose deserves an entire gallery just to itself, hyung. It’s such a beauty I don’t know why you haven’t been contacted to make it the ninth Wonder of the World yet!” Of course his voice was dripping with overt sarcasm, laughing with his dimples on full display when he finally released his victim.
"Eighth, Hongbin-ah. Eighth." Jaehwan deadpanned, looking offended Hongbin got the number wrong as he tried to piece his hair back together into the impeccable fluffy structure he once had.
“Make sure you actually turn your head both ways to check before crossing the street so you can see past your nose, hyung.” Hongbin threw a well-mannered wink at Jaehwan before crossing the street himself, pausing on the sidewalk for a moment to scout out a prime spot, “Ah, perfect!”
There was a small grove of trees tucked back towards the middle of the park that Hongbin walked towards, having to squeeze between a few of the larger trunks that almost curled together before there was enough space between the towering oaks.
Despite being in almost the exact center of the park, it was secluded enough where Hongbin could shoot without worry of a stray child running by or high school kid trying to chase down a soccer ball and unintentionally ruin a potentially perfect shot.
The canopy of the trees also let in just enough sunlight that the small clearing wasn’t entirely covered in shade, but provided Hongbin with a variety of options for lighting. Between that and the scattered fallen logs and sprinkling of colorful flowers, it was the set up he was looking for.
"Blech, I should've taken my allergy medicine." Jaehwan came trekking in right behind him, pushing the branches aside and avoiding stomping on the flowers.
"So where do you want me to stand, tulip?" He grinned at his nickname for Hongbin, looking around while adjusting his clothes. "By these Adonis? Because you know, it's fitting for me and all," Jaehwan let his cheek hover by the white petals as he let his nose stick out.
Hongbin inwardly curled his fingers at the nickname, knowing if he said anything that Jaehwan would only continue to address him by it. When it came to wanting Jaehwan to leave things alone it was best just not to draw attention to them.
“Did you even pay attention in school? Adonis was a god of beauty and desire. The only thing people desire from you is to shut your mouth, hyung.”
As with everything Hongbin teased Jaehwan about, it was done with a smile hoping to lessen the blow because his aim was never to actually hurt his feelings.
Jaehwan frowned, his malleable lips drooping and puckering into those puppy pouts he was so good at. He could’ve shut Hongbin up by mentioning that there are some situations where people would like his mouth open, but now was not the time for oral sex jokes.
Surveying the area again with Jaehwan now there, Hongbin imagined him in different areas set throughout the clearing: sitting on a branch? No, Jaehwan’s uncoordinated self would undoubtedly fall out the tree. Laying in the grass by the flowers? Too cliche and probably just what Jaehwan was dying to do.
“Come over here.” Hongbin took the few steps over to Ken and pinched the large nose between his fingers to, gently, pull him over towards one of the fallen logs nestled right on the border of the sunlight and the shade, “Sit here, on that shade line.” He directed, wanting Jaehwan posed half in the sun and half in the shadows.
Jaehwan stomped rather defiantly over, his hands at the last moment swiping up to evade Hongbin’s hold on his nose. “How insulting. Did you even wash your hands?”
The vocalist was still bitter over Hongbin’s earlier tease, sitting carefully on the log as he continued to grumble. The words ‘watermelon’ and ‘sock’ slipped out because he was complaining about nonsense.
“Is this good?” Jaehwan asked, tilting his chin up to stare at the camera. He wasn’t complying at all though with the way his nose wrinkled and he glared at the lens with small eyes.
Of course Jaehwan wouldn’t cooperate right away, Hongbin knew better than to expect that much of him, but if that’s how Jaehwan wanted to be then…”Oh! Wow! Breath-taking!”
The camera shutter clicked rapidly as Hongbin kept his finger pressed down on the button, moving in nice and close to capture every contorted wrinkle of Jaehwan’s uncooperative expression.
After Hongbin had taken about fifty shots, accomplished quite quickly with the multi-shot mode he had his camera set on, he took a few steps back to examine his work.
