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Jongho doesn’t blame Mingi for what’s happening, but of course he’s going to be upset with the situation at hand. It’s also his fault for relying on the older so much to be his model for all his photography projects. But Jongho also has the right to blame his professor for making the class submit new pictures with a different concept every week on top of assignments from other classes. Damn college for making life so much more difficult and stressful than it should be.

Due to Mingi’s parents being extremely busy the next couple months, they opted him to take care of his grandparents, which meant leaving campus (and Jongho). Everything was already set up for Mingi to switch all his classes he needed to take that semester to online. Unfortunately, since it was under such short notice, Mingi had to leave right away. Jongho was about to be abandoned by his primary and only model, with no pictures prepared for the current week’s assignment that’s due in three days.

“What am I supposed to do for the two months that you’re gone?” Jongho pouts defeatedly after trying to selfishly convince Mingi to stay, regardless of the family emergency.

The red-headed boy paused from his rushed packing state. “I’m sure there’s plenty of other people that could be your model,” he reasoned.

“But—“

“You know any of our friends would be willing to help you.”

There was an uneasy feeling coming down on the photographer. Mingi was right, any of their friends would probably be willing to help if they could, but Jongho was still worried they’d decline his request. If none of their friends could help them, then he had to resort to just asking around camps which is definitely not what he wanted to do.

He sighed, letting his shoulders drop and a pout form on his face, “Well, the only good thing about you leaving is that I won’t be sexiled by you and Yunho anymore,” Jongho said nonchalantly, turning around to climb onto his own bed.

“Yah!”

The younger grinned to himself as he went to lay on his back and closed his eyes, “What is Yunho-hyung going to do with all this free time?”

“Why do you hate me?”

“Strong words.”

A sigh was heard on Mingi’s side of the room.

Unfortunately for Jongho, finding a new model for his weekly projects wasn’t going too well. When the younger approached Wooyoung and Yeosang, of course they just had to decline and say they were busy. Jongho could hardly believe the excuse because he knew his friends, as much as they acted like they cared about their academics he knew the two hardly studied. The only time they studied is when they crammed for midterms and finals, which weren’t even close considering the semester had only started a few weeks ago.

Deciding he was tired of their excuses, Jongho called out the couple.

“What do you mean you’re busy? I know fully well you both don’t do shit for your classes.”

The three were sitting in the lounge area, Jongho only joined the other two a few moments before. They were supposedly doing homework, but he squinted his eyes knowingly at them. Even if they had their laptops out along with their notes, he was still going to accuse them of faking it

“We still do homework, Jongho-ah,” Wooyoung said defensively. “Just because we don’t bust our asses like you doesn’t mean we don’t do our work.”

Jongho sighed, mentally cursing Mingi for jinxing him by saying any of their friends would help them.

“And you know the professors always load stuff on the first few weeks,” Yeosang added.

A snap, followed by finger guns came from Wooyoung as a form of agreement. “Isn’t there anyone else you can ask? What about Seonghwa-hyung?”

“I haven’t asked him yet, you two were the first I asked.”

“Honored that we’re your first choice,” Wooyoung grinned menacingly.

Jongho scoffed, “As if, I just saw you guys when I was coming back from class.”

“Sure.”

He didn’t really show it, but Jongho was very stressed about the situation at hand. Not only did he not have a model anymore, before Mingi left, they hadn’t shot anything for that week. Despite them having a decently sized friend group, when the three of them met up with the others later, none of them were able to model for Jongho. He was at a loss, and the last thing he wanted to do was to desperately post something about it on the community board and work with someone random. Jongho sat quietly while everyone was chatting amongst themselves, internally trying to figure out a plan to get away with not having a model.

The thing is, Jongho knew to be a photographer he would have to work with people he didn’t know right away. It’s not that he wasn’t ready for that currently, it’s just he didn’t want to. He’d much rather not have to deal with any of his peers, because college students are strange—but so are Wooyoung and Yeosang.

There is another problem though, while all their friends declined Jongho’s request, Seonghwa still wasn’t there. When he questioned the others about where he was, Hongjoong—his boyfriend—had said he was with another one of his friends.

“You mean you actually let him hang out with people that aren’t us?” Wooyoung asked in a taunting tone. “Surprised your Scorpio-ass didn’t throw a fit.”

Hongjoong glared at him, “I don’t get jealous that easily,” he said defensively.

The rest of them were all thinking the same thing when they all began laughing, Wooyoung’s high pitched dolphin laugh being the loudest. “You? Not getting jealous? That’s such bullshit.”

“Lying isn’t good for you, baby,” came Seonghwa’s voice. Everyone turned to look at the entrance to the lounge where the voice had come from. “And don’t act like you weren’t asking a bunch of questions about San since you hadn’t met him,” he added as he approached them, bending down to greet his boyfriend with a kiss on the head.

The short blonde’s cheeks burned a bright red and crossed his arms.

While everyone was distracted by Hongjoong’s embarrassed and flustered state, Jongho had noticed Seonghwa didn’t come alone. He was accompanied by a raven-haired boy, looking to be around the same age as them. Something about the boy’s jawline being so sharp, and his soft yet piercing eyes wandering amongst them made Jongho’s heart race a little faster than normal. Jongho couldn’t help but notice how perfectly structured his face was, or more so his whole body. The pretty stranger was only wearing a simple outfit consisting of a t-shirt and jeans, but he made it look so much more intricate and stylish.

Pretty. Very pretty.

“This is San,” Seonghwa introduced, motioning towards the pretty stranger. “He’s actually helped me model a few pieces for my designing class.”

“How ironic since Jongho is looking for a new model while Mingi is gone,” Wooyoung intervened with a devilish grin, looking from pretty stranger—now known as San—to the photographer.

Jongho glared in Wooyoung’s direction, “We just met him, have some decency,” he scolded, then looked over at Yeosang. “You’re his boyfriend, do something about him.”

Yeosang pondered for a moment, “No this is kind of entertaining.”

“Jongho is a photography major,” Jongho heard Seonghwa explain, to which San made an acknowledging sound.

“I know Wooyoung and Yunho, we’re all dance majors,” San said with a soft smile.

Even his smile was pretty. To make it even worse (read: better), he had dimples. Dimples. Just two little indents on the corners of his lips somehow made Jongho breathless and his mind go blank. He let out a shaky breath he had been unknowingly holding before speaking.

“I was gonna ask hyung first, but if he can’t then um—“ Jongho couldn’t even finish his sentence, his head too much of a mess to even properly say what he wanted.

Stop getting distracted by how pretty he is and just talk, he tried telling his mind, but it was useless.

A flash of dimples again. “Yeah, I can,” he answered the unspoken question.

He flickered his eyes over towards Seonghwa who shook his head, wordlessly asking his question, “Too many credits this semester, but at least you have San now.”

