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jisungs head rests lazily in his hand as he slouches into the desk, elbow propped against the cool surface. the room hums with soft chatter, the scrape of chairs, students only just beginning to settle when the professor finally strides in. jisung straightens a little, watching as the man sets down his laptop and arranges his notes with practiced ease.

his fingers toy absently with the dials of his camera, restless and patient all at once. he remembers, vaguely, that last lecture the professor had hinted at a new project- something different, something challenging. 

jisung had been waiting for it all week, because projects meant freedom. projects meant actually leaving the sterile walls of the classroom, meant going out into the world and chasing light, angles, stories.

the professor clears his throat, voice carrying across the room. "alright everyone, settle down." the laptop hums to life, casting the blank wall behind him in a pale glow. "today we begin a new project, and it will be unlike anything you've done before in this class. the theme is boudoir photography."

immediately, jisungs brows knit together. a ripple passes through the room, whispers sharp and quick like dropped pebbles in water. boudoir? isn't that... lingerie? lace, skin, half-buttoned shirts, something straight out of magazines he'd seen shoved onto high shelves. jisung shifts uncomfortably in his seat. wasn't that a little too much for a university project?

as if sensing the confusion, the professor clicks to the first slide- photographs soft with shadow and muted color, not explicit but charged. "now, let's be clear," he continues, "boudoir is not simply about posing someone in lingerie. it is a study of intimacy, vulnerability, and atmosphere. what we are aiming for is the suggestion of closeness, not the exaggeration of it."

jisung bites down gently on his lip, dragging at the skin with his teeth. the images on the screen; bare feet tangled in sheets, sunlight striping across a shoulder, the hollow of a throat disappearing into shadow- make his chest tighten with something he can't name.

"consider light," the professor instructs, clicking to another slide. "boudoir work relies heavily on shadow, on contrast, on the soft edges where detail disappears. think of natural light through a window, or the sharp division of blinds cutting across the body. these small decisions will shape the mood of your image."

he pauses, letting the words sink in before moving on. "consider objects. you are not limited to human subjects. a silk sheet, a pair of heels left abandoned on the floor, a mirror fogged with breath; these can all communicate the same intimacy as a portrait."

jisungs grip on his camera tightens, knuckles pale. "and most importantly," the professor adds, voice firm, "consider respect. if you are photographing another person, their comfort and consent come first. the goal is not to expose, but to capture the feeling of being seen; delicately, thoughtfully."

the last slide fades onto the screen. "your challenge is to avoid cliché, to create something honest. something that makes the viewer feel as though they've stepped quietly into a private space."

the room stirs to life again, hands shooting up, voices overlapping. questions tumble out "can we choose our own models?" "will the school provide props?" "what about professional subjects?" but jisung barely hears any of it.

his mind is stuck, circling the same question like a moth trapped against glass.

who the hell is he supposed to have as his model?

"i'm supposed to do a boudoir photoshoot," jisung sighs, dropping into his seat at the cafeteria table with a heavy thud. his tray rattles against the surface, and his friends glance up from their own conversations. none of them are photography majors- renjuns in music, marks in business, the rest scattered across programs that have nothing to do with lenses or light.

"seriously?" renjun asks, raising an eyebrow. jisung just hums in response, furrowing his own, fingers drumming against the edge of his plate. "i mean- i like the idea," jisung admits after a moment, leaning forward on his elbows. 

"capturing someone in their most delicate light, creating that mood... something soft, romantic, making someone feel seen and loved." his words trail, mouth twisting, as images flash through his head. the golden wash of window light across bare skin, the dip of a collarbone framed in shadow, a quiet hand resting in sheets.

he groans, slumping forward until his forehead nearly touches the table. "but like- who the hell am i supposed to have as a model?" his friends laugh, voices overlapping with jokes and commentary about how weird but interesting the concept sounds. 

jisungs used to it- he always tells them about his projects, whether it's shooting historic buildings at dusk or chasing the perfect frame of a tree split by lightning. but this is different. this one feels heavier, more personal.

his mind runs in circles. he could suggest his friends. renjun, for one- gorgeous in that unintentional way, delicate and thoughtful, the type who looks like he belongs in soft light. jaemin, on the other hand, leans into something sharper, sexier, a presence that could fill a frame without even trying. 

the others are more rugged, more classically masculine- nothing wrong with that, but jisung finds himself leaning instinctively toward a softer look.

still, he knows what he wants. he wants to photograph a man. sure, there are women in his class, and he knows most peoples first thought of boudoir will always be a woman- lace and lingerie, lips parted in candlelight. 

but for him, the idea has always been different. he's always liked men. always liked the thought of capturing them in that same vulnerable light, proving that intimacy isn't bound to one shape.

but then reality sets in. jaemin's out of the question- he's with jeno, and he's never been the type to cross those kinds of lines. and renjun? renjun would shut him down before jisung could even finish asking.

so that leaves him with... no one. jisung sighs again, sinking lower into his seat, the cafeteria buzzing around him. his food sits untouched. what's the point of having the perfect image in your head, he thinks bitterly, if there's no one willing to stand in front of the camera?

"chenle, catch!" someone yells across the cafeteria, voice cutting through the noise of clattering trays and half-shouted conversations. jisung doesn't even know who said it- just that the next second a basketball arcs over a sea of heads and lands cleanly in the hands of zhong chenle.

at first, jisung doesn't think anything of it. chenle's a jock, after all- basketball team, math major, the kind of guy who probably got on an athletes scholarship. it fits. it makes sense.

but then something clicks in the back of jisungs head, a memory surfacing. he's seen chenle before- not just on the court, but in other students' work. photos pinned up during critiques, slideshows flickering across the projector. 

chenle always shows up as the subject of someones sports-themed assignment. a shot of him mid-jump, ball suspended just before it left his fingertips. a dramatic portrait of him in uniform, basketballs tossed theatrically around him, the kind of concept only an over-ambitious freshman would attempt.

and jisung remembers thinking, even then, that chenle was... photogenic. not just because he was handsome- though he was, sharp lines in his jaw, eyes that caught light in a way most peoples didn't, but because he fit the camera. he belonged in the frame, like he knew how to hold himself without even trying.

jisung has never been close to him. they've never even really talked. chenle floats in a different orbit entirely; sports practices, his own circle of friends, a reputation that feels untouchable.

but now, as jisungs gaze drifts almost helplessly, trailing from chenles sneakers planted on the cafeteria floor all the way up to the mess of hair that always looks styled even when it isn't, he notices something else. 

beneath the sharpness, there's delicacy. chenles frame is lean, light, almost fragile if you look long enough. there's something feminine in the way his wrists move, the tilt of his shoulders, the careless elegance that hangs off him like it costs nothing.

and it hits jisung so suddenly it almost knocks the air out of him.

shit. chenle would be perfect.

"hey, what about zhong chenle?" jisung blurts suddenly, the words spilling out before he can stop them. his eyes flick back to the jock across the cafeteria, then quickly return to the table of friends, almost defensive already.

they laugh immediately, all of them, as if the suggestion is too absurd to take seriously. jisung frowns, heat creeping up the back of his neck. "what?" he says, bristling.

"he's modeled before," jisung pushes, voice tightening, his hands gesturing in frustration. "i've seen him in other students' projects- sports ones, yeah, but still. he's good at it."

mark just scoffs, leaning back in his chair with that infuriating smirk. "yeah, sports projects. good luck trying to get that kid bent over a bed in nothing but lingerie for your camera." 

the table erupts again, laughter bouncing off the walls of the cafeteria, and jisung rolls his eyes like it doesn't matter. like he isn't secretly nursing the truth in marks words. because he is right.

he doesn't know chenle personally- barely anything beyond the surface details. but he knows enough. chenle's proud, too proud to risk his image on something that could be misread or mocked. he's popular, built on reputation, the kind of person who seems untouchable. there's no way he'd agree to be the subject of some awkward photography students boudoir experiment.

still.

jisung tries to shake it, eyes scanning the cafeteria, sliding over faces, builds, silhouettes. maybe there's someone else, someone easier. someone who won't immediately shoot him down.

but every time, without fail, his gaze finds its way back to chenle- leaning casually against the table, laughing at something his teammates said, fingers spinning the basketball on one palm as if it weighs nothing.

jisung swallows, heart thumping in a rhythm that feels too loud, too obvious.

it wouldn't kill him to just ask... right?

that's how jisung finds himself walking toward the gym when he knows basketball training is on, camera hanging heavy around his neck, his hands fidgeting uselessly in front of him as he pushes through the double doors.

the sound hits him first-squeaking sneakers, the echo of a ball bouncing against polished wood, voices shouting plays across the court. his eyes find chenle almost immediately, mid-laugh as he takes a shot. the ball arcs clean through the hoop like gravity doesn't apply to him. easy, effortless.

jisung lingers at the doorway, watching longer than he should. chenles laugh, the way his hand runs carelessly through his hair, the twist and bend of his body in motion- god. 

jisung never thought much of him before. he was just another student, another face in a crowded university hall. but with the thought planted in the back of his mind now, he notices just how striking chenle really is.

not in any creepy way, jisung tells himself. just... as a model.

when chenle rolls his shoulders back and drifts toward the bleachers for water, jisung seizes his chance, forcing his legs to move. "hey, uh- zhong chenle, right?" jisung says, voice awkward as he stumbles into chenles space.

chenle doesn't answer right away, busy squeezing water into his mouth. he side-eyes jisung instead, gaze dragging up and down like he's assessing, trying to decide if this interruption is worth his time. finally, after swallowing, he speaks. "yeah. what's up?" he asks, stretching his arms behind his head with casual ease.

jisungs throat feels dry. "uh- my name's park jisung. i'm a photography major..." he starts, nerves prickling under his skin. chenle just nods, not surprised, already dropping onto the bleachers, light pants leaving his lips as his gaze returns to the game still running on the court.

"oh, right," chenle says after a beat. "you wanting me to be your model for some sports thing?" his tone makes it obvious he's used to this, probably gets asked all the time. jisung swallows hard. now or never.

"uh, kind of," jisung says, scratching the back of his neck, a laugh slipping out awkwardly. "i want you to be my model... just, not for sports." that finally gets chenles attention. he tilts his head, brows furrowing, eyes narrowing slightly as they fix on jisung. curiosity there, but guarded. he doesn't speak, just waits.

jisung clears his throat, fumbling for words. "have you heard of boudoir?" the look on chenles face doesn't give much away- if he has or hasn't, jisung can't tell. "boudoir-what?" chenle asks flatly, one eyebrow raising.

jisung winces. god, this is awkward. now he actually has to explain it out loud.

"uh- it's sort of like... an intimate photoshoot," jisung starts, stumbling over the words. "like, often in lingerie, or sometimes, uh... particularly nude?" the sentence trails off into a cringe before he can even finish.

chenles face drops immediately. "i'm sorry, you're asking me to do what?" chenle says, incredulous, shaking his head like he can't believe this kid actually walked into the gym to say that to him.

"no, sorry-" jisung blurts quickly, running a hand through his hair, heat burning at his ears. "it's not like that. it's less about... you know, that, and more about how you use light, and shadow, and the softness of someones body. clothing or... lack of it, sure, but the focus is on intimacy. vulnerability. the kind of mood that makes a picture feel alive."

he exhales sharply, words tumbling over each other, half apology, half explanation. "i guess what i mean is- it isn't about making it cheap. it's about making it real." jisung finishes, his voice tripping awkwardly over the last word.

for a moment, there's silence. chenle just stares at him, water bottle dangling loosely in his hand. jisungs stomach twists, his face hot, wishing he could rewind the last five minutes and shove the words back into his mouth.

and then chenle laughs.

not a chuckle, not polite amusement- but a full, unrestrained laugh that bursts out of him, shoulders shaking as his head tips back. the sound echoes in the gym, bright and sharp, drawing a few glances from his teammates still running drills.

jisung blinks, mortified. "what?" he asks, voice small, but chenle's too caught up in it, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand as if this is the funniest thing he's heard all week.