It didn’t take more than skimming through a few pictures before Hongbin let out a snort of laughter, having to seat himself down on the grass lest he actually fall over and risk breaking his prized possession, “Oh my god, hyung!”
More broken laughter followed, Hongbin curling himself inwards to protect himself and his camera from the assault he knew was coming.
“Hey! My face isn’t that funny!” Of course Jaehwan would take offense when he was the one who had been making the weird faces intentionally. Still, the assault only came because Hongbin looked like he wanted it.
Jaehwan stood up and pretended to kick him while he was on the ground, only scuffing at air and making noises of mocked rage. If anyone happened to walk by, they would probably give the grove of shrubbery an odd look.
Hongbin played along with the fake fight, his body twitching as if he were actually being hit and making excessively loud grunts of pain to contribute to the act, “Ah! Ow! Ow!”
It was hard for him to even take himself seriously with the laughter still bursting from his shaking body.
“Now get up and take real pictures of me,” Jaehwan went back to the spot, sitting down on the log again and this time posing like a poised angel. He decided to even use the help of a green friend, taking the leaves of the nearby foliage and guiding them close to his face where he pretended to be ‘one with nature’.
“Ah, hyung, that’s so cliche…” Hongbin whined with a small sigh when he saw how Jaehwan had decided to position himself, dimples disappearing, but sat up and readied his camera regardless.
Hongbin snapped a few shots from where he was seated, then laid down on his stomach on the cool grass, balancing on his elbows, to shoot a few more from an upwards angle, wanting to capture the way the sunlight was refracted through the thin canopy of the trees.
Through just the lens of his camera Hongbin was able to admire how the shadows accentuated Jaehwan’s features, yes, even the nose he so frequently made fun of and Jaehwan’s little elf ears he teased from time to time as well. While he had regarded the leaves as cliche, the shadowed lines they cast across Jaehwan’s face were flattering.
Despite the relentless badgering, Hongbin often caught himself staring at the slope of Jaehwan’s large nose and smiling about the points of his ears. He was smiling now even, thankfully masked by the camera body shielding his face.
Once satisfied, Hongbin rolled over onto his back and again went through the process of examining his work, camera held above his face, quick to press the trash can labeled button on anything that wasn’t up to his perfectionist standards.
It wasn’t long before the indents on either side of his cheeks resurfaced as Hongbin lingered on a couple close-up shots he had snuck of Jaehwan’s puppy-dog eyes, nose, ears, and even a few of his plump lips. He always disappeared into his own world when skimming his previews, already having forgotten that Jaehwan was still physically there with him and not just an image locked away in his camera.
Though Hongbin would never admit it outloud even under torture, Jaehwan was handsome.
Speaking of, "Enchanted by my handsome looks, Binnie?" Jaehwan appeared right beside him, sitting cross-legged on the grass, trying to review the photos as well.
From this position though it was impossible for Jaehwan to catch any glimpse of the camera screen, so he simply did what any other clever person would--he yanked the camera straight from Hongbin's grasp.
“Jaehwan-hyung!!” Hongbin practically shrieked as he felt his treasured object snatched from his hands, scrambling to reach for it.
"What are you--" Jaehwan went silent when he first saw the captured zoom-in shot of his lips. Their full and malleable state was so obvious by the way they were puckered, as if waiting for another pair to seek them out.
“You’re going to break it, you idiot! Give it back!” He didn’t care at this point that Jaehwan had seen the now not so secret macro shots he had taken, more concerned with getting his expensive camera back before Jaehwan’s stupid, dumb hands went and dropped it; Jaehwan couldn’t be trusted with anything precious, which is why he hadn’t been allowed to hold a toddler for their CeCi photoshoot.
The camera was cradled to Hongbin’s chest much like a baby once he managed to take it back, taking advantage of Jaehwan’s sudden surprise.
Despite the sudden flash of heat in his neck and cheeks more appropriate for summer than this springtime concept, Jaehwan kept his composure. He almost stuttered over his words though, "Why...were you staring at a picture of my lips?!"