You have San now.

San hung out with them for the rest of the night, and Jongho felt like his heart was about to combust any time San even looked in his direction. Not the mention he ended up sitting next to Jongho, nearly taking his heart out at that point. San was very nice Jongho had found. Despite having only met the photographer a mere few minutes prior to hanging out, by the time he sat next to Jongho, he was making conversation. San was bubbly, but not nearly as bubbly and obnoxious as Wooyoung. He was good company, and admittedly Jongho was upset when the night came to an end, and they had to go separate ways.

Before completely parting, they exchanged phone numbers so they could be in touch about when Jongho needed San to model. Jongho had planned to ignore the fluttering of his heart when his new model flashed his dimples again, but Wooyoung wasn’t about to let it slide.

“You’re not subtle,” he said as Yeosang, Jongho and him were walking back to their dorm tower. “And you’re not allowed to date anyone, so don’t even think about it.”

Jongho furrowed his brows in confusion, “Why am I not allowed to date? I’m not twelve.”

“No, but you’re our token single friend that gets disgusted when any of us show affection.”

He blinked, “I am not known as the token single friend.”

“Yes, you are,” Yeosang piped in. “We just don’t say it around you.”

“You’re all assholes, and we just met anyways, it’s just a baby crush probably,” he tried reasoning.

Jongho wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more, himself or his friends. Sure, they did just meet, and baby crushes are normal if you meet someone attractive, but Jongho has had baby crushes, and this did not feel like that. Especially when he got back to his lonely room and nearly dropped his phone when he saw San already texted him. It was a simple text that only required a simple response, but Jongho could still feel himself wondering how to reply.

san

> hey it’s san! i had fun talking to you tonight and

getting to know everyone. just lmk when you need

me to model and we can set up a time :)

it was nice meeting you too <

i know it’s last minute, but any chance you <

would be available in the next two days?

san

> i only have one class tomorrow, so how about

2pm?

yeah that’s good, thank you for being <

able to do it short notice

san

> any time <3

That little heart sent a whirl of emotions through Jongho and he let a small smile form on his lips. He let San know what the concept was and sent him the reference photos his professors had handed out to them.

The concept was what his professor described as chic and sexy, like something that was on the cover of a magazine. While outfits can only do so much for someone to look like the concept, they also need to pose like it. Lighting, angles, editing, and the set itself has much to do with it as well. Of course, Jongho is a college student, there’s only so much he can do and afford. Luckily, his professor lets them borrow equipment for their homework, and he’s found a way to make good and cheap sets: bed sheets. For this particular assignment, Jongho was going to hang up black bed sheets in his dorm as a backdrop.

Jongho had told San they’d meet in the lounge where they had hung out last time and from there they’d go to his dorm. After Jongho went to pick up the equipment he needed from the photography room, he made his way over to the lounge. San was sitting in one of the chairs, engaged in whatever he was doing on his phone. Once again, he was sporting jeans and a plain shirt but with a sweater over it this time, looking impossibly attractive with a simple outfit. He ignored the flutter in his chest again when San looked in his direction and smiled.

“Do you need help?” San immediately asked when Jongho approached him with a decent amount of equipment with him.

“Uh—sure,” he replied with a waver in his voice. San relieved one of his shoulders from a bag he had been carrying and slung his own bag over his shoulder. There photographer mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ before leading the way to his dorm.

“I hope the clothes I brought are okay,” San hummed when they entered the building.

“We’ll work with it regardless,” Jongho said. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had uncoordinated outfits for a concept if that’s the case. With you it would be easier though, you might be able to borrow something I have, unlike Mingi who’s a six-foot giant.”

San laughed lightly as Jongho went to open the door to his room, “Assuming you’re speaking from experience?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Jongho sighed, entering the room. “It wasn’t fun.”

The door shut behind them and the two boys set down the bags they were holding. San helped Jongho make the set, it was fairly easy, all they needed to do was hang the black bed sheet over the hooks Jongho had on the wall. Once it was secured, San went to go change while Jongho set up the lights and constructed his camera. While he was putting the lens on the camera, the door to the bathroom opened and Jongho nearly keeled over by how San was dressed.

San had changed into a pair of black slacks instead of keeping his jeans he had on prior. The shirt he was adorning had some type of black and white plant-like pattern and buttoned to his mid-chest. While it was already short sleeved, they still rolled up slightly, and he had another black button up over top that was left open. A plain, silver necklace was around his neck as well, bringing the outfit together completely. The way his clothes hung on him somehow made his jawline seem sharper, and his arm muscles were more defined. Jongho’s mind suddenly went blank, almost forgetting to breathe.

“Is this fine?” San asked.

Jongho cleared his throat, “Yes, perfect actually,” he wheezed out. Before continuing further instruction, he collected himself for half a second, “Okay, first, I’m just gonna have you sit on the edge of the bed, and remember the references I showed you?”

The model nodded.

“Try some of those facial expressions and poses, and then we can go from there,” he finished instructing.

It wasn’t on purpose, but the moment Jongho held his camera up to his face to look through the viewfinder, he stopped breathing.

Holy shit someone should not look this good.

Trying not to make it too noticeable, he snapped a few pictures. Jongho hardly had to instruct San on how to pose and change his expressions, he was so natural in front of the camera. His eyes looked through the lens at Jongho, half-lidded and sensual. To make things lighter, and more so distract his mind from wandering, he talked between changing angles.

“Have you modeled before?”

“Only a couple times, and it wasn’t anything serious,” he admitted, expression softening as Jongho moved around him, but would quickly change back to his sultry look.

Jongho hummed, “It shows,” he said, pulling the camera away from his face. “I hardly have to tell you what to do.”

Dimples. “Thank you.”

Before they could get any more distracted, the two continued the photoshoot. Any time Jongho asked San to do something, he obliged immediately without question. Watching San through the camera lens was almost mesmerizing. Every shutter of the camera left Jongho amazed by how pretty the model looked. They finished up within an hour surprisingly, and San helped take down the set they had put up together. While San changed out of his outfit—though Jongho wouldn’t have complained if he didn’t—Jongho decided to look through the pictures.

A particular picture caught his eye as he flipped through the gallery. San was sitting back with his hands behind him for support, and his head was tilted slightly to the side. His chest was exposed, showcasing his defined collarbones and the jewelry hanging loosely around his neck. The way the lights casted shadows in certain areas of his face made his jawline look like a blade that could cut any surface, and the pressure on his arms made his muscles pop. Jongho let out a shallow breath, raking his eyes down the model’s perfectly structured face and to his lips.

His thoughts were interrupted by San entering the room again.

“Did you want to see the pictures?” Jongho asked, probably a little too abrupt.

San hummed in response, looking over the photographer’s shoulder, “Damn, you made me look hot.”