"you-" chenle gasps between laughs, "you seriously just came in here, while i'm in the middle of practice, to ask me to strip down for your camera?" he shakes his head, still grinning like he can't believe it. "that's insane. you're insane."

jisungs hands twitch nervously at his sides. "i didn't- i didn't say strip down-" chenle laughs harder, cutting him off, his voice echoing over the bouncing of basketballs. "boudoir, lingerie, intimacy? jesus, you really rehearsed this, huh?"

jisung wants the floor to swallow him whole. he stares down at his sneakers, mumbling, "forget it. it was stupid."

but chenle doesn't stop smiling, eyes gleaming with something unreadable as they slide back to jisung. "no one's ever asked me something like that before." he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, still panting lightly from practice. "you've got guts, park jisung."

jisungs throat tightens. he doesn't know whether that's a compliment or a dismissal.

chenle twists the cap back onto his water bottle, standing with a stretch. "i'll think about it," he says casually, as if jisung had just asked to borrow a pen, and then jogs back toward the court, leaving jisung frozen by the bleachers, pulse hammering.

oh.

oh.

it takes exactly two days for chenle to come around.

in the meantime, jisung does what any rational person would do- he keeps searching. because an "i'll think about it" isn't a yes, and jisung knows better than to pin his entire grade on someone as unpredictable as chenle.

so he asks around. quietly, awkwardly, slipping the question into conversations with people who seem open enough. a classmate from lecture, a friend of a friend. some of them hesitate, some of them laugh, but a few show real interest.

the problem is- they don't feel right.

they're all beautiful, sure. every single one of them would photograph well, would give him enough material to scrape together a solid b, maybe a c if the professor was harsh. but none of them fit. none of them made his pulse quicken, made his mind spark with images before he even picked up the camera.

because no matter how hard he tries to picture someone else in the frame, chenle won't leave his head.

he can already see it: the curve of chenles shoulders against tangled sheets, the way shadow would carve lines across his jaw, the softness in his wrists, his fingers. jisung doesn't just want chenle as a model- he needs him.

he tries to tell himself it's fine, that he could pivot the project, make it about objects instead. a messy bed left unmade. heels on the floor. perfume bottles, mirrors, lace caught on the corner of a chair. all of it would work, conceptually.

but every time he imagines the messy bed, he sees chenle stretched out across it. every time he pictures the heels, he imagines chenles delicate feet instead, the curve of his ankle where light could rest. even the mirror- he doesn't see glass and reflection, he sees chenles face caught in it, doubled, fractured, too beautiful to ignore.

nothing else feels quiet enough. nothing else matches the vision lodged in his chest, the one that keeps him restless at night.

nothing matches chenle.

"park jisung," chenles voice cuts through the conversation jisung had been having with his friends, something not even related to boudoir, and jisung turns just in time to see the jock slide into the empty chair next to him.

all around, heads swivel. every friend at the table now looking at the very person jisung has practically been obsessing over these past two days. every idle "what if" jisung had slipped into conversation now feels amplified in their annoyed, teasing stares. they're sick of hearing his name- sick of hearing chenle.

chenle smiles at them, a quick, easy curve of lips. "hi," he mutters, and then, with a casual glance at mark, "oh, mark, what's up?" before finally turning his attention to jisung.

jisung swallows hard. "uh- hi?" he manages, heart racing as he meets chenles eyes. soft brown, almost warm, and jisung can't help imagining how the light would catch them in a photograph, how the honey tones would flicker if captured just right.

"before i agree, i need to know some information," chenle says, settling further into the chair like he's here for a business meeting rather than in the middle of a noisy cafeteria, surrounded by curious onlookers.

"right," jisung says, clearing his throat and fumbling into his bag. he pulls out his assessment papers for the project, the detailed sheet listing every requirement, every element his professor is looking for, and hands it over to chenle, careful not to let his hands shake too much.

chenle takes the papers, fingers brushing jisungs briefly, and jisung swears his chest might just stop. he watches as chenles eyes skim over the page, flipping sections with quick, practiced motions, his focus sharp and deliberate. 

jisung leans a little closer, because he can't help it- he wants chenle to read it correctly, to understand everything, but the proximity makes his stomach coil. "hm," chenle murmurs, still looking at the paper.

"obviously, i'm not really focusing on... like, nudity, since it's a university project," jisung blurts out, feeling heat rise to his ears. his voice is a little too loud, a little too fast. he leans even closer, almost hovering over chenles shoulder, and adds, "but it will be just enough to... mimic intimacy."

chenle nods once, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and jisung notices it. notices everything. panic bubbles in his chest. "what about lingerie? i'm not really that comfortable-" chenle starts, and jisung nearly chokes on air. his brain freezes. lingerie? jesus.

"i'm... i'm more thinking like a dress shirt and boxers, i guess." jisung stammers, words tumbling out in a rush, cheeks burning. chenle glances at him then, expression unreadable, before returning his gaze to the paper. jisung wants to curl up into himself, sink through the floor, anything to disappear.

"will it be just me and you? or will there be other people- like, with the sports shoots, they have makeup artists, and people with lights and whatever?" chenle asks, eyes flicking briefly to jisung.

jisung shrugs, hands tugging at the strap of his bag nervously. "just a makeup artist. but they won't be there when we take the pictures," he says, voice small, careful. chenle nods again, letting out a long breath.

then he puts the paper down and finally looks at jisung. "i'll do it," he says simply.

jisungs eyes widen so fast it feels like they might pop. "seriously?! i mean- i... thank you," he stammers, words stumbling over each other. chenle scoffs softly, running a hand through his hair, and for a second jisung thinks he looks... nervous?

"when is the shoot?" chenle asks, glancing around the cafeteria like anyone could be listening. jisung clears his throat, leaning back slightly, trying not to look too eager. "uh- this weekend? i still have a few things i need to sort, but- "

chenle cuts him off with a look, quiet and commanding. "give me your number. send me the details." jisung fumbles, shaky hands digging for his phone. chenle watches, calm, while jisung awkwardly types his number and watches chenle save it.

with that, chenle lifts himself from the chair with a soft sigh and walks away, wordless. jisung sits frozen for a long moment, heart hammering, staring after him, the cafeteria noise fading into nothing.

he can't believe it. he said yes. chenle actually said yes.

his fingers tighten around his phone, thumb hovering over the screen like if he touches it again, the moment will vanish. but it doesn't. chenles number is there, saved neatly. chenles name. chenle.

jisungs thoughts scatter in every direction at once. he imagines poses- chenle leaning back on sheets, sunlight spilling across his shoulders, the soft curve of his neck catching shadow just right. he pictures the way chenles eyes would catch the camera, the tilt of his lips, the slightest twitch of a hand, delicate and purposeful.

and the more jisung imagines, the more impossible it feels to focus on anything else. his friends chatter in the background, words floating past him, but he barely hears them. he's already somewhere else- already planning, arranging, adjusting in his head.

and then the panic hits. chenle said yes- but what if he changes his mind? what if he laughs, or thinks it's stupid, or doesn't show up at all? jisungs stomach twists at the thought. he pictures up to an empty apartment, lights set, camera ready, and chenle nowhere in sight. he shivers, biting the inside of his cheek.

still, even with that fear, even with the awkwardness, the thought of chenle in front of the camera, perfectly balanced between strength and delicacy, keeps him rooted to the chair, heart thundering.

jisung exhales shakily, leaning back, phone pressed to his chest like a lifeline. he knows he should probably text the details soon, but he can't move yet. not until he imagines chenle again, just one more time, in the golden light of his mind, so perfect it hurts.

and in that moment, jisung realizes- nothing else, no other model, no other idea, will ever feel right again. not like chenle.

jisung goes straight into planning, the moment chenle agreed hitting him like a jolt of electricity. he doesn't waste a second.

jaemin, being a beauty major, is the obvious choice for chenles makeup artist. jisung asks him, and jaemin grins, agreeing without hesitation. it feels like a small relief, like one weight lifted off jisungs shoulders.

then comes the lights- jisung rents some, careful to pick ones that are soft, adjustable, capable of creating the shadows and highlights he's been imagining for days. he wanders through stores hunting for props: crisp white sheets, delicate lace, little objects that will catch the light just so. every piece is deliberate, every item a building block in the scene he's been rehearsing in his head.

he texts chenle, asking for his size for costuming. a few hours later, he's buying boxers, both black and white, just in case, and oversized white dress shirts, the kind that will suggest they belong to someone else, someone absent, leaving only chenle in their trace.

and then... because he's an idiot, jisung finds himself in the lingerie section. he knows chenle said he's not comfortable, and he isn't going to make chenle wear anything. he's not that cruel.

but somehow, in the quiet corners of the store, his hands linger over the pretty white lace garters, the knee-high white stockings, imagining how they might look if... well, if. it's entirely theoretical, he tells himself. for the shot, for inspiration, for the concept. none of it is for chenle, not really.

jisung sits cross-legged on his bed, phone balanced on his knee, thumbs hovering over the keyboard like they might betray him if he moves too fast. he's typed the message a dozen times already, deleted it, retyped it, paused, stared at the screen, and panicked.

hey chenle! just wanted to confirm the shoot this weekend...

no. too formal.

hey! excited for the shoot this weekend...

too casual. too... stupid.

his brain loops around itself. he can picture chenle reading it, probably smiling politely, maybe raising an eyebrow, definitely judging him. and yet, the thought makes his chest tighten with something like anticipation and terror all at once.

finally, jisung bites the bullet. he types something somewhere in between, fumbling with punctuation like it matters:

hey chenle! just wanted to check- are we still good for the shoot this weekend? i've got the props and lights ready, and na jaemin's coming as your makeup artist. if you have any questions or ideas, let me know!

he stares at it. his thumbs twitch, hovering over send. one, two, three- he presses it anyway.

then comes the waiting.

every vibration of his phone makes his heart leap. every ping, every flash of light, he's convinced it's chenle. finally, a reply. jisung almost drops his phone.

yeah, still good. looking forward to it. send me details later.

jisung exhales so hard he almost squeaks. he leans back against the wall, phone trembling in his hands. chenle actually replied. chenle is actually doing this. chenle is actually trusting him enough to, jesus, to show up.

he can't stop grinning. can't stop imagining chenle in the shots, in the light, in the exact poses he's been planning. he texts back quickly, clumsy and jittery:

perfect! i'll send the exact time and address soon. thanks chenle!

he hits send, sets the phone down, and buries his face in his hands, heart hammering, thoughts spinning. nothing has ever felt like this before- nothing has ever felt right like this.

and jisung knows, deep down, that the next few days are going to be torture, waiting, imagining, obsessing- counting every minute until chenle is finally in front of his camera.

the next few days are a blur of lists, props, and pacing. jisung can't sit still. he moves around his apartment like a whirlwind- folding sheets, adjusting the angles of lamps, testing lights over and over. every shadow matters, every soft edge matters, every detail has to be perfect.

jaemin texts him constantly, checking in, and jisung responds in bursts of frantic messages:
okay, bring the brushes, the powder, the setting spray...
lights- make sure you can dim them, yeah?
i got costumes...

he's obsessive. he's jittery. he's pacing so much his roommates have stopped asking what he's doing. and then there's chenle.

jisung can't stop thinking about him. walking into the shoot, standing awkwardly at the door, flipping through his phone like he's bored, that subtle smirk tugging at his lips. jisung pictures every pose he's imagined in his head, every frame already captured before the camera even exists. 

he imagines light spilling over chenles shoulders, the slight curve of his neck, the way his hands would rest naturally on a bed, a chair, a sheet- over himself. jisung shakes his head, running his hands through his hair, muttering to himself, "focus. props. lights. don't- don't die before he even gets here."

he double-checks everything. lenses, tripods, memory cards. the sheets are clean, the lace arranged just so. even the black and white boxers are folded neatly, side by side. he rehearses the lighting setups, pacing the room, holding imaginary poses, trying to get the angles right in his head.

his stomach churns with nerves and anticipation, a cocktail of excitement and terror he's never felt before. every noise makes him jump- the hum of the refrigerator, the creak of the floorboards, the buzz of his phone. is it chenle? did chenle text? 

he can't help but imagine chenles voice cutting through the room, asking questions, teasing him. jisung shivers and smiles at the thought, hands shaking slightly as he adjusts a lamp.

by the time the weekend arrives, jisung feels like he's been running a marathon in his head for three days straight. and yet, every nervous flutter, every obsessive thought, every panicked check of his phone has only brought him closer to this moment: chenle stepping into his carefully arranged scene, finally, impossibly, trusting him enough to be there.

jisung exhales, staring at his empty apartment, lights ready, props perfect. his heart hammers. he knows that when chenle finally walks in, nothing will feel the same again.

then comes the knock at his apartment door. jisung had kicked his flatmates out, everyone was well aware he had a shoot today, so it was just him. him, his perfectly arranged apartment, his carefully prepared bedroom... and chenle.

jisung practically rushes to the door, hands sweaty, running over his thighs as he fumbles with the lock. he swings it open- chenle is there. matching sweatsuit, phone in hand just like jisung imagined, awkward smile tugging at his lips.

"hey, uh- come in," jisung says, stepping aside. chenle nods, shoving his phone into his pocket, and steps cautiously into jisungs apartment. "jaemin will be here in a minute to do your makeup," jisung tells him, and chenle nods again, standing in the middle of the entryway like he's unsure what to do with himself.