A snort was Hongbin’s initial response to the question, lips drawn in a thin line and eyes narrowed as he glared at Jaehwan, “I was just trying to figure out how you didn’t end up swallowing Dohee-ssi’s entire face when you kissed her.”
Hongbin’s brows rose just the slightest bit, surprised yet very impressed with himself for spinning such a clever excuse with just the right amount of insult. "And don’t touch my camera," he added sharply, lips pushing out in a slight pout as he went back to checking over every inch of his camera to make sure Jaehwan’s greasy fingers hadn’t broken anything.
"I'm not the one who drops phones just because they vibrate," Jaehwan slapped back with his quick words. He remembered the horror and rush of apologies Hongbin smothered onto Park Hyoshin when he completely shattered their sunbae's phone.
“That was an accident! And Hyoshin-sunbaenim forgave me!” Hongbin was quick to defend himself though he came off sounding much like a child with his hand caught in a cookie jar and no escape.
Jaehwan had of course teased Hongbin for a good week, and would still bring it up, commenting how he was surprised Hongbin's hard-on didn't catch the phone from dropping onto the floor.
Yet Hongbin's reply was finally catching up to him, his ears ringing less with heat and letting him properly process it. "I am a marvelous kisser, thank you very much. You can go ahead and call her and ask."
A rather ugly snort escaped from the exceptionally attractive photographer at hearing such a brash and bold comment from Jaehwan, turning from where he had seated himself on the log to look up at Jaehwan. “Like I’m going to believe anything she says. You probably paid her off to tell everyone you were a good kisser. Just because you kiss all your Chopper dolls goodnight every night doesn’t mean you’re a good kisser.”
And just because Hongbin felt like acting like a five-year-old, he stuck his tongue out at Jaehwan to further accentuate he didn’t believe a word he was saying.
“Yah!” Jaehwan swatted at the air as if Hongbin’s tongue reached that far. Really, Hongbin deserved a smack for addressing the way he interacted with his Chopper dolls. “At least those dolls are loyal to me.”
Jaehwan then let the arches of his lips droop downwards indignantly. “If you won’t believe anyones’ words, then why don’t I just show you?”
“Alright.” Pink suddenly rose into Hongbin’s cheeks at his own lack of hesitation, hoping Jaehwan didn't catch the tiny raise in his voice at his eagerness. He wasn’t eager, of course not. It wasn’t like he had been thinking about this, dreaming about this, for weeks now. Nope, not at all.
It didn’t matter though, he thought to himself, Jaehwan was just bluffing anyways and Hongbin wasn’t one to waste an opportunity to fluster the overconfident vocalist. So it was with that motivation that Hongbin stood up from the log and placed himself in front of Jaehwan in one smooth step, his fingers wrapping delicately around the soft, slight curves of Jaehwan’s hips to pull him nice and close.
There was a ghost of a smirk tugging at Hongbin’s smooth lips, mischief twinkling in his wide eyes, a touch of quiet desire resonating from his vocal chords, “Show me.”
The supposed confidence Jaehwan had dwindled quick, like Hongbin just squished the flame of his little fire out; it was either the way Hongbin’s hands felt like small heaters on his hips or the riveting way he stared at him. Jaehwan refused to give Hongbin enough credit and say it was both of those combined as well as his naturally deep voice commanding him to kiss him.
Suddenly Jaehwan was backtracking, looking for a believable excuse. “We’re in the park, doofus. I don’t give out my kisses in public.”
Hongbin immediately tucked his lower lip between his teeth, feeling the prickling of building laughter tickling around his ribs. He kept his composure for now, wanting to see just how Jaehwan would try and weasel his way out of this.
Jaehwan’s hands went straight down to Hongbin’s, plucking them off the waist of his shorts. However, he kept his fingers laced around Hongbin’s hands, and because Jaehwan couldn’t let Hongbin win this abrupt duel of kiss-wits, he raised his chin.
His nostrils flared as if to give Hongbin a giant ‘fuck you, my big nose is perfect’ gesture, “As soon as we’re back in the dorm, I’ll kiss you senseless. You know what it’s like to have no sense? Everyone who experiences it always comes back for more.”