Jongho nearly choked on air, “You didn’t need any help with that.”

The words left his mouth before he could stop them, making his cheeks burn when he realized what he had said. Jongho pursed his lips, looking over at San, who also had dusted cheeks but was looking at the ground.

Adorable.

“So, Jongho,” San started. “What got you into photography?”

It had been a month since San had become Jongho’s new model. Needless to say, every photoshoot has turned out well, and it’s brought the photographer and model closer. They’ve talked and learned more about each other, as well as hung out outside of Jongho’s homework, which only worsened Jongho’s supposed baby crush. But he was happy to have someone he could talk to, especially since the lack of Mingi around made him lonelier than he thought it would.

After their first shoot together, it became an accidental habit that San would linger while Jongho waited for the pictures to be done transferring from the SD card to his laptop. Occasionally he’d start editing right away, but most of the time San and him would hang out and talk. Regardless of what was happening, San had become a constant in Jongho’s life, and he wasn’t mad about it. Currently, it was one of those days where Jongho decided to start editing right away, while San was laying on Jongho’s bed, doing something on his phone. Jongho would ignore the few times he saw San watching him from the corner of his eye, and the bubbly feeling he’d get in his chest.

Jongho hummed, sitting back from where he had been leaning forward looking at his laptop. “Making good memories are important, especially since there’s so much bad shit that happens, so I guess why not capture them permanently,” he said carefully, still looking at the picture he had been touching up. “With photoshoots, you can portray a message with a concept, whether it be important or meaningless in a sense, you’re still able to inflict an emotion in someone. I just think it’s cool.”

“I can tell you’re really passionate about it,” San said, a smile in his voice. Jongho turned his head to look over at the model, who portrayed a fond expression. “And you’re really good at it too,” he added.

Smiling back with boosted pride, Jongho thanked him.

It was pretty normal for Jongho to be complimented on his photography; he had always been praised for his eye in pictures he had taken. When Jongho decided to major in photography, he was ready to be as dedicated as he could since it was something he enjoyed. His professor was fairly fond of him and his work as well, always pulling Jongho aside for more critiques and techniques he could use to make his photography better. At first, he felt embarrassed, but he’s learned to accept the fact he’s good at his craft. Even if Jongho liked photography, and his professor would offer extra credit, he wouldn’t normally take that opportunity. But when his professor offered students to let them borrow prime lenses as they delved into night photography, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity—especially since their friend group was planning to go out into the city that weekend.

“Extra credit will consist of ten pictures using the prime lens in a nighttime setting in addition to your concept for this week. There’s only five of these lenses available, so if you’re interested be sure to mark it out as soon as possible,” his professor stated at the end of class.

So Jongho did exactly that. Unsurprisingly, there weren’t many students that decided to take the extra credit, Jongho only being one of three out of the twenty-some in their class.

It wasn’t unusual for Jongho to have his camera around his friends when they were hanging out—Wooyoung especially would be reeling. Even though Jongho and San hung out frequently now, San was technically not a part of their friend group and wasn’t going out with them that weekend. But Jongho wasn’t about to let that happen, especially since he could use the excuse that it’s for his class.

To Jongho’s excitement, San agreed with a smile to join them.

“So, you invited your boyfriend?” Wooyoung teased when they were walking to the lounge to meet everyone.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Jongho defended, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Yet,” Yeosang egged on.

Jongho rolled his eyes, “Yeah, sure.”

“Come on, Jjongie,” Wooyoung whined, nudging his side. “You never know if you don’t try.”

As they entered the lounge, Jongho ignored that last statement. Everyone was there waiting for them when they entered, Jongho immediately spotting San who was chatting amongst the other three. If Jongho hadn’t already committed to extra credit, he would’ve turned around and left because just seeing San made his knees weak. His black jeans hugged his thighs in such a way that sculpted out how toned he was. The black button up he sported was buttoned mid-chest with a leather jacket hanging over his shoulders, and black boots to complete it all. Jongho let out a shaky breath, raking his eyes down San’s figure, trying to push the thoughts he had to the back of his head instead of letting them travel any further.

He was only partially successful.

“Thank you for inviting me,” San said as they all made their way through the city to the club they had discussed going to.

I wanted you here.

“I just figured it would be a good opportunity for—“ Jongho stopped himself from making school the only excuse. “—for you to get to know everyone else better.” Fiery heat began rising in Jongho’s cheeks, and he’s sure if the lights in the city were brighter it would be more noticeable.

San gave Jongho a dimply smile.

“I mean—I know you kind of already know everyone but I guess more?”

A small giggle passed through San’s lips, “It was nice getting to know Seonghwa’s boyfriend at least, but I’d rather spend time with you.”

Jongho had to focus on breathing properly and not falling to the ground over what San just admitted. He could hardly contain the smile that attempted to creep onto his face, pursing his lips as an attempt to stop it. Staring at the concrete beneath their feet suddenly became more intriguing as they continued walking. The two found themselves in the back of the group, falling behind slightly, but truthfully Jongho didn’t mind. Jongho hadn’t realized how closely they had been walking together until he felt San’s shoulder brush against his, sending a wave of chills throughout his entire body like electricity.

Once they had gotten deeper in the city, Jongho had snapped a few pictures of San, as well as the city lights and the rest of the group. It became a habit for Jongho to immediately show San the pictures after taking them, excited with how they turned out. San would always compliment his pictures, and continue to praise him for his talent, and Jongho couldn’t deny he loved it.

Inside the club was noisy and loud as expected. Various colored lights were flashing everywhere while some popular song was playing. Everyone in the club was dancing and vibing to the beat, bodies pressed together in the crowd of people. Of course, when they got there, Wooyoung immediately dragged Yeosang out to dance, beckoning Yunho over as well. It was funny watching him attempt to pry Seonghwa away from Hongjoong, obviously not succeeding as Hongjoong was practically attached to his boyfriend’s arm.

Eventually, the four had found seating, observing the other three on the dance floor. While Seonghwa and Hongjoong had their own time together, San and Jongho also talked more about everything and (almost) anything that came to mind. Everything about San was just very distracting to say the least, especially when he gets all dressed up. Jongho had to constantly will himself to not stare everywhere other than his face when they were talking. Somehow, they had grown closer to each other as they talked, their knees were touching and Jongho could see every detail on San’s face perfectly, even in the dim lighting of the club.

It had only been about a little over an hour since they got there. All of them had some alcohol in them, but not too much to be considered drunk. Though, Jongho could feel a slight buzz, whether it from San’s proximity or the alcohol he could not identify.

Just as Jongho felt like he was slowly slipping into insanity, a very tipsy Wooyoung came over, stealing San away, insisting he needed him for something. Jongho watched as Wooyoung and San disappeared in the crowd. Seonghwa and Hongjoong had abandoned them a while ago, God knows where they are now. So, Jongho sat alone, waiting for San’s hopeful return. Instead, he was greeted by Yunho, who was very much still sober.