"uh- follow me," jisung says, turning on his heel before he can overwhelm himself with nerves. he hears chenle scoff lightly, but then his gentle footsteps follow anyway, careful, deliberate.

jisung steps into his bedroom, glancing back as chenle follows. his eyes wander over the room- the single tucked white sheet and pillows on the bed, delicate white curtains fluttering ever so slightly in the breeze, the empty space that feels intentional, calm, controlled. a mirror and chair in the corner, the lights carefully positioned, cameras ready.

then chenles eyes land on the props, and jisung watches as he walks toward them, hands brushing over the neatly folded items. "like i said the other day, i'll just have you wearing a pair of boxers and the dress shirt," jisung says, trying to keep his voice steady as chenle picks up the clothes.

"okay," chenle replies gently, calm and composed, and jisung swears the air gets just a little less suffocating.

he hears the front door open, the subtle sound signalling jaemins arrival, and relief floods him. the professional presence, the distraction, the slight shift in focus- it's enough to steady his racing heart.

jisung exhales, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly, even as chenle stands there, impossibly close, waiting. "knock, knock," jaemins voice calls, walking through the already open bedroom door, makeup bags in hand.

"hey, jaem," jisung says, forcing a smile at his friend, trying to keep his hands from shaking. "hi, uh- zhong chenle," chenle introduces himself, stepping forward to shake jaemins hand.

jaemin smiles back easily. "alright, follow me," he says, leading chenle toward the lounge of where he and jisung had set up a makeshift makeup station earlier. chenle settles into the chair, shoulders straight, posture cautious but patient. 

jaemin sits in front of him, placing his bags down methodically. "so, the idea for your makeup today is more of a soft, feminine look," jaemin explains, opening his first bag and pulling out brushes and powders. chenle nods attentively, listening carefully.

"just very light, barely noticeable makeup," jaemin continues, glancing at chenles face as if trying to anticipate how it will settle on his features. he reaches for a few additional products, checking the palette, the brushes, arranging them just so.

"uh, i'm just going to finish setting up the last things. i'll be back in a minute, chenle, you okay?" jisung says, standing and stepping aside, though really it's just an excuse to calm his own nerves.

chenle meets his gaze calmly, tilting his head slightly, and replies with a soft, "no worries." jisung exhales again, a shaky laugh escaping him. okay. so far, so good. now all he has to do is not completely implode when the shoot actually starts.

when chenles makeup is done, jisung has to take a deep, shuddering breath- god, he's gorgeous. so impossibly gorgeous. jisung doesn't know how he's supposed to handle it. he thanks jaemin as he leaves, voice a little too high, hands a little too shaky, and suddenly it's just jisung and chenle alone again.

"alright," jisung says, spreading concept photos across his desk. chenle stands next to him, slightly awkward, fingers brushing over the edges of the prints, scanning them with careful attention.

"this is sort of the idea i'm going for," jisung explains, glancing up at chenle before immediately looking back down at the pictures, trying not to get lost in the way chenles eyes linger on them.

chenle nods, fingertips grazing some of the photos. "this one is pretty," he says softly. jisung nods quickly, filing the information away, heart hammering.

"okay, if you're ready, you can go get dressed," jisung adds, voice catching a little at the end. chenle nods again, moving away from the desk with a careful grace.

jisung watches him, surprised by how quiet chenle is. loud, confident, always laughing and shouting over a basketball court- that was the chenle jisung knew. but now, quiet, careful, deliberate... it almost makes sense. this isn't a game. this is a photoshoot.

a photo shoot involving minimal clothing, suggestive poses, messy hair and light makeup, gentle, deliberate looks in chenles eyes. jisungs brain struggles for words and lands on the closest thing he can: lustful. that's what he wants to capture. soft, intimate, and unmistakably charged.

chenle picks up the clothing, tilting his head and asking gently which pair of boxers jisung would prefer. jisung swallows, heat crawling up his neck. "the white pair," he says, voice a little shaky. it matches his theme better, though he bought both for chenles comfort. chenle simply nods and picks up the white boxers, along with the oversized white dress shirt.

jisung guides him to the bathroom. he exhales, slow and deep, the weight of it finally hitting him. this is real. this is happening. zhong chenle, loud, confident, gorgeous chenle, is his model.

and somehow, that thought makes his heart both soar and freeze at the same time.

jisung waits just outside the bathroom door, trying to focus on his breathing, trying not to peek, trying not to panic entirely. his mind races a million miles an hour- angles, lighting, props, chenle, chenle, chenle.

a few muffled sounds from inside tell him chenle is changing. the quiet rustle of fabric, the soft click of the door handle. jisung swallows hard, shaking slightly, hands gripping the edge of the doorway.

chenle steps out slowly, wearing the oversized white dress shirt that slips just past his hips, white boxers underneath. his hair is tousled, falling slightly over his forehead. he looks at jisung with a soft, curious expression, waiting for direction.

jisungs stomach flips. he can't think. the light catching the lines of chenles shoulders, the gentle curve of his neck... he clears his throat. "o-okay, um... so, let's start with you sitting on the edge of the bed, yeah? just- relax your shoulders. tilt your head a little, like this," jisung demonstrates, flailing his arms in a way that makes him cringe internally.

chenle mimics him patiently, tilting his head, letting his hands rest lightly on his knees. jisungs camera hangs around his neck, suddenly feeling too heavy, too important, too fragile in his trembling hands.

"g-good," jisung stammers, fidgeting with the lens, trying not to stare at chenles chest, at the line of his arms, at the way the shirt slips just enough to be... well, perfect. "now- just... um- look down at your hands. yeah, just... like that."

chenle complies, softly, deliberately. jisungs brain short-circuits. he shifts a light slightly to mimic natural lighting of a window, lifts his camera, and every click of the shutter feels like a gasp, every angle perfect and wrong at the same time.

he tries to breathe, tries to remind himself he's the photographer, in control. but chenle- chenle sitting there, calm and slightly amused, watching jisung fumble, watching jisung panic quietly, chenle makes it impossible.

"okay, just-" jisung says, setting his camera down and shifting slightly closer to chenle, heart hammering in his chest. "can i unbutton your shirt just a bit?"

chenle nods, letting out a soft, "yeah," and jisung swallows, trying not to think too much as his hands move to the fabric. he undoes a few buttons, letting the shirt slip just slightly off chenles shoulder.

jisung holds back a gasp as light, soft skin appears, the gentle curve of chenles shoulder and the subtle pop of his collarbone catching the light perfectly. "shift back on the bed a bit," jisung says, stepping back just enough to watch chenle move, trying not to stumble over his own nerves.

"can you pull one leg up, so it's bent?" jisung continues, and chenle complies, hands sliding behind him to hold himself up. "yeah, lean back on your hands," jisung instructs, heart thudding violently as chenle shifts, eyes flicking up at him briefly.

"okay- cool... uh, lean back a little more," jisung says, and chenle obeys smoothly. "perfect," jisung mutters, lifting the camera again, fingers shaking slightly.

"uh, where do you want me to look?" chenle asks, voice quiet, calm, and it sends a spike of panic straight through jisung. right. he'd completely forgotten about that- he was too focused on chenles body.

"tilt your head up a little to the left," jisung says quickly, watching chenle comply. "don't look at- at me... look past me a little," he adds, breath catching as chenle finally glances away, eyes drifting past him.

"perfect," jisung mutters again, lifting the camera and snapping a few careful clicks. he lowers it to check the images on the screen. jesus. jisung thinks. chenle is so.. so pretty. so soft, so delicate, so impossibly perfect for this shoot. so beautiful.

"are they coming out okay?" chenle asks, still holding his pose, calm, trusting. jisung nods quickly, heart hammering. he steps closer, tilting the camera so chenle can see the pictures.

"oh-" chenle murmurs, eyes widening just slightly as he takes in the images, and jisung clears his throat, flicking through the shots he's taken so far. and just like that, jisung realizes he's completely, utterly, hopelessly hooked- not on the shoot, not on the concept, but on chenle himself.

"do you like them?" jisung asks, voice a little shaky, watching chenle nod slowly. "yeah, they're coming out good..." chenle mutters, and jisung can't help the small smile that creeps across his face. at least his model likes the pictures.

"alright," jisung says, stepping back a little, heart hammering. "can you lay down on your back, please?" jisung asks, watching as chenle falls back, landing softly on the mattress. jisung swallows, throat tight, and chenle looks at him expectantly, waiting for more instructions. but jisung... jisung can't stop staring.

even when he's not posing, even just lying there, chenle is perfect. "wait-" jisung murmurs, lifting his camera on instinct, snapping a few pictures even as chenles eyebrows furrow.

"i'm not even posing," chenle says, scoffing lightly, voice soft. "it looked good," jisung replies, eyes flicking over chenles form. chenle rolls his eyes and glances at the ceiling, and jisungs stomach twists.

"pull the leg you have bent up a little further," jisung instructs, voice shaking slightly. chenle compiles slowly, deliberately. "hm, and rest your arms up by your head," jisung adds, watching as chenle does so with quiet precision.

jisung exhales shakily as chenle's hands land in place. "yeah... that's good. uh- if you can... are you able to arch your back off the bed a little?" he asks, heart hammering, eyes wide.

for a moment, jisung isn't sure chenle will- but then he hears a soft, shaky breath, and chenle pushes up, arching his back beautifully. jisung lifts his camera immediately, snapping pictures before the moment slips away.

chenle rolls his head slightly to face away, almost embarrassed, and it only makes jisungs pulse race faster. more clicks follow, each one capturing him, perfect, quiet, stunning. "perfect. that's good," jisung murmurs, breath uneven. chenle huffs softly, falling back flat against the bed.

"stay like that," jisung says, shifting his own position so he's behind chenle now. "pull both your knees up," jisung continues, voice low, and chenle does so silently, trusting him.

"can you rest a hand on your chest, so that you're like... gently touching your collarbone?" jisung asks, heart in his throat. chenle nods and moves his hand carefully. jisung swallows hard, hands trembling slightly, and for some reason finds the courage to reach out, adjusting chenles hand gently.

"perfect," jisung whispers, stepping back just enough, snapping a few more shots, heart hammering, mind spinning. jisung clears his throat, letting his camera drop to his chest. "alright... let's change the positions," he says, voice just a little shaky. chenle nods, shifting to sit back up on the bed.

jisung moves to the end of the bed, peering through his camera lens to check angles, light, the bed itself. he tries, so hard, to ignore the way chenle sits there, awkward and patient, but he can't. even when he's not posing, chenle is impossibly, frustratingly pretty.

so maybe jisung snaps a few photos, maybe he doesn't.

"come up here," jisung mutters, still looking through the lens, and chenle moves without hesitation. "a little to the right... yeah, perfect," jisung adds, setting the camera down finally.

"are you okay with using props?" jisung asks, trying to sound casual. chenle shrugs gently. "what have you got?" jisung swallows, holds his breath as he turns, grabs a thin white strip of lace, and finally exhales when he faces chenle again.

chenle raises an eyebrow at it. "what do you want me to do with that?"

"blindfold," jisung says, voice soft, careful. and just like that, jisung is certain chenles ears have turned red. "oh," chenle murmurs, nodding, taking the lace from jisungs hand with a quiet, careful smile. "yeah... that's fine."

jisung swallows hard, heart hammering. okay. here we go.

jisung swallows hard, heart hammering as chenle carefully ties the lace over his eyes. he can't see, but jisung can feel it- every small movement, every subtle shift in chenles body, like he's moving through the air in slow motion.

"okay... uh- now, shift to sit on your knees," jisung says, voice tight, hands shaking slightly. chenle obeys, moving on the bed with the lace soft against his skin, every subtle curve of his body catching jisungs eye. the gentle rise and fall of his chest makes jisungs stomach twist.

"spread your legs a little more," jisung adds, voice barely steady. chenle adjusts silently. "hang on- i'm just going to fix your hair" jisung mutters, stepping closer, swallowing hard. his fingers brush chenles soft hair as he smooths it over the folds of the blindfold. his own pulse spikes at the contact.

"okay, uh... can you lean forward on one hand, like rest it on the bed between your thighs, and the other on your upper thigh?" jisung asks, trying to focus on the shot. chenle exhales softly, muttering a quiet, "jesus," but he shifts forward anyway, settling into the position.

"you okay?" jisung asks, voice low, because he doesn't want to push chenle past his comfort. chenle just nods, quiet and patient. "yeah... sorry- i'm good," he whispers. jisung clears his throat, heart hammering.

"look up at me," jisung says, and chenle obeys. the moment chenle lifts his head, jisung swears his heart stops. "shit, chenle, you're so beautiful," the words slip out before he can stop them. 

the camera is already in his hands, snapping photos, but jisungs eyes can't leave chenles face. chenles mouth drops slightly, cheeks flushed red, and jisungs breath catches. he clicks a few more pictures before the moment fades, then lowers the camera entirely. 

