can you blame me?
can you blame me?
4minute. hyuna/yoo ah in. pg-13.
the best things happen when the cameras aren't around.
They’re left alone at the shooting location and Hyuna only has to let her gaze sweep Ah In from head to toe before she’s being pressed against the soft brown leather of the chair they’re sharing.
“Oppa.” She pitches her voice purposefully higher, lilting it enough that Ah In just slides his hand against her neck until it tangles in her newly dyed hair, tilting her head to fit their mouths together in a bruising kiss.
Hyuna hitches her leg around his, the point of her heel pressing at the back of his knee, bringing their bodies closer together as she fists her hands in the mesh material of his shirt, wrinkling the fabric.
He kisses her with abandon, lips fluttering over her cheeks, the hollow of her throat, and the exposed skin of her shoulder. Ah In’s hands wander just as much, settling on her waist only to move further down, over her hips and the smooth length of her legs.
“Careful, you don’t want to leave marks for the stylist-unni to see, right?” Hyuna manages the question breathily before biting down on her bottom lip, tangling her fingers through Ah In’s hair and bringing his face up, their eyes meeting heatedly.
He smirks and she leans forward, kissing it from his lips.
They remain wrapped in each other for several long moments, working themselves up enough that when the telltale sounds of the photoshoot crew filter throughout the room, they have to hurry to right themselves before they’re caught.
Hyuna’s just managed to sort her hair out into some semblance of order when the room is suddenly full of people; the director, the stylists, the photographer. She chances a glance at her partner and doesn’t manage to stifle her laugh at the state of his hair.
“What?” Ah In brings his arm around her waist and pulls her closer until she’s almost in his lap, but Hyuna doesn’t answer, just throws her legs over his thigh and gets ready for the last portion of their photoshoot.
If she feels his hand grip the bare skin where her shorts stop more firmly, she doesn’t mention it, just fixes the camera with a particularly seductive gaze and wonders if she can convince her manager to let her off for the rest of the day.