“Finally escaped Wooyoung?” Jongho asked lightly as the tall male sat next to him.

“Yes, finally,” he laughed. “It’s not fun without Mingi,” Yunho added with disappointment in his voice.

Jongho nodded in agreement. It had been weird the past month with the lack of their ray of sunshine. “Did you see where Wooyoung took San?”

Yunho smirked, “Why so curious?”

“Can I not be worried for his safety?”

“Yeosang will make sure nothing happens to him.”

“No, he won’t, he’ll just encourage it,” Jongho glares, leaning back in the cushioned seat.

The reverbed trap remixes that had been blaring through the speakers ever since they got there had changed to a low, sensual bass sound. Jongho let his head hit the back of the seat and let out an exasperated sigh. The music vibrated through his body, sending unwanted chills down his spine from how low the bass was. As if clubs didn’t normally have any sexual tension lingering in the air, the song made the air feel thick and heavy. He didn’t even have to look to know the change in pace on the dance floor, but he did anyways and regretted it immediately after.

San was wedged between Wooyoung and Yeosang, his back to Wooyoung while Yeosang and him were face to face. It was a sight to see, and oh how Jongho wished he was out there with San—but he wasn’t that outgoing. Instead, he watched as Wooyoung had his hands on San’s waist, while Yeosang had his arms around his neck. The three were impossibly close, their bodies moving together with the sensual bass blasting throughout the club. Jongho had his eyes locked on San and how his body surrendered to the beat, his hips swaying and head falling back onto Wooyoung’s shoulder, neck full on display. He looked blissed out on the pure adrenaline of the whole situation with his eyes closed. Hands were roaming his body and fuck that struck something in Jongho.

A fiery feeling boiled in Jongho’s chest watching his friends with San. It only worsened when Wooyoung said something that instantly made San break into smirk, showcasing the little dents on the corners of his mouth. Jongho turned away before he got more frustrated. He was so caught up in looking at San that he forgot Yunho was next to him, who was now giving him an amused look.

“Shut up,” Jongho said, grabbing his drink and took a slow sip.

Yunho broke out in a grin, “I said nothing.”

“You gave me a look.”

“You could go out there,” he offered.

Jongho scoffed, “I think I’d die of sexual frustration if I went out there.”

“Isn’t that what you’re already doing?”

If Yunho wasn’t Mingi’s boyfriend, he’d punch him. Instead, he shot daggers in his direction, letting his mind pretend he was punching Yunho in his stupid smug face. He glanced back over in San’s direction, still not moving from his spot. Eventually the three had come to join them once again, as if they weren’t just grinding on each other, and Seonghwa and Hongjoong showed back up as well. Jongho tried not to let the image of San dancing linger in his mind, but he couldn’t forget how perfect his body flowed with the sultry bass of the song. The way his neck was stretched, and how blissed out he looked with a faint smile and dimples plastered over his face. San looked absolutely stunning in his element, so experienced and agile; so captivating to observe.

And only observe because that’s all Jongho could will himself to do.

Jongho looked back on the pictures as he edited them a few days later, stopping on a specific mid-shot of San. The background bokeh of the city lights shining behind him defined his features even in the dark setting. San had a smile on his face, and Jongho remembers he was laughing at something the others had said. His eyes crinkled into a smile too, and the lights somehow made his dimples more prominent, all the more making Jongho’s heart flutter.

Colors portray a variety of emotions and feelings. Typically, colors are used to express these in visual art when there’s a lack of words—such as painting and photography. They’re all tainted with a specific emotion and feeling attached to them except for one color: white. The purest of all colors, that represents innocence and delicacy. Such a color can be so simple and elegant, but at the same time can also be empty and cold, ironically similar to the opposing color black. Admittedly, it was a difficult color to portray, and of course that’s what Jongho was assigned that week.

As much as the reference pictures he was given helped, he couldn’t copy them completely. It was difficult coming up with what else Jongho wanted, but he figured it out eventually, and asked San when he was available.

“So, what’s the concept?” San asked when they were walking back to the dorms after getting carried away with schoolwork for hours.

“We were all assigned different colors because they all have different meanings,” Jongho began to explain. “I got white, so I guess wear all white or something similar, we’ll work with it.”

San nodded, “Got it.”

The two boys continued to walk in a comfortable silence, the night noises of campus surrounding them. San’s dorm building was before Jongho’s, so as they neared the tower, they naturally began slowing their pace.

“See you tomorrow,” Jongho said bidding his farewell.

San pursed his lips and made a noise of agreement, looking at the ground for a bit.

“Is something wrong?”

He looked up quickly, “Uh—no, nothing’s wrong,” he said with a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jjongie.”

With that, San turned and walked into the dorm building without another word. Jongho stood there confused and concerned, but he wouldn’t prod. Instead, he had to mentally prepare himself to have San in front of his camera again, as if he hasn’t done it for weeks now.

Preparing for shoots wasn’t hard, it was just tedious work since Jongho had to go mark out equipment. But after the first shoot, it had become habit for San to help him carry the equipment from across campus. As usual, San helped set everything up, from the backdrop to the lights. No matter how much Jongho would mentally prepare to see San in his modeling outfits, it was never enough, but absolutely nothing could’ve prepared him this time.

On natural instinct, Jongho turned his head at the sound of San entering back in the room. Jongho had to control his expression because he knew if he didn’t his jaw would’ve dropped at how effortlessly pretty he looked. An oversized white shirt was draped over his shoulders, or rather one side was hanging on for dear life because San was absolutely drowning in it. He also adorned some grey sweatpants which made him look so goddamn cuddly Jongho was close to breaking. Along with his outfit, San’s raven hair was tousled in such a way that made him look like so innocent and delicate.

“Wow,” Jongho breathed out, pursing his lips immediately after because he wasn’t meant to say that out loud.

“Is something wrong?” San asked furrowing his brows.

Jongho shook his head, suddenly having a deja vu moment from the night prior. “No, no, you just look…” he took a breath before continuing. “Pretty.”

A dusting of pink appeared on San’s cheeks, and his mouth curved into a dimply smile.

Before things could get any more embarrassing for Jongho, he began to show San the reference pictures his professor had given him. The first few photos Jongho had San leaning against the wall for some mid-shots, looking upwards, then some where his head was looking forwards, and more glancing sideways at the lens with his lids half open. Jongho also had San lay down on his stomach for close-ups of his face, with his head resting on his forearms Next, San was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed for full body shots, white bedsheets bunched up around him, making it seem messy. Leaning forward slightly, he looked into the camera lens, giving Jongho a neutral, yet innocent gaze.