"sorry- i- i didn't mean it like that," jisung stammers, cheeks burning. chenle just shakes his head, biting his lip gently. "i know... it's fine," he whispers back, soft and calm, and jisung swallows, pulse still racing, caught somewhere between awe and panic.

jisung swallows hard, hands trembling slightly as he lifts the camera again. he can't stop looking at chenle- every line, every curve, every subtle shadow.

"okay... now, maybe lean back a little onto your hands," jisung murmurs, voice tight. chenle obeys slowly, shifting, eyes hidden behind the lace, lips parted just slightly. jisungs stomach twists; he can feel his pulse in his throat.

"perfect. um... can you tilt your hips a little to the side?" jisung continues, fumbling with the lens, heart hammering. chenle shifts, hesitant, quiet, clearly nervous, and jisungs hands shake, every small adjustment sending jolts through him.

"okay. one hand, up by your head, just- soft, relaxed," jisung whispers. chenle lifts his arm carefully, glancing briefly at jisung, a faint blush on his cheeks. jisung swallows, noticing how delicate the skin looks, how soft the lines of his body are.

jisung steps closer to adjust slightly. chenle flinches just a little, looking down at his own thighs, shy, and jisungs chest tightens. he snaps a few photos, every click loud in the quiet room, every angle making his pulse race. "jesus chenle," jisung mutters under his breath, "you're unreal."

"unreal?" chenle murmurs softly, voice small, cheeks red, glancing away. jisung freezes, heart in his throat, fingers tightening on the camera. "y-yeah... unreal," jisung stammers, snapping a few more pictures, cheeks burning, chest heaving. 

chenle shifts slightly, nervous, biting his lip, not meeting jisungs eyes, and jisungs stomach twists into knots. "you really like doing this, huh?" chenle asks quietly, almost whispering, voice small, hesitant.

"i- yeah," jisung whispers, barely able to speak, fingers shaking as he frames another shot. "it's you... it's just-" he trails off, heart hammering. chenle shifts again, letting out a soft breath, shoulders rising slightly in a shy shrug.

"can you get on your hands and knees?" jisung asks instead, voice tight, eyes flicking up at chenle. chenles cheeks flush red again, and he nods, shifting carefully.

"oh- uh, you can take off the blindfold now," jisung adds quietly. chenle nods again, sitting up to pull it off, handing it back to jisung, fingers brushing his lightly. jisung swallows, heart hammering.

chenle settles onto his hands and knees, looking up at jisung expectantly, shy, and jisung freezes, completely speechless. "jisung?" chenle prompts softly, voice small, and jisung clears his throat, shaking his head as if that will help him regain composure. right.

"uh... rest on your elbows," jisung mutters, voice tight. chenle obeys carefully. "shift your knees down a little further," jisung continues, almost breathless. chenle moves, slow and deliberate.

"arch your back a little," jisung adds, voice barely above a whisper. chenle arches, careful, eyes flicking up at jisung, cheeks still pink. jisung lets out a shaky breath, raising his camera again, hands trembling.

"keep looking at me," jisung says, voice unsteady, snapping a shot the moment chenle glances toward him. "shift up the arm closest to me a little- " jisung murmurs, guiding him. chenle obeys, flustered, shoulders tensing slightly. 

jisung feels his pulse spike; every pose, every subtle movement, every glance from chenle is like a jolt straight to his chest. the light catching the curve of his shoulders, the gentle arch of his back, the hesitant look in his eyes- it's driving jisung insane.

he swallows hard, snapping more pictures, muttering gentle instructions, voice tight and uneven. chenle shifts obediently, shy, quiet, trusting him completely, and jisung can't stop, the camera, the light, the soft warmth of chenles presence, it's all overwhelming, consuming.

every click of the shutter feels like a heartbeat, every new position twisting jisung tighter, racing faster, and he knows, without question, he's completely lost in him. "uh, chenle," jisung says next, placing his camera down and moving toward the props.

"hm?" chenle asks softly, pushing up to rest on his knees, shyly glancing at jisung. "i know you said no lingerie, but.... uh, how do you feel about garters and stockings?" jisung asks, voice tight, nervously lifting them off the table to show chenle.

chenle freezes for a second, biting his lip, eyes flicking up at jisung. then, slowly, he nods, quiet and careful, and jisung swears he might actually combust. seeing chenle wearing these... jesus christ.

"cool," jisung mutters, trying to sound casual, handing the garters and stockings over to chenle, though his hands are shaking slightly.

"uh, with these, i was thinking you could... um, lay on the floor, legs up in that chair over there," jisung continues, voice tight, "and it would just be shots from your mid-stomach down your legs..." he trails off, cheeks burning.

chenle nods softly, shifting to the edge of the bed, cheeks faintly pink, and carefully pulls the garters up to his thighs. he glances at jisung once, shy, as if silently asking if this is okay, and jisung swallows hard, heart hammering.

"y-yeah... that's perfect," jisung whispers, trying to keep his voice steady, though every movement, every shy glance from chenle, is making him lose all sense of composure.

jisung swallows hard, lifting his camera again, trying to steady his hands. chenle lays on the floor, legs draped over the chair, cheeks flushed pink, hands resting lightly on the edge of the seat for balance. jisung can barely think straight- every line of chenles body, every small movement, is like fire in his chest.

"okay... just... stay like that," jisung mutters, voice tight, stepping around the chair to get a better angle. chenles eyes flick up at him once, shy, then drop to his legs again, biting his lip. jisung can't stop staring.

"uh- tilt your hips a little... yeah, gently," jisung adds, voice shaking slightly. chenle shifts, careful, eyes hidden under a lowered gaze, and jisung feels his chest tighten.

he snaps a few shots, every click of the shutter making his pulse race. "perfect- yeah, that's good," he mutters under his breath. chenle shifts slightly again, embarrassed, hair falling softly around his face. jisung can barely think- every soft curve, every subtle shadow, is overwhelming him.

"uh... can you move your hands up to rest on your thighs a little more?" jisung says, moving closer. chenle obeys slowly, cheeks pink, glancing at jisung with shy uncertainty. jisung swallows, heart hammering, lifting the camera and snapping again.

"shit chenle, you're- you're so perfect," jisung mutters, stepping back, trying to focus. chenle flushes deeper, glancing away, clearly embarrassed but trusting him completely.

"are- are the pictures okay?" chenle whispers, voice small, unsure. jisung swallows, heat rising in his face. "yeah... they're amazing, you're amazing," he says, fingers tightening on the camera, pulse racing.

chenle shifts slightly, still shy, still blushing, and jisung can barely breathe. every pose, every movement, every shy glance- it's more than he can handle, and yet... he can't stop. he won't stop.

"okay, just a few more, and then we'll be done," jisung murmurs, voice tight. chenle nods, looking away, cheeks faintly pink.

"are you comfortable with... bending over the bed?" jisung asks cautiously. chenle hesitates for a moment, then whispers softly, "yeah..." with that, chenle stands, stretching slightly, garters and stockings still in place, and jisung can't help but let his eyes travel over him, heart hammering.

"are you okay with fully unbuttoning your shirt?" jisung asks, voice uneven. chenle blushes deeply but nods, fingers fumbling slightly as he works the buttons. and jesus. every line of chenles chest, his stomach, the gentle curve of his hips and waist... jisung swallows hard. he's pale, lean, delicate, perfect. no denying it.

"okay, cool- uh, just lean over the bed and i'll adjust your shirt how i want it..." jisung instructs, voice tight. chenle nods silently, bending over the bed with careful, shy movements.

jisungs breath hitches as he watches, forcing himself to remind his mind: this is professional, this is a photoshoot... chenle's just his model. "uh- can you, like, rest one knee on the bed and rest your arms above your head?" jisung adds. chenle complies smoothly, face still pink, shifting slightly.

"okay," jisung breathes out, mostly to calm himself. he steps closer, gently pulling chenles shirt down so that one sleeve slips fully to his wrist and drapes over his back to mid-thigh, while the other slips just off his shoulder. it looks effortlessly undone, delicate.

"yeah... shit, that's pretty," jisung hums, voice low, and chenle buries his face into the bed, silent, embarrassed. jisung steps back, camera raised, snapping a few shots, heart racing, chest tight, utterly consumed by the sight of him.

"okay- cool," jisung says, letting his camera fall to his side, fingers trembling slightly. "that's... uh, a wrap." chenle shifts on the bed, eyebrows furrowed, and hesitates. "are we done?" he asks softly. jisung swallows hard and nods.

"yeah- uh, thanks for your time today, chenle. i'll edit them and send them to you, and you can decide which ones you like best," jisung says, biting the inside of his cheek. he doesn't want chenle to leave, he wants to keep taking pictures, to watch chenles cheeks flush, to tell him how pretty he is, but, really, the project is finished.

he's gotten every shot he needed, every angle exactly as he envisioned. of course they came out perfectly. chenle is... chenle.

"oh-" chenle murmurs, like he hadn't quite expected that. "do you not have anything more to take?" he asks, sliding to sit on the bed instead of leaving like jisung assumed he would. jisung blinks, caught off guard.

"uh... i've got everything i need for the project." jisung says quietly. chenle nods, still lingering, still shy, not moving. "do you- i mean..." chenle starts, eyes flicking away, cheeks faintly pink. "do you want to take more?"

jisung freezes, flush rising, brain short-circuiting. "what... what do you mean?" he stammers. chenle shrugs gently, still shy, fingers fidgeting slightly.

"just- i don't have any other plans today, and if you wanted to take more, like... outside of your project, i'd be fine with that..." chenle says softly, like this isn't the most absurd, nerve-wracking, heart-pounding offer jisung has ever had.

jisung swallows hard, chest tightening, heart racing, staring at chenle. the room feels impossibly small, impossibly charged, and he realizes- he doesn't just want more photos. he wants... more of chenle.

"yeah... uh, if you want to..." jisung says, nodding gently. chenle nods back, cheeks faintly pink. "let me pose," chenle murmurs, and jisungs heart nearly stops. he watches, wide-eyed, as chenle carefully slips the shirt fully off his shoulder, letting it fall to the floor, then eases himself back onto the bed.

"oh," jisung breathes, words catching in his throat, but chenle just lies there, one leg lifted slightly, hand resting lightly on his bare chest. he glances at jisung, shy and hesitant, cheeks flushed. "is this okay?" he asks softly. jisung swallows hard and nods, stepping forward to find the best angle.

he lifts his camera, snapping slowly, deliberately. every curve, every arch of chenles back, the delicate tilt of his shoulders, the gentle line of his jaw... jisung can hardly breathe. his fingers move over the camera, capturing only what he can, framing chenle in slices- waist, chest, shoulders, neck and jaw, eyes- and every shot makes his heart pound harder.

chenle shifts slightly, shyly, watching him, and lets out a small, embarrassed laugh. "you're... more confident now," he murmurs quietly, eyes flicking away for a second. jisung swallows again, lips pressing into a thin line. 

he's not letting this slip away. chenle is letting him photograph him like this- bare, vulnerable, trusting, and jisung knows he won't waste a single moment. every angle, every shot, every tiny expression... he's determined to capture it all.

the room is quiet except for the faint click of the camera and their uneven breathing, chenles blush rising with each adjustment, jisungs chest tightening with every careful, delicate pose. he's never been more alive, more focused, more terrified and exhilarated all at once.

this is chenle. this is real. and jisung will not let it go.

jisung swallows hard, trying to calm the hammering in his chest. "okay, uh, now, can you lie on your side?" he asks, voice tight, almost a whisper. chenle hesitates for a moment, cheeks pink, then carefully rolls onto his side, one hand resting lightly on the bed, the other brushing against his chest. jisung can't stop staring, heart pounding as he lifts the camera.

"yeah, pretty," jisung mutters, snapping a few quick shots, trying to focus on the curves of chenles body, the way the soft light brushes over his shoulders, the gentle swell of his chest, the pale line of his collarbone. 

chenle shuffles slightly, shy, whispering, "i hope this looks okay," and jisung wants to tell him it's more than okay, it's perfect, but his throat is dry.

"can you tilt your head up a little?" jisung asks, voice shaky. chenle obeys, eyes flicking to jisung, cheeks glowing, lips slightly parted. jisung clicks again, capturing the delicate arch of chenles neck, the curve of his jaw, the shy blush on his cheeks.

"okay... uh, now, bend your knees slightly and pull them up," jisung instructs, heart racing. chenle shifts, small movements, careful, embarrassed, letting his hands rest lightly on his thighs. jisung moves closer, camera lifting, trying not to notice the way chenles chest rises and falls, the way his skin glows in the soft light.

"lean back on your elbows," jisung asks, his voice barely above a whisper. chenle does, slow, deliberate, shy, shifting slightly, eyes darting away. jisungs chest tightens at the sight- every line, every curve, every tiny movement is like it was made to be captured.