There was one of two ways Hongbin could play the situation. One: he could let that simmering laughter explode like an erupting volcano, effectively wiping away whatever little smudge of confidence Jaehwan happened to have left. Or two…
“Oh…” This time Hongbin let the emotion in his voice ring loud and clear for Jaehwan to hear, wanting the disappointment to pierce straight into his heart. He could feel the way Jaehwan kept his thin fingers hooked around his hands when he cold have just easily slapped them away like he had been with his words combatting Hongbin’s all day.
Hongbin pulled one of his hands free to rub at the back of his neck, his gaze only meeting Jaehwan’s upturned one for a brief second before shifting downwards towards the ground, “I guess I don’t blame you if you don’t want to kiss me. I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as Dohee-ssi…”
It took every ounce of Hongbin’s self-control to keep the grin twitching the corners of his mouth at bay but he was a good actor--he had starred in one of their music videos after all. He could do this.
Jaehwan pondered squashing this whole ordeal and agreeing with Hongbin, ending it right then and there--but who was he kidding, he wanted to kiss him. Even if there was the chance Hongbin was toying around with him, something as simple as this wouldn’t harm either of them.
The action was smooth, despite the clumsy way Jaehwan’s nerves tripped about in him. As the wind slipped through the cracks of the surrounding trees, he lowered his gaze onto Hongbin’s lips and his free hand raised to gently cup his alabaster cheek, his thumb stretching to press under his chin and tilt his head up again.
When Jaehwan closed the distance, his lips parted slowly and it was a tender exchange, his mouth finding Hongbin’s and softly easing their mouths together.
Hongbin’s resolve cracked the second he felt Jaehwan’s hand gently raising his head, the burgundy color spreading across his cheeks unstoppable. His eyes grew wider in mild shock as Jaehwan drew closer before pressing shut.
As sure as Hongbin had been about reading the situation there was still the tiniest bit of doubt that had been lingering in the back of his mind that he was completely off base, but it was quickly dispelled with the meeting of their lips.
Jaehwan’s lips were softer and fuller than Hongbin could have ever imagined since the moment he witnessed them melding with Dohee’s through his computer screen, and now here they were against his own just as effortlessly; maybe kissing all his Chopper dolls had paid off.
The small sound Hongbin let slip free was lost against Jaehwan’s lips as he pressed firmly into the kiss in return, Hongbin’s hands having found their way to Jaehwan’s chest to grip at the airy material of his shirt.
Hongbin was the first to pull away, albeit reluctantly, in order to be the first to claim victory over this turn of events with a full display of dimples and white teeth, “I knew it, hyung. I knew you wanted to kiss me. The way you blushed when you caught me looking at the picture of your lips…you’re so obvious.”
Jaehwan was trying to clear his throat so he could breathe properly, a bewildered gape casting over his features at Hongbin’s words. He was still recovering from the fact that Hongbin moaned into their brief kiss. If Hongbin denied it later he was prepared to reenact the sound.
The shock on Jaehwan’s face made him chuckle light-heartedly, Jaehwan obviously thinking he had gotten away with that, “I’m a photographer, of course I’m going to notice little things like that.
“That’s it, you still have too much sense left,” Jaehwan rolled his eyes before he reached up with both hands, letting them frame Hongbin’s neck as he pulled him close, more forcefully this time, shutting him up with another kiss.
Later on, Jaehwan would go on to ask Hongbin if he construed this whole photography session just to get him alone to lock lips. After all, they ended up in a park and Hongbin struck up the conversation about the scene he had in his drama.
It wouldn’t matter in the end though, because Jaehwan would pull the amateur photographer in close, using his gift-to-all-humanity nose to nudge against Hongbin’s, and then seal off any of his defensive words with another picture perfect kiss.
a/n: Inspired by Jaehwan looking so, so hot at Seoul Fashion week. Also to torture Jasmine ~C
C always comes to me with these wild ideas and I always end up liking them -J
:) ~C