Suddenly, in the middle of another pose they were shooting, Jongho had an idea. “Lay on your back and give me the same facial expressions, and also some subtle smiling,” Jongho instructed.

Obedient as always, San flopped onto his back, the black strands on his head forming a perfect halo above his head. Jongho was about to lose his mind over how angelic and cute he looked. A soft smile threatened to form on his lips at the sight, and he felt his cheeks burn ever so slightly, hoping and praying it wasn’t noticeable to the angel in front of him. Instead, he pursed his lips to keep his feelings at bay and gripped his camera a little tighter as he stood over the other. San posed so naturally in front of his lens Jongho hardly had to tell him what to do. Every click of the shutter made the younger breathless from how beautiful the raven-haired boy looked.

Pulling his camera away from his face, he went to step to the side to get a different angle, only to quickly be met with the sheets beneath him. The moment Jongho felt himself begin falling, he turned to fall on his side so the camera wouldn’t get damaged—a tragedy that would’ve been for Jongho and his bank account. His eyes were shut tightly from when he had braced for the impact, almost as tight as his grip on the camera. As he came back to his senses from the adrenaline rush, he felt short breaths near his face and a familiar scent filled his nose. Slowly, Jongho opened his eyes and was met with brown ones staring right back at him with mild concern. Suddenly, the air grew thicker and Jongho found it hard to catch his own breath.

“Are you okay?” San whispered softly, as if they were in a room full of people and he was telling a secret.

Jongho swallowed the lump that had begun to form in his throat, “Yeah, I think so.”

“What about the camera?”

He huffed out a small laugh and looked at the black piece of equipment that was firmly held in his grasp, no sign of damage in sight. “Seems like it’s okay,” he answered, looking back at the boy in front of him.

Rather than looking back at Jongho this time, San was looking elsewhere, somewhere lower than his eyes. He felt his breath hitch when his own eyes flickered down to the other’s lips as well, seeing San stick his tongue out slightly to wet them. Suddenly, Jongho felt hot all over, and he could feel his face begin to burn up. The boy laying in front of him also had a light pink dusting his cheeks, that just made him look so much more angelic than before. Once again, their eyes met, both of them silently asking the same question.

Just as the question was about to be answered, the camera Jongho had a grip on went into sleep mode and automatically retracted its lens, pulling both of them back to reality. Jongho let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, looked down at the photographic device once again, and back up at San.

“I think that’s enough for today,” Jongho said abruptly, averting his eyes to anywhere that wasn’t San.

Jongho caught sight of San’s face dropping as he went to move off the bed. “We didn’t take that many pictures, are you sure?” he questioned, an uneasy tone lacing his voice.

“I’ve never missed an assignment, I’m sure my professor won’t mind me having a few less shots than normal.”

The photographer went over to his camera bag to deconstruct the camera. He didn’t want to notice the disappointment in San’s face, and how he lingered for a little longer after Jongho had bid him farewell. The moment San had left, Jongho let out a frustrated groan and slammed his face into the palm of his hands. His class was tomorrow, so after he cleaned up the makeshift set they had constructed together, he immediately started editing the pictures he had so they would be ready to turn in.

As if having to edit the pictures wasn’t enough, long after Jongho was done editing and was lying in bed, the sight of San’s pretty pink lips and dusted pink cheeks wouldn’t leave his mind. Every time the reel of San licking his lips played in his head, his thoughts would go straight to his dick, leaving him incredibly sexually frustrated, but too drained to deal with the tent that had formed in his pants. Instead, he prayed it would be gone by morning and he wouldn’t have a dream about San’s pretty lips around his dick.

The following morning, he was pleasantly surprised to have peacefully slept through the night with no thought of his model. Though, unluckily for him, while he turned in his assignment no problem at the beginning of his class, his professor asked to speak with him after. Knowing it was probably about the lack of pictures on the SD card, he made his way over to his professor’s desk with a guilty expression after packing up his things. Everyone else in the class had already departed, so it was just the two of them left in the classroom. He let out a shaky sigh once he reached the desk.

“Yes, Professor?”

His professor looked up from his laptop with a soft smile, “First of all, as always, the pictures are perfect,” he complimented, Jongho thanked him quietly before he continued. “But it is very unlike you to turn in your projects incomplete,” his tone was kind, but at the same time stern.

Jongho’s head dropped slightly, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not upset, I know you’re a good student, Jongho,” he said reassuringly. “I’m going to give you a second chance to turn in the rest of the pictures. You don’t have to do this week’s concept, just finish this one with five additional photos than the required amount.”

Shit.

Knots began forming in Jongho’s stomach thinking about seeing San again. But he gave a fake (and painful) smile back to his professor and thanked him for the generosity. Walking out of that classroom felt like he was only walking towards his impending doom. Of course, Jongho’s mind had also picked the most inopportune time to think of San’s lips again. He could feel his pants getting tighter as more images decided to linger in his mind. It was almost unbearable by the time he got back to his dorm, and it was embarrassing he had to walk like that all the way back to his dorm, but he could deal with that later.

The moment he closed the door behind him, Jongho dropped his bag and shoved his pants down mid-thigh. A quiet sigh escaped from his mouth once his dick was free from the confinement of his jeans. He let his mind wander back to San’s pretty lips and imagined every possibility of what they could do. As his hand began to pump, he shut his eyes thinking of what it would be like to be at San’s mercy, with his lips around his cock. The model had looked so angelic the day before, and Jongho had wanted nothing more than to ruin that look of innocence.

Jongho let his back hit the door behind him softly as he got lost in his own fantasy, swallowing any sound his throat tried to make. Not only did his mind focus on San’s lips, but it went to his neck as well, imagining how it would look covered in marks. Jongho was reaching his limit and only continued to pump faster, furrowing his brows as he fixated on every detail that made up San. Quiet pants were puffing out of Jongho’s mouth as the feeling of ecstasy was overwhelming his senses. His body finally relaxed from its tense state and let out a shaky sigh. There was come beginning to dribble down his hand once he started coming down from the euphoric high.

Shortly after, he cleaned up and changed into a different pair of jeans and underwear. Jongho glanced at his phone as it lit up with a notification.

wooyoung

> are you okay? yeo and i tried getting your attention in the lounge but you ignored us

He groaned, Wooyoung was the absolute last person he’d want to tell this to.

i just left something in my room <

Deciding it was better to not keep the couple waiting, he picked up his bag that he had previously thrown onto the ground and slung it over his shoulder. Making his way to the lounge, he pushed the previous events to the back of his mind, hoping they wouldn’t decide to resurface any time soon. When he arrived, he spotted the couple over on one of the couches, Yeosang on one end of the couch, sitting like civilized human, while Wooyoung was on the other side, but had his legs stretched onto his boyfriend’s lap. Just as Jongho feared on his short walk here, the interrogation started as soon as he approached them.