"fuck... that's perfect," jisung breathes, snapping a few more shots. he edges closer, kneeling slightly beside chenle. "can you let one arm rest above your head, and the other just gently on your side?" chenle does, shyly, biting his lip, a faint tremor in his hands. 

jisungs chest hammers as he clicks again and again, each image capturing more than just a pose- capturing chenle himself, delicate, embarrassed, trusting him completely.

"jesus chenle," jisung murmurs, lowering the camera for a moment, heart pounding. chenle flushes deeper, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. jisung shakes his head slightly, voice low, "you're perfect."

then jisung guides him gently: "can you roll onto your stomach, just slightly, chest resting on the bed, legs bent a little?" chenle moves carefully, shy, hand brushing against the sheets, breathing soft and uneven. jisung lifts the camera, framing only the delicate lines of chenles back, the gentle curve of his waist, the subtle arch of his hips.

"okay... perfect," jisung mutters, snapping shot after shot. chenle shifts slightly, embarrassed, cheeks pink, but he doesn't pull away. jisungs heart hammers harder with every subtle movement, every tiny glance, every hesitant breath.

"you're so beautiful," jisung whispers, voice barely audible. chenle buries his face in the bed, shy, murmuring. chenle is breathtaking, vulnerable, completely his to photograph.

every frame, every click, every pose- jisung is completely consumed. he can't stop himself, can't stop admiring chenle, the way he moves shyly, the way he blushes, the way he's utterly perfect and delicate and trusting.

finally, jisung lowers the camera, hands shaking slightly. "okay... that's- that's it," he whispers, only because he thinks he'd lose his mind if this went on any longer. chenle stays still, cheeks red, hair falling softly over his face, eyes avoiding jisungs.

jisung exhales, voice low, almost to himself, "thank you chenle." chenle lifts his eyes slightly, shy, and murmurs back, "yeah, thank you too..."

and in that quiet, still pause, both of them feel it- the intensity, the vulnerability, the unspoken connection. the photos are done. the shoot is over. but the heat, the intimacy, the memory of chenles delicate, shy, and trusting self, they linger, impossible to forget.

"how'd the shoot go?" jaemin asks later that day, gathering the last of his makeup bags to pack up. jisung freezes mid-breath, cheeks heating immediately- just thinking about chenle like that, about the pictures still sitting on his camera, makes his stomach flutter.

"uh... really well, actually," jisung manages, voice tight, hands fidgeting with a strap on his bag. "chenle was- uh, they came out perfect." he swallows, trying not to think too much about how soft chenle looked, the shy way he'd shifted under the camera, the blush that had refused to leave his cheeks.

jaemin grins, smirking a little. "good. it's going to be interesting seeing how your class reacts when they realize it's zhong chenle in those pictures," he snorts. jisung flushes harder, nodding quickly, heart hammering. 

right. the presentation. the professor. the classmates. even if the most risqué shots weren't going up, the thought of everyone seeing chenles face, even in softer, intimate poses, makes jisungs stomach twist.

he bites the inside of his cheek, glancing at the camera resting on the table, images flashing briefly in his mind- chenles delicate shoulders, the curve of his waist, the shy flush that had painted his cheeks... he'd never get over it.

is it wrong that he wants to keep them all for himself? every single frame, every vulnerable glance, every quiet, perfect moment- jisung wants to treasure them, wants to memorize them, wants chenle to remain just like this in his mind forever.

and somewhere deep down, he knows he's not just thinking like a photographer anymore. he's thinking like someone utterly, completely captivated.

his class has done well. it's presentation day, and jisung watches quietly as slideshow after slideshow plays- girls draped in lace lingerie, sharp, sculpted men lit in heavy shadows, silhouettes pressed against curtains, a single garment abandoned on the floor, a body wrapped in fabric like a painting come alive.

all gorgeous. all shot well. exactly the kind of work the professor had been hoping for. but jisung notes, selfishly, maybe, that none of them are like his.

first, no one softened a male subject. every man photographed looks like he'd stepped off a poster for magic mike: rough, sharp-edged, exuding a kind of confidence that shouts instead of whispers. masculine, sexy in the expected way.

but none of them look delicate. none of them suggest a man being wanted by another man. none of them look like chenle. and that alone makes jisung already think his pictures are better.

he remembers, faintly embarrassed, how after he'd finished editing every single photo-including the ones from the very end- he'd texted chenle to ask if he wanted to choose which ones to use. he'd half-expected a "just pick whatever you like." but chenle had asked if he could come over instead.

so he had.

sat at jisungs desk, close enough that jisung could feel the warmth of his sleeve brushing his arm. both of them red-faced as they scrolled through the images, professional words leaving their mouths in voices too thin, too nervous.

"the light's really nice here," chenle had murmured, squinting at the screen, his blush deepening when jisung nodded too quickly. "and this one... you captured my figure well." all clinical observations, all technically correct- but none of it covered how it felt. 

how intimate it was, sitting together and cataloguing every angle of chenles body, every expression, every softened curve that jisung had coaxed from him.

in the end, they'd decided some of the final photos, those last, daring poses, were too good to leave out. and now jisung sits in the classroom, his heart hammering unevenly, knowing that in just a few minutes his professor and his entire class will see them.

he leans back in his seat, swallowing hard, watching someone elses project play on the screen, his hands curled tight in his lap. he's proud, terrified, and breathless. because soon, they'll all be looking at chenle the way only jisung has so far.

his chest tightens when the professor finally calls his name. jisung swallows hard, palms damp where they press against his jeans as he plugs in his usb, the folder neatly labeled with his project title glowing back at him. 

"uh, my subject is a male," he begins, his voice a little unsteady, though steady enough, and the professor gives a short nod, gesturing for him to continue. he forces his hand to stay steady as the slideshow begins, but his throat dries up the second the first photo appears on the projector.

chenle.

soft light washing across his shoulders, the curve of his jaw caught in a blush, eyes looking somewhere just out of frame. delicate in a way that makes the room seem too quiet, like everyone's afraid to break it.

there's a murmur from the class, faint whispers spreading through the rows of desks. jisung wants to sink into the floor. "these are..." the professor starts, leaning forward, "unexpected."

slide after slide rolls by- chenle leaned back on the bed, his shirt sliding off his arm, blush dusting his cheeks, the gentle slope of his stomach illuminated like something fragile. 

and then, the bolder ones. the ones from the end. chenle stretched out, skin bare, hand against his chest, eyes lowered, a look that could be mistaken for intimacy if you didn't know better.

jisung can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. no one laughs, no one makes a joke. instead, there's this heavy, stunned silence. "huh," someone whispers, not even unkindly. "damn."

the professor clears their throat. "very strong. your framing choices are... unorthodox for a male subject. the tenderness here is compelling, it pushes against cliché. very well done." jisung nods mutely, his face hot, not daring to glance at anyone around him. he knows what they're all thinking- zhong chenle. 

the boy who talks too much in class, who's too confident down the halls, basketball always in hand, who half of them probably assumed wouldn't bother participating in something like this, is up there, stretched across jisungs lens with a blush like he belongs to it.

he forces himself to stay still, forces his breathing even, even as his stomach knots with the thought that everyone can see. they're looking at chenle like he's theirs to look at, but he's not. he's his. at least for those moments, frozen in light.

after class, jisung can't get out of the building fast enough. he's clutching his bag like it's going to save him, trying not to think about the way his classmates stared, the way his professor lingered on words like tender and unorthodox.

he's halfway down the street when his phone buzzes.

chenle: how'd it go?

jisung stares at the screen for a full minute, thumb hovering. his mind flashes back- chenle on the bed, shirt slipping down his shoulder, garters tight against pale skin, laughter caught in the curve of his mouth. jisung pressing the shutter, again and again, greedy for every angle.

he types back, deletes it. types again. deletes it. finally, he sends: 

jisung: they liked it a lot.

three dots appear, then disappear. then, finally: 

chenle: good. did they say anything?

jisung leans against a lamppost, forcing himself to breathe. 

jisung: the professor said it was strong, that it was different. they didn't expect it.

chenle: didn't expect me, you mean?

jisung freezes. because yeah, exactly. no one expected chenle. not softened like that, not bared like that. not captured in a way that made him look less like an assignment and more like-

he shakes his head hard. writes quickly before he can stop himself: 

jisung: didn't expect anyone like that.

this time, chenle doesn't answer right away. jisung stares at his phone, half hoping, half dreading. then the reply comes: 

chenle: so you ended up showing them the ones at the end?

jisungs stomach flips, shame and want tangled together. 

jisung: yeah, only the ones we decided on. they were too good not to.

there's a pause long enough jisung almost thinks he won't answer. then: 

chenle: okay. i trust you.

jisung stares at that message until the word blurs, his chest aching. trust. like it's that simple. like chenle doesn't even realize jisung is going to lose sleep over this, replaying the sound of the shutter, the sight of his blush, the knowledge that he was the one holding the camera when chenle let himself be seen like that.

so, he sends one last text.

jisung: A+ btw :)

Chapter Text

"jesus, he looks stunning," renjun hums, eyes darting over the pictures of chenle on jisungs laptop. jisung hadn't planned on showing them- hell, he didn't even want to show anyone past what the class had already seen, but they're sprawled out in his apartment, bored and nosy, and of course curiosity got the better of them.

"i never even imagined he could look like this," mark adds, eyebrows raised as he leans back into jisungs desk chair. it makes jisung scoff instantly- mark's on chenles basketball team, sees him every day dripping with sweat, laughing loudly, hair a mess, and the idea that this is the first time he's seeing chenle like this makes jisungs chest tighten.

"i told you he'd be the perfect model," jisung says, trying for casual as he shrugs, but his voice is too clipped, too defensive. jaemin clicks through the folder, pausing on a close-up of chenles face- soft makeup, flushed cheeks, lips parted slightly. "look at how good i did his makeup," jaemin says proudly, and the others snort because yeah, that's definitely the focus.

"you're good at what you do, ji," jeno says after a moment, his tone more genuine than teasing. "i mean, you were set on chenle, and now i see why. you made your vision come to life." jisung forces a shrug, forces his face blank, like it's all no big deal. but it is a big deal. 

his pulse is hammering, and every time his eyes flick toward the screen, he remembers chenles weight sinking into his bed, remembers the stretch of garters across pale thighs, remembers him laughing nervously, asking if it looked okay.

he feels strange sitting here, his laptop glowing with proof of every single moment- like he's sitting in a secret that none of his friends realize the weight of. they just see a project. they don't see jisungs hands shaking as he adjusted chenles shirt, don't hear the stutter in his voice when chenle asked where he should look.

and all jisung can think, sitting here with his friends gawking, is how badly he wants another excuse. another project. another assignment that lets him say, hey chenle, do you mind modeling for me again? another chance to watch him through the lens, to catch that same fragile, burning softness that he swears only he gets to see.

by the time they finally file out of his apartment, jisung feels wrung out. jaemin left humming about makeup palettes, mark teased him half-heartedly about being "obsessed with chenle," and renjun told him he should be careful about falling for his own model. jisung had laughed it off, thrown a pillow at him, but now it's quiet. too quiet.

the laptop is still open on his desk, chenle frozen mid-pose on the screen. jisung should shut it, he knows he should, but instead he finds himself walking over, sitting back down, scrolling through the shots again. 

every frame catches him off guard all over again- chenle biting down on his lip, chenles shirt slipping low over his shoulder, chenle with his eyes closed, face tilted toward the light like he's offering himself to it.

jisung exhales sharply and drops his head into his hands. his chest aches. it's not just attraction, it's something else- something messier. every picture feels like it belongs only to him, like no one else in the world should be looking at them. not his class, not his professor, not even his friends. just him.

he drags himself to bed eventually, but lying there doesn't help. it's worse. the sheets are the same ones chenle laid on, the same mattress chenle arched his back over, the same pillow his cheek pressed into when he turned away, embarrassed. jisung rolls over, pressing his face into the sheets, and swears he can still feel the faint ghost of warmth.

sleep doesn't come easy. every time he closes his eyes, he sees chenle again- through the camera, through the blur of his memory. and he keeps thinking, over and over, god, when do i get to do this again?

and then it comes. he's sitting in class a few weeks later, still turning over chenle in his head, still idly fiddling with the exact camera he captured the shots through, when his professor walks in, setting down his laptop and notes just like he did the day he first announced the boudoir project.

"alright, class," the professor begins, voice even but carrying that subtle weight that always makes everyone sit up just a little straighter. the screen behind him flickers to life, projecting the words photo shoots across the blank wall. jisungs eyebrows lift, heart doing a little skip as his mind clicks over possibilities.

"we're starting to move more into the actual photoshoot part of the semester," the professor continues, adjusting something on his laptop. "you'll be assigned a new project every few weeks. each will focus on a different theme, concept, or technique, and i expect you to push yourselves- think beyond the obvious, beyond simple snapshots."

jisung swallows, palms starting to sweat a little despite the classroom chill. oh, god. this is perfect. this is exactly the excuse he's been waiting for. 

his mind races, already flipping through poses, lighting setups, props, the way chenles shoulder catches the afternoon light, the curve of his collarbone, that faint blush he gets when jisung directs him.

he can almost see it, clear as the projected screen in front of him: chenle in soft shadows, his hair falling across one eye, the lines of his body gentle and delicate. and just like that, jisung knows- if this project is his chance, he won't let it slip. not for anything. not for anyone.

jisung blinks as the professor starts explaining the first assignment in detail, but his mind is already elsewhere, spinning. he scribbles a few notes mechanically, nodding along, but every word coming out of the professors mouth only sharpens his idea. intimacy. vulnerability. quiet moments. soft light. every phrase feels like it's written for chenle.

as the professor talks about composition and mood, jisungs fingers twitch with excitement. he can already see the setups in his head: chenle on the edge of his bed, sunlight spilling across his shoulders, shadows falling just so across his collarbone, a single sheet draped over him. he imagines delicate hands, gentle gazes, that faint blush he loved capturing the first time, and his chest tightens.

the professor finishes explaining the assignment and the class begins to murmur questions. jisung sits back, palms damp against his notebook, heart hammering with both nerves and anticipation. the perfect excuse is right here, waiting for him. chenle is perfect for this- jisung just has to ask.

and he will, he will text chenle. he will get him in front of his camera again. and this time... maybe he can push it even further.

jisung slides his phone out from under his notebook, fingers hovering over the screen. he takes a deep breath, then another, as if inhaling courage. the cursor blinks at him, waiting.

he types, deletes, rewrites. finally, he settles on: hey, chenle. would you maybe want to model for the next project? it's about intimacy in everyday life. nothing too crazy, i promise. he stares at it for a moment, heart hammering.

his thumb presses the screen. the message shoots off, and immediately jisung can't stop the spiral- what if he says no? what if he thinks it's weird? what if i ruined everything? he taps his fingers against the desk, glances up at the professor giving instructions, but he isn't listening. 

all he can see is chenle, the way the sunlight hits his hair, the curve of his shoulders, the faint blush that made jisung want to freeze time the first shoot. then, his phone buzzes. jisung freezes, chest tightening. it's chenle. he opens the message with a trembling thumb.

chenle: okay. when?

jisung swallows, cheeks heating, a little laugh escaping him before he even types: 

jisung: um... whenever you're free. maybe this saturday night? i'll set everything up, make it easy and quick.

chenle: sounds good.

jisung stares at the screen, breath catching. chenle didn't say no. chenle actually said yes. his heart is racing, hands shaking slightly, but he can't stop the grin spreading across his face. 

he pictures chenle standing there, maybe a little nervous, maybe blushing, and jisungs mind is already running through poses, lighting, the soft intimacy he wants to capture again. he types quickly: 

jisung: perfect. i'll text you the details later. thank you, chenle.

chenle: no problem.

jisung leans back in his chair, exhaling like he's been holding his breath for days. the next project isn't just a project anymore. it's chenle, it's him. it's everything jisung's been waiting for.

then, in the blink of an eye, it's saturday night. jisungs apartment is spotless, lights dimmed just enough to look intentional, every corner staged with quiet care. his camera is waiting on the tripod, extra batteries lined up, a blanket thrown over the couch like he hadn't fussed over it for twenty minutes straight. he's pacing when the knock comes.

"hey," chenle says when the door opens, his voice soft but steady, eyes locking with jisungs properly for the first time since their last shoot. jisung swallows hard, nerves kicking up all over again.

"hey, uh, come in," jisung manages, stepping aside. it's almost like déjà vu, but this time it's different. chenle doesn't hover in the doorway like he's unsure of himself- he walks in confidently, sets his bag down, then turns sharply on his heel to face jisung, one eyebrow raised.

"so," chenle starts, tone casual but his gaze sharp, "are we doing makeup for this one? you didn't say anything about it." jisung shakes his head quickly, forcing himself to breathe evenly. 

"uh, no. the idea for this shoot is... more like, quiet intimacy. everyday life stuff. like, what it looks like when no one else is watching. so i figured no makeup would feel more natural." his words come out softer than intended, almost too careful.

chenle studies him for a moment, unreadable, before nodding. "makes sense," he says simply, like it doesn't matter to him either way. but then he drops onto the couch without waiting for instruction, leaning back like it's his own place, like he's already settling into the role jisung imagined for him.

and just like that, jisung feels his chest tighten. no makeup, no pretense- just chenle, raw and unpolished, sitting in his apartment. and jisung realizes this shoot might undo him completely.

"hang on, i've got an outfit for you to wear," jisung blurts, before he can second-guess himself. he disappears into his room, heart pounding too fast as he grabs the things laid out neatly on his bed- his own tee shirt, soft from years of wearing it, and a pair of pajama pants that still smell faintly like his detergent. 

he clutches them tight, muttering under his breath, trying to remind himself that once again... this is just a shoot. just a shoot.

when he returns to the living room, chenle is curled up on the couch, knees pulled to his chest, hoodie sleeves bunched up around his hands. jisung stops for a second, because honestly, he already looks perfect like this- barefaced, casual, the soft folds of fabric hiding everything and nothing all at once. 

but still, there's an ache in jisung, a quiet insistence that he wants chenle in his clothes. he doesn't even know if it's about the project anymore. he clears his throat and hands the bundle over. chenle takes them gently, fingers brushing jisungs just for a moment.

"uh... feel free to change in the bathroom," jisung mutters, eyes darting away as his face warms. "we'll get started as soon as you're ready."

chenle nods, quiet, and slips off the couch with the clothes in hand. jisung watches him pad down the hallway, and when the bathroom door clicks shut, jisung sinks onto the edge of the couch, dragging in a shaky breath.

he's not sure what's worse- that he wants chenle to look good in his clothes, or that he already knows he will.

the bathroom door opens a few minutes later, and jisung nearly forgets how to breathe. chenle steps out slowly, tugging at the hem of the oversized tee, sleeves hanging loose past his wrists, pajama pants tied haphazardly around his slim waist. they're a little too long on him, pooling faintly at his ankles, but instead of looking awkward, he looks... unbearably soft.

"does this work?" chenle asks, voice quiet, almost shy. he's not posing yet, not even trying, but the sight of him like that, hair a little mussed, drowning in jisungs clothes, burns into jisungs chest like a brand.

"yeah," jisung breathes, barely realizing the word slipped out. he coughs quickly, fumbling for his camera. "yeah, uh- perfect. you look... perfect." chenle shifts under the weight of the compliment, cheeks coloring as he glances down at himself. 

he tugs lightly at the hem of the shirt, then looks back up, meeting jisungs gaze for just a second too long. "where do you want me?" chenle asks softly.

jisung swallows, his throat tight. the question isn't supposed to sound like that- it's supposed to be practical, professional. but the way chenle says it, voice dipped with something nervous but willing, twists everything inside him.

"uh, sit on the couch first," jisung manages, stepping back so he can adjust the light. "just, like... natural. how you'd normally sit."

chenle nods and moves toward the couch, tucking himself neatly into the corner and pulling his legs back up to his chest. the oversized shirt slides further off his shoulder as he shifts, the fabric dipping low against his collarbone, and jisung grips his camera harder, knuckles whitening.

through the lens, it doesn't look like a staged photo shoot at all- it looks like intimacy caught mid-breath, something secretive, something jisung shouldn't have access to but can't look away from.

"just, lean back casually, maybe look away for a second," jisung says, his voice rougher than he intends. chenle complies, resting his head against the back of the couch, gaze slipping off to the side. 

the shutter clicks immediately, filling the room with that sharp, familiar sound, and suddenly jisung's right back in it- chenle in his apartment, in his clothes, cheeks faintly pink beneath the soft light.

"try to- uh, act natural. like there isn't a camera on you..." jisung mutters, throat dry. chenle nods, his own breath stuttering just slightly as he shifts, fingers curling against the fabric of jisungs pajama pants like he doesn't quite know what to do with his hands. the camera shutters again. and again.

then jisung swallows and says it, barely above a whisper: "look at me."

and when chenle does, when his eyes lift to jisungs, it's devastating. it's exactly what jisung envisioned: the illusion of stolen moments, the quiet kind of intimacy that looks like a lover caught in the middle of an ordinary night. except this isn't staged. this is chenle, looking at him.

and jisung has to remind himself to breathe.

"okay... maybe, uh, turn a little," jisung says after a moment, his voice quieter now, like he's scared to break whatever spell they've fallen under. "just- curl up sideways into the cushions, like you're getting comfortable."

chenle shifts, stretching his legs out and then folding into the corner of the couch. the hem of the shirt rides up just slightly as he moves, pale skin catching the soft light, and jisung has to force himself to keep his eyes behind the camera lens.

"perfect," jisung mutters, almost to himself, snapping a few shots. "now... pull the blanket over you a little, like you're about to fall asleep." chenle reaches for the throw blanket draped over the armrest, tugging it across his lap. 

the oversized sleeves of jisungs shirt slip down further, exposing more of his shoulder, his wrist, the curve of his throat as he tilts his head back against the couch. jisungs camera clicks fast, desperate.

"good... good, that's..." jisung swallows hard, lowering the camera for just a second. "can you tug at the hem of the shirt, like you're trying to hide behind it?"

chenle hesitates, but then his fingers pinch at the loose fabric, pulling it down over his thighs, gaze darting toward the floor. his cheeks are pinker now, the movement is small and shy, and it makes jisungs chest ache.

"jesus," jisung breathes, lifting his camera again. "you look like..." he stops himself before the rest slips out. like mine. he takes more pictures instead, the camera shutter filling the silence, but every click feels louder in his chest than it does in the room.

"okay, cool, uh-" jisung says, his breath shaky, fumbling over his own words. chenle looks back at him, lip caught between his teeth, waiting, patient in that quiet way that only makes jisung more flustered.

"let's move to the kitchen," jisung finally manages, and chenle nods, pushing himself off the couch with a small stretch.

"it smells good in here," chenle murmurs when they step inside, his voice softer than before, and jisung nods quickly, trying not to look like he's unraveling. "there's food there for props," he explains, gesturing at the counter. 

chenle glances at the neatly arranged ingredients and gives him a raised eyebrow, like he can see straight through the act, like he knows jisung spent way too long setting this all up.

still, he goes along with it. chenle moves toward the stove, hovering over the pans as if he's actually cooking, and jisung adjusts the light, his hands trembling slightly on the tripod. through the lens, it's exactly what he wanted- domestic, warm, like catching someone in a moment you weren't supposed to.

"look over your shoulder at me," jisung says, and the words come out gentler than he means them to. chenle turns his head, eyes finding him over his shoulder, and it's already enough, but-

"smile... just a little," jisung adds. and chenle does. the curve of his mouth is small, delicate, almost shy, and jisung feels his chest seize like he's just been punched. "yeah, that's pretty," jisung whispers without thinking.

and just like that- chenles cheeks turn pink, the compliment sinking in too fast to hide, his smile faltering into something even softer. jisung snaps the picture before the moment can slip away, heart pounding so hard he's not sure if the shutter sound covers it.

jisung lowers his camera for a second, trying to steady himself, but chenle doesn't stay still for long. instead, he reaches over to the counter, fingers brushing over the props until he picks up an apple, turning it in his hand like he's actually debating if he wants it.

"uh- you can... take a bite," jisung mutters, voice rough, and chenle glances up at him, eyebrows twitching like he's amused but too polite to say anything.

still, he lifts the apple to his mouth, teeth sinking in with a soft crunch. juice glistens at the corner of his lips, and jisung nearly forgets to breathe. through the lens, it doesn't look staged at all.

"lean back against the counter," jisung says quickly, like he can cover up the way his throat is closing up. chenle obeys, one hand still holding the apple, the other resting on the counters edge as he tilts his head, waiting for what comes next.

jisung snaps a few pictures, the shutter echoing in the kitchen. "okay... take another bite," he whispers, and chenle does, lips parting around the fruit, eyes flicking toward jisungs lens, cheeks still faintly pink from before.

it's so simple, but jisung swears it's killing him. chenle in his shirt, his pajama pants, eating an apple like it's the most ordinary thing in the world- and yet jisung knows he'll never be able to look at this kitchen again without remembering exactly how chenle looks right now.

"alright, uh... hop up on the counter," jisung says before he can think twice, camera tight in his hands. chenle blinks at him, but then, without much hesitation, sets the apple aside and lifts himself onto the countertop. 

he swings his legs a little, socked feet knocking gently against the cupboards, and jisungs breath hitches at how natural it looks.