“So, what did you forget?” Wooyoung asked, moving from his stretched position to a sitting one. A seemingly innocent question with a much less innocent truthful answer.

“I was rushing to my photography class this morning and forgot to grab my phone,” Jongho lied confidently.

Wooyoung’s lips quirked up into a smirk and crossed his arms, “It was in your pocket, dumbass,” he countered. “Just admit you were hot and bothered, it was fairly obvious.” A normal person would’ve said this in an inside voice, but of course, Wooyoung just had to be blessed with a booming outdoor one.

“You don’t have to say that so loudly,” Jongho said in a much quieter tone than before, looking around the quite occupied room.

Yeosang was silently laughing, “I told you he’d say that.”

Jongho turned his attention over to the other and glared, “You’re about to be demoted from my favorite out of you two.”

“Oh my god, does that mean I’m your favorite now?” Wooyoung gasped.

“Absolutely not, fuck you both.”

“So, you’re taking up my offer then?”

“Ew, no.”

“I’m just saying, the offer still stands,” he said with a shrug. “Anyways, onto more important matters, what happened? Was it San?”

“Could you be any louder?” Jongho seethed through his teeth.

“Don’t tempt him,” Yeosang said.

“You enable him.”

Jongho loved his friends, don’t get him wrong, but they could also be detrimental to his sanity at times. Wooyoung didn’t need enabling to be this bratty, that’s just how he’s been since Jongho had met him, but Yeosang just makes it worse tenfold. As much as Jongho didn’t want to admit it, he knew Wooyoung was going to find out sooner or later because he somehow knows everything. It definitely gave him too much power that he didn’t need.

There was no point in keeping it a secret from the couple, but he didn’t go into great detail about what had happened during the shoot. All he had mentioned was how he basically fell on top of San and that they had almost kissed—oh, and San’s lips because those were what got him into this situation in the first place. Jongho had also explained that now he had to finish the shoot to get credit for his assignment.

“So that’s why San didn’t want to come today,” Yeosang pondered.

“Yeah, all because Jongho inadvertently rejected him.”

The photographer groaned, “Don’t remind me of my mistakes,” he sighed, aggravated with himself. “I still need to text him to see if he can finish the shoot…”

“The worst he can do is not reply, and I know he’ll reply to you,” Wooyoung stated matter-of-factly.

Shortly after Jongho had gotten back to his room from being with the couple until his last class of the day, he decided he needed to text San. It was embarrassing how frequently Jongho checked his phone for a text back while working on schoolwork. By the time he was done and in bed, there was still no response. Jongho had given up on checking at this point, throwing his phone down beside him on the bed and turned over to stare at the wall. With San on his mind before bed again, he knew his mind was going to go towards dangerous territory again. Once again, he shut his eyes tightly hoping it would disable his mind to go any further.

Just as he thought he shook the feeling, his phone buzzed next to him. Jongho had never went to grab his phone so quickly, almost fumbling to keep it in his grasp. Finally, San had texted him back with a time and date. Two days—that’s all Jongho had to mentally prepare to see San after almost kissing him and had now fantasized about as well. In all honesty, Jongho doesn’t even know how to mentally prepare after the prior events.

The following day had gone by too fast for Jongho’s liking. Everything was a blur, especially after he had seen San on campus with Seonghwa, and after they made eye contact, something in San seemed to malfunction then he turned away immediately. Jongho had sighed defeatedly, as if he wouldn’t see him the next day. As expected, they hadn’t been texting like they normally do, which admittedly upset Jongho more than it should’ve.

As the day of the shoot came, Jongho had hardly slept the night before. He shouldn’t be this nervous to see San, but if there was something Jongho hated the most, it would be confronting his feelings. Once again, after his last class of the day, he set up the makeshift set that he had before. He looked over the reference pictures his professor had given the class for inspiration if needed and his notes on what he would be photographing while he anxiously waited. Not long after, there was a knock on his door, and it felt like Jongho’s stomach did a whole gymnastics routine in that moment. His heart was pounding out of his chest as he made his way to the door. Taking a deep breath in attempt to calm himself down, he opened the door.

For some reason, it was like seeing San for the first time. San had the same outfit on as last time, and his hair was tousled in a way that made him look like the most precious person in the world. There were no other words to describe the model other than stunning, even in just an oversized shirt and sweatpants. It was unfair how little this boy had to do to make Jongho feel like he was going insane and would quite literally do anything for.

“Hey,” Jongho greeted breathlessly. “Sorry, this was really last minute, I didn’t expect him to let me finish the assignment.”

Jongho tried to ignore the small pout that formed on San’s lips before he responded, “It’s okay, I’m glad you’re able to get full credit, you deserve it.”

With his cheeks now dusted that light pink color again, Jongho thanked him and pursed his lips.

Instead of starting where they had left off a couple days, Jongho had decided he needed more time until he could see San on his back again. Since he already got some basic portrait pictures, he had started to focus on the actual posed pictures he wanted to capture. Despite the uneasy tension between them, they still worked well together. San was still so natural with his expressions, and he’d do exactly what Jongho would ask of him, if he even needed instruction because it was like he already knew. Once again, Jongho was left breathless with each shutter of the camera.

This particular shot was driving the photographer mad. San had his back towards the camera with his head turned to look slightly back at it. The oversized shirt was hanging off his shoulder, exposing some of the model’s back muscles and fuck he looked so good. It was like San knew what effect he had on Jongho because he wasn’t looking directly at the camera before, but when his eyes flickered upwards to look at the lens, he almost lost it right there. Jongho was sure he had stopped breathing completely for a few seconds and his heart was going crazy.

Unfortunately for Jongho, he had no time to recover from that because he realized the bed pictures were next. He let out an inaudible sigh, “Remember you were laying on your back last time? I need you to do that again.”

San looked at him for a second, some unknown expression hidden behind the neutral one he was giving off, but Jongho couldn’t tell what exactly it was. Unlike before, he slowly went to lay down on his back. Being more careful this time, Jongho cautiously stepped on the bed, making sure he wouldn’t trip on anything. Jongho pulled the camera up to his face snapping a few pictures from one angle, San naturally changing small details when he could. Although the model was dressed so innocently, he held a sultry expression as he looked into the camera lens.

Pursing his lips, Jongho had a thought, and he knew it was going to be difficult for him to see. He got off the bed and went to kneel on the side of it, “Keep facing towards the ceiling, but just close your eyes and roll your head back a little,” he instructed.

Just as expected, San looked absolutely god-like but sinful all at once. Jongho’s breath hitched as he looked through the viewfinder, seeing San part his lips as well as arching his back the slightest bit. It was quiet enough where Jongho could hear San’s soft breathing, and he could see the minimal rise and fall of the boy’s chest. San’s hair had started to fall in his face, so subconsciously to fix it, Jongho bent over him to push his hair out of his face and off his forehead. Upon contact with the model, San opened his eyes to be half lidded, staring directly back at Jongho.

Before Jongho’s rational side could stop himself, he placed one hand beside San’s head and leaned down to press his lips against the other’s. San’s lips were better than Jongho had expected, soft and plush against his own. Jongho pulled away quickly once he came back to his senses and he could feel his heart going a mile a minute, and his head was a little foggy from just kissing San.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, letting out a shaky sigh.

San stared back with the same pout on his lips as the last time, “Jongho,” he started, his expression suddenly changing to a more debauched gaze and let out a sigh. “If you don’t kiss me again, I will leave.”

Jongho blinked, trying to process what San had just said. The model was looking at him still, almost expectantly, and it sent chills down his spine. It happened almost too quickly, Jongho setting down his camera on the bedside table and climbed back onto the bed so he could be on top of San. This kiss felt like a long time coming, needy and desperate. Jongho had his forearms down on both sides of San to keep his balance, while the model had a hand placed on the back of his neck and another on his shoulder. Pressing into this kiss more, Jongho softly bit the other’s bottom lip, causing San to let out a small gasp. Jongho took the opportunity to slide his tongue in, eliciting a soft moan from the model’s throat, which he felt throughout his whole body.

It was messy, but they were both too high on each other to even care. Jongho didn’t realize his thigh was slotted between the other’s legs until he could barely feel San beginning to get hard beneath him. Testing the waters, Jongho pressed his thigh further in, drawing out another moan from San, who had parted his lips from Jongho’s. Jongho opened his eyes to see he had his head rolled back, brows furrowed, and lips swollen from kissing. There were staggered breaths coming from his slightly open mouth as well, overall making San already look so far gone from just kissing.

Fuck, he’s so sensitive.

With San’s neck on display, Jongho could hardly help himself from dipping down and beginning to leave open mouthed kisses along the side. San’s grip on his shoulder tightened and his breathing became heavier. A gasp left San’s mouth once Jongho reached that certain spot just below his sharp jawline, making his lips stretch into a smirk as he teased the spot more. Jongho began sucking and biting a mark into his skin, eliciting a sweet moan to make its way past San’s lips. The grip that San had on Jongho’s shoulder had loosened to just fisting the photographer’s shirt. San’s other hand that had been on the back of Jongho’s neck traveled its way upwards to card through the other’s hair, lightly pulling at the strands, receiving a groan from Jongho.

“Do I effect you that much?” Jongho asked tauntingly as he traveled his lips up to his ear, a whine coming from San as a form of response. “You’re so sensitive to every touch,” he continued, moving a hand down to the bottom of San’s shirt, snaking his hand under and resting it on his small waist. The skin-to-skin contact sending chills down the photographer’s spine.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we first met,” San admitted.

Jongho hummed, intrigued as he started teasing the area below his ear, grazing his teeth over the spot. “I thought of you too,” he said, rubbing San’s waist lightly with his thumb. “I thought of how pretty your neck would look with marks all over it,” he began nibbling at the area he was teasing, another whine coming from San. “And your lips—how they’d feel, and how they’d look around me.”

There was suddenly friction on his thigh as San began to slightly roll his hips, and a sharp inhale came from his lips. Pulling back from San’s ear to look at him, Jongho saw a small pout had formed on his plump lips, and his brows were furrowed as he concentrated on moving his hips in a slow rhythm.

“So needy,” Jongho tutted, lifting a hand and letting his fingers graze across the model’s lips. There was wet warmth that had enveloped the two digits, Jongho looked at San, breathless from the sight that was before him. San’s tongue lapped around his fingers when his lips closed in around them and began lightly sucking as he looked at Jongho with a hooded gaze. “Shit,” Jongho murmured, choking out a small moan once San started bobbing his head lightly on the two digits in his mouth.

“Wanna make you feel good,” San said quietly when Jongho pulled his fingers out of his mouth, desperation lacing his voice.

“Then what’re you waiting for?”

In an instant, San was turning them over, so he was straddling the younger’s hips and tugging at his shirt. Jongho discarded his shirt, with the help of an impatient San who had thrown his own somewhere on the floor. Their lips clashed into a messy kiss, and San made his way to Jongho’s neck, then down his torso, stopping just above where his jeans were buttoned. It was almost like San wanted to torture Jongho by carefully unbuttoning his constricting jeans and staring up at him through his lashes. He proceeded to pull the piece of clothing off at a painfully slow rate, keeping eye contact. It was only moments later he pulled his own sweatpants off.

San had a much smaller build than Jongho, though he had broad shoulders, his torso dramatically narrowed in his waist. Seconds before he had looked so delicate with his oversized shirt and sweatpants, but now he had lustful look in his eyes as he reached his hand up to ghost over Jongho’s clothed cock. Jongho shuddered under the light touch of his fingers, his eyes fluttering closed as he let San do whatever he pleased.

A demon disguised as an angel.

The thin fabric of his underwear was tugged down, fully exposing his hardened erection. Jongho hissed at the cold air surrounding him, but San wasted no time in taking in the head of his cock. As San began to take more of him, Jongho couldn’t help but look down at him. Seeing San’s lips stretched around him was even better than he had imagined. His hand went down to the model’s hair, threading his fingers through the strands as San began to bob his head at a moderate pace. The model let out a hum, causing an entire vibration throughout Jongho’s body, unwillingly drawing a groan from his throat. His fingers began to curl around the black strands of hair, tugging on them lightly.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby, taking me so well,” he praised as San let out a muffled moan, sending another wave of vibrations throughout Jongho’s body, causing his head to roll back.

Heat had begun to boil in his abdomen, just as San pulled off him. Jongho looked back down at the boy hovering over him, who was looking back at him with hooded eyes that could equally be mistaken as innocence, as well drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth, breathing heavily. God, it’s as if San knew just how to make him feel like he was going insane.

Jongho was not prepared for the next words that left San’s mouth, “I want to ride you.”

It was like time had stopped, and all Jongho could hear were those words echoing in his head.

“Please.”

Holy shit.

“Okay,” he breathed, processing for a moment. “Okay,” echoing himself.

By the time Jongho had gotten a condom and lube, San had already stripped himself completely. San looked absolutely stunning, two fresh hickies adorning his neck and collarbone, and a hand loosely pumping his cock. Sweet moans passed through San’s parted lips.

“God, look at you,” Jongho said, climbing back onto the bed. “So desperate you can’t even wait for me, hm?”

San let out a whimper through his pouty lips, “‘m not desperate.”

The photographer huffed out a laugh, “Then what do you call this?” he asked, flicking his eyes downwards then back up at San.