"yeah, just... sit like that," jisung mutters, moving the light so it casts soft shadows along chenles jaw, highlighting his flushed cheeks. through the lens, it's effortless- chenle perched there like he belongs in this kitchen, like he's been here a thousand times before.

"rest your hands beside you, lean back a little," jisung instructs, voice quieter now, and chenle follows, palms flat against the counter, shoulders pulling back. jisung swallows hard- his shirt hangs loose on him, collar dipping low, pale skin catching the light in a way that makes jisungs chest tighten.

"look at me," jisung whispers, and chenle tilts his head, eyes catching the camera. it's soft, tender, not posed at all- it feels too close to real. jisung snaps shot after shot, desperate to capture it before it slips away.

"can you, uh... pull one knee up?" jisung asks, and chenle obeys, bending a leg to rest his foot on the counter, his arm draped casually over it. the shift makes the hem of the pajama pants ride up, exposing more of his leg, and jesus- jisung nearly forgets he's supposed to be working.

through the lens, it doesn't look like a model shoot. it looks like chenle lives here, like jisung has just walked in on him waiting late at night, casual and stunning, his gaze tugging at something deep in jisungs chest.

"put your hand out, like you don't want me taking a photo," jisung asks, voice a little unsure. chenle huffs out a laugh at that, low and amused, but he still lifts his hand, palm angled toward the camera as if to shield himself. his fingers splay lazily, the gesture half-hearted, more teasing than serious.

jisung shifts a step to the side, lowering his stance just enough so the hand doesn't block his face entirely. through the viewfinder, the effect is perfect- chenles palm blurred in the foreground, his face clear behind it, turned slightly away.

even though he's pretending to block the camera, a smile pulls stubbornly at his mouth, soft and unguarded, the kind of smile that slips out when you're not trying to pose. jisungs chest tightens.

he clicks the shutter, once, twice, three times, chasing the way chenles lips keep twitching like he's fighting not to laugh. "that's-" jisung swallows, lowering the camera just for a second. "that's perfect."

chenle drops his hand then, chuckling for real, eyes crinkling as he shakes his head. "you're way too into this," he teases gently, but the warmth in his gaze says he doesn't really mind at all.

jisung tsks at him, the sound sharp but feather-light, and chenle laughs again, the sound filling the kitchen like sunlight. jisung wants to lift the camera, to capture the exact shape of his grin, but he doesn't. not this time. he doesn't want to interrupt, doesn't want to risk freezing something that feels so alive.

"okay," jisung says instead, turning his head away quickly before the pressure in his chest makes him combust. he clears his throat. "let's move to the bedroom." chenle nods without hesitation, hopping down from the counter with an ease that makes jisungs breath stutter, and he follows him down the short hallway.

"wow," chenle says as soon as he slips inside, voice tinged with a teasing awe. "it actually looks like a real bedroom now." he doesn't even pause before falling back onto the mattress, arms spread wide like he belongs there.

and he does.

last time, jisung had stripped the room bare for the sake of focus- sheets and curtains only, every personal thing shoved into the closet or tucked out of sight. but now... the duvet's still ruffled from last night, the lamp is tilted slightly, and there are books and a half-empty glass of water on the bedside table. the room looks lived in, warm, like it belongs to someone.

and with chenle on the bed, sinking into his pillows like it's second nature, it looks more than real. it looks intimate. jisungs eyes flick over chenle as he sprawls across the bed, limbs relaxed, hair falling into his face just enough to make him look... untouchably soft. 

the way he leans into the pillows, the slight curve of his neck, the bend of his knees- it all makes jisungs chest tighten. this isn't a staged shoot anymore, not really. chenle is here, in his space, making it look effortless, like he's always belonged.

he notices the subtle things- the way chenles hand brushes against the duvet as he shifts, the little inhale when jisung steps closer, how his gaze flits away when their eyes meet, pink dusting his cheeks. 

jisungs hand itches for the camera, but for the first time, he wonders if maybe some moments shouldn't be captured. maybe some moments are meant to be felt, not frozen in a photo.

chenle shifts again, curling slightly, and jisung swallows, feeling the heat in his throat. the thought that chenle is laying here, in his apartment, wearing what jisung chose, trusting him... it's overwhelming. it's private, it's intimate, and every instinct tells jisung to keep it all between them.

"you look..." jisung mutters, catching himself before the words tumble fully out. chenle glances up, cheeks pink, lips parted slightly. the faintest smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "what?" chenle whispers, shy and uncertain, almost embarrassed, and jisung feels it- the fragile, tentative way chenle lets himself be seen.

"nothing," jisung says quickly, but the way he lingers, looking, studying, appreciating every line and curve of chenle in his apartment, says everything. the camera stays at his side. this moment, chenle here, in his room, is something jisung wants to remember without a lens between them. 

jisung finally lets his camera lift, but only for a few quiet shots. chenles cheeks flare pink immediately, the smallest tremble in his shoulders as jisung directs him gently. "just... stay like that. yeah, that's good," jisung murmurs, careful to keep his voice soft, almost like he's trying not to break the fragile bubble of comfort between them.

chenles hands hover nervously over the duvet, curling slightly, and jisung watches every flicker of hesitation. "you don't have to move much... just- relax," he says, taking slow breaths, hoping chenle can follow. 

chenle shifts just a little, knees bent, arms softly folded near his chest, head tilted in a way that makes the light catch the line of his collarbone. jisungs fingers twitch over the camera, caught between wanting to capture it all and wanting to let chenle simply be.

the shy curve of chenles lips, the faint dusting of pink across his cheeks, the delicate fall of his hair- everything about him is fragile, intimate, personal. 

jisung clicks the shutter a few times, each one a whisper, each one barely there, careful not to overwhelm chenle. chenle glances up, meets jisungs eyes, and looks away quickly, biting his lip softly.

"you're... really pretty," jisung mutters, barely above a breath, immediately wishing he hadn't said it out loud even though he's said it before. chenle freezes for a second, then nods slightly, unable to meet his gaze. 

jisung swallows, heart hammering, and raises the camera again, but now his shots are slower, deliberate, trying to honor chenle's shy vulnerability rather than just his beauty.

each click of the shutter feels like a secret between them, something intimate they'll carry away from this room. and even when chenle fidgets slightly, adjusting his posture or brushing his hair from his eyes, jisung doesn't rush him. 

he just observes, capturing not a pose, but the quiet, tentative trust chenle allows him to see- and it's more breathtaking than anything he's photographed before.

"chenle, uh, move to sit in the middle of the bed," jisung tells him, voice a little tight. chenle clears his throat, cheeks faintly pink, and nods, shifting carefully up the middle. "fold your legs and look at me," jisung instructs next, and chenle does, hesitating for a moment before glancing up at jisungs lens.

jisung hums, lifting his camera and clicking a few shots, and then, on a whim, he says, "smile!" chenle immediately bursts into laughter, a soft, breathy sound that makes jisungs chest tighten. he keeps shooting, letting chenle move naturally, laugh freely, cheeks pink and eyes bright. 

jisung mutters quietly, "why're you laughing?" as he snaps more photos, watching chenle tilt his head, grin teasingly, almost like he's having fun at jisungs expense. "i know you're a photographer, but like- smile? the way you said that-" chenle giggles, shaking his head, and jisung can't help but laugh along, the sound echoing softly in the room.

"i feel like i'm at high school picture day," chenle teases, rolling his shoulders, and jisung chuckles, lowering his camera for a moment. "yeah... it came out a bit weird," jisung admits, smiling down at his camera as he flips through the images, but he can't help thinking each one is perfect.

chenle snorts, shifting to lay on his stomach casually, arms tucked under his chin, and jisung glances up at him for a beat, heart thudding, before returning to the camera. 

even in this relaxed pose, chenle looks impossibly soft, the way the light catches his cheekbones, the curve of his back, and jisung has to remind himself again to keep breathing.

"i'm pretty much done," jisung says, letting his camera drop again, looking up just in time to catch chenle frowning faintly. "i told you it would be quick," he adds softly, and chenle nods, tilting his head slightly, like he's still thinking.

"really?" chenle asks quietly, and jisung swears there's a note of disappointment in his voice, though he might just be imagining it.

"yeah... i only really need like five pictures with a human subject for this project, and i've got heaps already- so..." jisung says gently, shrugging, trying to keep his tone casual, though his chest tightens as chenle nods again, silent for a moment, like he's weighing something.

"what're you doing for the rest of the night?" chenle asks, and jisung hesitates, shrugging again, tongue darting over his lips like he's unsure why chenle's asking. "uh- i don't have any plans..." he admits, heart picking up pace.

chenle nods, slow and deliberate, before asking, "can i hang out for a bit? look at the pictures?" the words are soft, almost shy, and jisung swallows, heat rising to his cheeks. "yeah," he says, voice low, almost breathless, "of course."

for a second, they just look at each other, and the room feels quieter, smaller, as if all that exists is chenle, sitting there, cheeks faintly pink, and jisung, wishing the night could stretch on forever.

chenle shifts slightly on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched just a little, like he's trying to make himself smaller. jisung can't help but notice the subtle tension in him, the way his hands fidget in his lap. "uh, do you want something to drink or...?" jisung offers, his voice softer than usual.

chenle shakes his head, murmuring, "no, it's fine, just... sit with me?" and jisung swallows, heart hammering, before he slides over beside him on the bed. the air between them feels thick, like they've crossed some invisible line- just being this close, chenles warmth radiating faintly into jisungs arm.

they don't speak at first. jisung glances down at chenle, noting the way his lips part slightly, the faint flush on his cheeks, the little tremble of his fingers resting on the blanket. he wants to reach out, brush the hair from chenles forehead, maybe just touch him to reassure himself that chenle is really here, really beside him. but he hesitates.

chenle, meanwhile, bites his lip and glances at jisung through long lashes, eyes hesitant. "uh, thanks for... today," he whispers, voice soft, almost like he's afraid it might shatter if he says it too loud.

"you don't have to thank me," jisung murmurs, almost too close, and chenles gaze dips, cheeks pinking deeper. the way he avoids jisungs eyes makes jisungs chest ache with something he can't name- wanting to coax him to look, to smile, to let himself be seen.

for a long moment, they just sit like that, side by side, hands brushing occasionally, breaths mingling in the quiet room. no words, just the unspoken tension of two people who have crossed a line into something intimate, fragile, and utterly theirs.

chenle leaves a little after that, muttering something about needing to get home, practice in the morning, and all, and jisung only nods, pretending it doesn't sting a little to hear him go. he watches the way chenle pauses at the door, fingers twitching like he might turn back, like he might say something else, before he finally just runs a hand through his hair and disappears down the hall.

jisung stands there for a second too long, staring at the empty doorway. when he turns back, the clothes chenle had worn earlier are still folded messily on the edge of his bed. jisungs throat tightens.

he picks up his camera almost without thinking, snapping a picture of the clothes left on his sheets. not because he'll use it for anything, but because he can't stand the thought of this moment slipping away. he needs it tucked somewhere safe, hidden in the depths of his memory card, like evidence that tonight really happened.

when he finally sits down at his desk, he connects his camera, opening up his editing app, and it's over for him. every photo drags him under again- chenles laugh on the bed, the curve of his shoulder in jisungs shirt, the softness in his eyes when he looked straight into the lens. jisung doesn't notice how long he spends staring, editing, zooming in like he's trying to memorize every detail.

he only snaps out of it when his phone buzzes.

chenle: i have a game tomorrow night at 6pm... do you want to come?

jisung freezes, staring at the screen. his pulse jumps. chenle wants him there? not as a photographer, not as part of a project, but just... there. it's such a small thing, but it makes jisung feel like maybe he hadn't imagined the closeness between them earlier.

his fingers move before his brain catches up, before the nerves can convince him to overthink it.

jisung: of course.

and then he sets his phone down on the desk, staring blankly at the glow of his screen saver. his heart won't slow down.

the next evening, jisung finds himself slipping into the gym earlier than he thought he would. the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor echoes through the space, the low hum of chatter and the sharp whistle of coaches filling the air. he tells himself he's just here as a friend, nothing else, but his camera hangs heavy around his neck anyway, betraying him.

when chenle spots him from across the court, already in warmups, his face lights up in a way that makes jisungs stomach flip. he jogs over quickly, tugging at his jersey. "you actually came," chenle says, a little breathless even though the game hasn't started yet.

"of course," jisung answers simply, and then, like it's the most natural thing in the world, he lifts his camera and takes a quick shot of chenle mid-grin. chenle blinks at the click, then laughs, shaking his head. "you're unbelievable."