“Jongho, please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

Jongho hummed, “I don’t know, it seems like you’re doing just fine by yourself.”

“No—!”

“Since you’re so impatient, why don’t you fuck yourself open for me, pretty boy?”

A whine escaped past San’s lips, and his cheeks were flushed. The corner of Jongho’s mouth twitched up into a devilish smirk as San let go of the loose grip he had on his dick, leaning over to grab the bottle of lube that was in Jongho’s hand.

“So, you like being called pretty?”

San averted his gaze to the lube in his hand, promptly ignoring the question, and squeezing some onto his fingers. It was almost amusing to see how quickly San would submit to whatever Jongho said, always doing it with a flustered expression. Jongho watched as San had brought a coated finger to his entrance, easing the digit in slowly. It wasn’t long after until San inserted a second finger, letting out a quiet moan as he fingered himself.

“Impatient even at your own pace,” Jongho commented, watching as San ruined himself.

Another quiet moan was let out, “Jus’ want you so bad,” San mumbled, looking over at Jongho, inserting a third digit now. His eyes squeezed shut as he rolled his head back, “Fuck—oh my god,” he moaned out. The pace San had fastened, and beads of pre-cum were falling onto his stomach while his breathing became shallow.

It was nearly impossible for Jongho to not loosely stroke himself watching the older fall apart in front of him.

“I-I’m ready—ahh,” San breathed, removing his fingers from his now puckering hole.

As much as Jongho enjoyed watching the other writhe against his own fingers, having San eagerly straddle his hips was infinitely better. Once Jongho got the condom on at what seemed to be an agonizingly slow pace due to San whining, the model lined himself up with Jongho’s length. The expression that dawned on San’s face when he had begun to sink down was a mix of sweet pleasure and concentration. His jaw went slack, mouth slightly ajar, with furrowed brows. A low moan passed through San’s lips as he took Jongho to the hilt, reaching to grab the younger’s arm, who had placed his hands on San’s petite waist.

San was already pretty but seeing him so far gone just accentuated it. Jongho took his time roaming his hands around the other’s body as he adjusted to the length inside him. Even if San had a smaller build, he was still muscular. His abs were well defined, along with toned biceps and thighs, and Jongho couldn’t help but run his hands along every definition. San reveled beneath his touch, heaving his chest and letting out staggered breaths.

Once adjusted, San began to raise his hips slowly before sinking back down again, a low moan passing through his lips. Jongho had to resist the urge to buck up into San, but fuck he felt so good. Instead, he distracted him with keeping his hands on the other’s waist, rubbing circles with his thumb, praising him for doing so well. It didn’t take long for Jongho to figure out how much San loved to be praised, only fueling him to do even better. So, of course, he took every opportunity he could to do exactly that.

Growing familiar with the feeling, San’s pace grew faster, letting his head roll back as he let out a series of pleasurable sounds. Only when San’s pace declined is when Jongho moved his hands down to his hips to help him. Jongho fucked up into him, meeting San perfectly whenever he sank down again. San’s moans became short and breathy, and they were mixed with the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was crude, but they were too driven by their lust and desire to care.

Jongho shifted his angle the slightest bit and found San’s prostate, sending him into a frenzy with a look of ecstasy. San gripped onto Jongho’s shoulders as he fell forward, sweet moans chorusing in his ear. A string of curses left Jongho’s mouth as he could feel his orgasm building and the overwhelming sensation of San in his ear making him feel so high. One hand stayed on the model’s hips—which Jongho was sure there would be bruises by morning from his tight grip—while the other reached between them to start pumping the other’s touch deprived cock. San whimpered at the sudden contact, moving one of his hands to the back of Jongho’s head and lightly tugged.

It only took a few more strokes before San came violently between the two of them, muffling the high-pitched moan that he let out into the crook of Jongho’s neck. San rocked his hips back, and Jongho could feel San’s walls clench around him. Riding out his orgasm, San continued letting out breathy, high-pitched moans as he teased a spot on Jongho’s neck. The grip San had on Jongho’s hair got tighter from the overstimulation of Jongho jabbing at his prostate a few more times before he spilled into the condom.

That euphoric feeling was back, and they both basked in that afterglow of sex. Their breathing returned to normal and less staggered. San had let go of his tight grip, picking up his head so he was looking down at Jongho, who had loosened his grip on the other’s hips as well, instead rubbing light circles on his small waist. He glanced at San’s lips, seeing his tongue poke out between them to wet them. As San dipped his head down, Jongho met him in the middle for a sweet kiss. Just a brush of lips against lips, soaking up each other completely. San moved the slightest bit, forgetting Jongho was still inside him and let out a low whimper, making Jongho’s lips curve upwards into their kiss.

They parted, and Jongho slowly pulled out, San falling to his side. Once they both cleaned up, got at least half dressed, and broke down the set, San was attached to the other’s side as soon as Jongho was back beside him.

“I knew you’d be cuddly,” Jongho teased as he pulled San closer to his chest.

He could feel San’s lips form into a pout from where his face was buried in the crook of his neck, “Shut up,” the boy said, bringing his arm up to wrap around Jongho’s waist.

The black strands on San’s head brushed against Jongho’s chin, sending a chill down his spine, reminding him of the fact this is indeed real. The two stayed laying there for the rest of the night, Jongho refusing to let go of San when he had mentioned going back to his dorm. They both had class in the morning, San having to leave before Jongho. It wasn’t awkward the next morning either, much to both of their liking, just enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in one another. Before leaving to go back to his dorm and change for class, San didn’t miss the chance to give Jongho a peck on the lips.

Their newfound relationship was unspoken of to their friends, but they didn’t even try to hide it the next time they had all hung out together. Both boys walking up to the rest of them hand-in-hand but acted like nothing was different.

Mingi ended up coming back from his grandparent’s early, and upon seeing how close San and Jongho were next to each other when he greeted the group, he smiled. “See, I knew you’d find someone,” the red-headed boy said.

“Yeah, he only went through three mental breakdowns trying to find someone to replace you,” Yeosang said. “Now Jongho isn’t the token single friend anymore, you might be permanently replaced.”

He gasped, “Permanently?”

Jongho rolled his eyes, “Don’t be dramatic, you guys can switch off every week,” he suggested.

“Choi Jongho—I am offended, what will I ever do with all this time now?”

“I’m sure Yunho could think of some things.”

Jongho didn’t have to look at the male in question to know his face was red as everyone agreed and Mingi detested for always calling them out. As much as he missed teasing Mingi and Yunho constantly, he might possibly owe Mingi his entire life since it was technically all because of him that he met San. He made a mental note to say something to Mingi later.

“So, what do we call Jongho now that he’s not the token single friend?” Wooyoung asked.

“Token single friend?” San mused, looking over at his boyfriend.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”