"what? it's a good look," jisung defends, though his voice is quieter than he means it to be. before chenle can reply, he's called back to warmups, and jisung retreats to the bleachers. 

he finds a spot a little off to the side, not with the loudest section of the crowd, but where he can see everything clearly. his camera is in his hands before he even sits down fully.

through the lens, chenle transforms. it's different from the way jisung captured him on his bed, soft and laughing. here, he's sharp and fast, his expression focused, movements clean and powerful. 

jisung takes shot after shot- chenle mid-jump, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, the way his eyes narrow with concentration before he makes a perfect pass.

and yet, jisung also catches the small moments: chenle glancing his way after a play, as if checking if jisung saw it; the twitch of a grin when he hears his teammates cheer; the flush in his cheeks when his gaze lingers a second too long in jisungs direction.

by halftime, jisung has more photos than he knows what to do with. but he keeps going, his heart pounding with every click, like maybe the camera is the only way he knows how to hold onto chenle without touching him.

chenle runs up to him, cheeks flushed and chest still heaving with effort, sweat dripping down his temple. "you enjoying yourself?" he asks, grinning, and jisung can only nod, lifting his camera to flip through a few shots.

chenle leans in, close enough that jisung can smell the salt of his skin, tilting his head as he looks at the pictures. "jesus, you always capture me so well."

jisung swallows hard, his face heating. it hits him then, not just that chenle is stunning, though he is, but that the reason his photos always turn out this way is because of him. because jisung sees chenle differently than anyone else, and somehow that feeling bleeds through the lens.

before he can stop himself, the words tumble out. "hey, chenle." chenle glances up, that gentle look still soft on his face. "hm?"

"do you want to do another photoshoot?" jisung blurts, throat tight. chenle blinks, then nods without hesitation. "do you have another project?" jisungs chest freezes. "uh- no," he admits quietly, clearing his throat.

chenle frowns slightly, brows drawing in. he glances back at the court quickly, checking if the coach is calling him, then looks back, waiting. "what kind of photoshoot, then?" jisung exhales slowly, words barely audible. "nude...?"

the single syllable hangs heavy between them. chenles eyes widen just slightly, his already red face deepening into something that has nothing to do with the game. "oh," he breathes, swallowing. silence presses in around them, thick, not quite awkward, but charged in a way that makes jisungs pulse hammer.

finally, chenle clears his throat. "i'll think about it." and before jisung can even process, he's turning, jogging back onto the court, leaving jisung standing there with his heart threatening to claw out of his chest.

déjà vu floods him- the exact words chenle had said before, but this time jisung doesn't take them the way he should. maybe he's a fool, but he clings to it as a yes.

the game ends in a flurry of cheers, sneakers squeaking, and teammates rushing across the court. jisung keeps his camera lifted until the last second, shutter clicking, capturing chenle lit up in victory- sweaty, flushed, dazzling in a way that makes jisungs throat dry.

when it's all over, chenles eyes find him instantly. jisung lowers the camera, dazed, as chenle jogs over, hair damp, jersey clinging to his chest. he's grinning, exhausted and alive all at once.

"you saw that, right?" chenle laughs breathlessly, tugging his jersey off his shoulder. "you'd better have gotten that shot."

jisung swallows and flips the camera screen around, showing him a blur of photos- every smile, every leap, every victory sealed in light. chenle whistles low. "jesus. you really don't miss, do you?"

jisung forces a laugh, but the weight of earlier presses against his chest. "about... what i asked you before," he says carefully, eyes darting away, suddenly feeling foolish. chenle blinks, catching his tone. then, to jisungs shock, he smiles- small, shy, almost like he's nervous too. "yeah," he says softly. "i'll do it."

jisungs heart stutters. "you- what?"

"the shoot. nude." chenle shrugs like it's no big deal, though the pink across his cheeks betrays him. "i trust you." jisungs camera nearly slips from his hands. 

his face burns, his whole body humming, but chenle just laughs at his stunned expression, bumping his shoulder lightly against his. "don't look so surprised," chenle teases, voice low. "you asked, didn't you?"

jisung can only nod, words lodged in his throat, because chenle said yes. really yes. and as the noise of the crowd swells around them, all jisung can think is that nothing, not the cheering, not the chaos, matters except the promise of what comes next.

and then, jisung is back in his apartment, pen on paper, scribbling messily as he plans this out. this isn't a project for university, it isn't snapping photos of chenle mid-basketball game that he'll send later if chenle wants to post them- this is something entirely different.

this is going to be chenle, bare, vulnerable, standing in front of jisungs camera with nothing between them. for no other reason than jisung asked. there's no deadline, no grade, no audience. no one besides the two of them will ever see these pictures. they're not going anywhere, not going to hang in a gallery or pad his portfolio.

it's almost... pointless. the kind of pointless that makes jisungs chest tighten.

an excuse, even. an excuse to have chenle in his space again, to watch him move, to tell him how to sit and stand and tilt his chin, to capture him in ways that feel far too intimate for someone who's supposedly "just practicing."

but jisung forces himself to write it down differently. he tells himself it's only because he likes this type of photography. because he thrives in these shoots that press close against intimacy, that blur the line between what's posed and what's real. because he got an a+ on his boudoir shoot, and of course he just wants more practice. that's what he repeats in his head.

not because he's obsessed with chenle. not because he's been replaying the memory of chenle in his t-shirt, on his sheets, laughing at him through the lens. not because he wants to strip him further, take him apart piece by piece until all that's left is soft skin and that blush that climbs his cheeks too easily. not because he wants to capture every curve, every shift of breath, until he's memorized.

not because he wants him, not because he can't stop. and definitely not because he thinks he's in love with chenle- no. not at all.

so, he starts to set up. he hires the lights again, cheeks burning as he signs the rent sheet, like the stranger behind the counter somehow knows what he's planning to use them for. and maybe selfishly, he decides not to strip his room bare this time. 

he clears away unnecessary clutter, sure, but he leaves the important things: the sheets he sleeps in every night, the pillows that carry the shape of his head, the blanket folded at the end of the bed. it looks lived in. it looks real.

the lights are soft, just like they were for the boudoir shoot- angled so they mimic a morning sun spilling through blinds, or the glow of a lamp left on during a lazy evening. he adjusts them until the room doesn't look like a studio at all, but rather like chenle's just been caught existing. not posing for some magazine spread, but lounging in his own bedroom, mid-moment.

there are no outfits to fuss over this time, no props, no makeup. just chenle. and the thought alone makes jisungs palms sweat. it makes him press the shutter button over and over just to test it, anything to distract himself.

so when saturday morning comes, it's no more than a quick exchange of texts.
hey, still good for today?
yup, on my way now.

and then jisung is pacing his apartment like he's waiting for a storm to hit. his heart pounds every time he checks the door, every time he hears a noise from the hallway. he smooths down the sheets, fluffs the pillows again, adjusts the light one more time even though it doesn't need adjusting. he tells himself to calm down, tells himself this is professional, tells himself he's fine.

but the truth is, he's completely and utterly freaked out.

and then there's a knock. sharp, quick, like chenle didn't even hesitate on the other side before raising his hand. jisung nearly drops his camera in his rush to the door, pausing only to take one last breath that does absolutely nothing to steady him.

when he pulls the door open, chenle is there. hair a little messy from the morning wind, hoodie half-zipped like he dressed in a hurry, eyes bright in that way that always knocks the breath out of jisung.

"hey," chenle says, casual as anything, like he isn't about to step inside and take off every layer until there's nothing left between him and jisungs lens.

"hey," jisung echoes, voice thinner, and he steps aside. chenle walks in without pause, scanning the apartment with that curious tilt of his head. his gaze lingers on the bedroom where the soft light glows faintly through the door, and jisung swears he sees the hint of a smile tug at chenles mouth.

"so, uh- i'm just thinking that we could start slow, if you want- you don't have to get naked, like, right away if you don't want, but-" jisung starts to ramble, words spilling before he can stop himself. but when he glances up, chenle's already smiling at him, calm in a way that knocks the ground out from under him.

"you don't have to convince me, jisung. i said i'll do it," chenle says quietly, steady, like he's not the least bit fazed. jisung clears his throat, nodding too quickly, too stupidly. "right," he breathes out, clutching his camera like a lifeline. "should we just... get started, then?"

chenle nods, lip caught gently between his teeth, before he pushes himself up and moves down the hall toward jisungs bedroom. jisung follows, heartbeat uneven in his chest. "oh," chenle says softly as he steps inside, gaze flicking over the room. 

the lived-in sheets, the lamp glowing low, the small clutter on the nightstand that makes it obvious this is jisungs real space. "i don't know why i thought it would be the same set up as the boudoir shoot." he laughs a little, and it's light, teasing.

jisung flushes immediately, suddenly self-conscious of every corner of his room. "oh, sorry. i just- i wanted it to look, like... lived in, i guess?"

chenle nods, eyes still wandering. then he moves to sit at the edge of the bed, shoulders drawing in just slightly, like even he feels the weight of what's about to happen. jisung swallows thickly, camera strap twisting between his fingers.

"what do you want me to do?" chenle asks gently, voice softer than before. and jisung lets out a shaky breath, because this is real. this is happening. "lay down," jisung manages.

and chenle does- falling back against jisungs sheets with a soft huff, the mattress dipping under his weight. his eyes track jisung as he circles the bed, like he's waiting for instruction, like he trusts him.

"pull your hoodie up a bit," jisung says, voice catching at the edges. chenle nods, gaze flicking away as he drags the hem of his hoodie up, exposing the pale strip of his lower stomach.

jisungs mouth goes dry. "uh- put your other hand up above your head," he whispers. chenle complies without pause, arm stretching back into the pillow. "close your eyes."

and jesus, when chenle obeys, lashes falling soft against his skin, lips parted just slightly, jisung feels his whole body lock up. he lifts his camera with shaking hands, and the sound of the shutter is impossibly loud in the quiet room. chenle shifts the smallest bit, hoodie riding higher, and jisung has to remind himself over and over- this is a shoot.

a shoot, and nothing else.

"just stay like that for a second," jisung murmurs, his voice thinner than he means it to be. chenle shifts faintly, like he's testing how far jisung will let him move, and the lens follows every twitch of his body. jisung presses the shutter again, and again, trying to hide the way his hands shake.

"should i... take this off?" chenle asks suddenly, fingers brushing the hem of his hoodie. jisung swallows, nearly choking on air, but he nods- too fast, too eager. "only if you're comfortable," he manages to say, though his voice cracks at the end.

chenle hums softly, like the answer was already yes, and then he peels the hoodie up and over his head in one slow motion. his hair falls messy as the fabric drops to the floor, and for a second jisung forgets how to breathe.

jesus.

the pale line of his chest, the sharp slope of his collarbones, the smoothness of his stomach- every detail is unfairly perfect. jisung lifts his camera like it'll shield him, but it doesn't, it only frames chenle in a way that makes him look even more devastating.

"lay back again," jisung whispers, and chenle does, folding into the sheets like he belongs in them. jisung snaps a few shots, but it doesn't feel like enough. nothing feels like enough.

"maybe, um- can you... take off the sweats too?" jisung says, his throat tight around the words. chenles face heats immediately, a blush spilling over his cheeks, but he nods, slipping his thumbs beneath the waistband.

jisung looks away for a moment, not because he doesn't want to see, but because he's scared of how much he wants to. when he looks back, chenles bare legs are stretched over jisungs sheets, his sweats tossed aside like they never mattered.

it's too much, it's not enough. jisung clicks his shutter again and again, desperate to capture the curve of chenles thigh, the tension in his abdomen, the way his arm rests lazily over his head like he's already surrendered himself to the lens.

"you're... you're perfect," jisung breathes without meaning to. chenle laughs softly, embarrassed, his hand tugging lightly at the edge of the duvet like he doesn't know what to do with himself. "stop saying that," he mutters, voice quiet.

"i can't," jisung admits. the camera shutters again, filling the silence.

jisung swallows, holding the camera loosely, as he tries to steady himself. "okay... uh, can you slide the boxers off, slowly?" he whispers, voice trembling. chenle freezes for a moment, eyes wide, cheeks flaming, before he nods almost imperceptibly.

he hooks a finger into the waistband, pulling them down just a little, then pauses again, glancing at jisung. "you sure?" he asks quietly, and jisungs heart nearly stops. "yeah," he says, voice barely above a breath, "only if you're comfortable. i- i just want to take pictures."

chenle exhales softly, the sound almost like a shiver, and pulls the rest of the boxers down, letting them drop to the floor. he sits there on the sheets, legs folded slightly, hands resting lightly on his thighs, staring down at the duvet. jisung lifts his camera, hands shaking, and presses the shutter again.

every line of chenles body catches the soft light jisung set up- his chest, the curve of his hips, the subtle shadows over his ribs. jisung can't stop himself from adjusting angles, moving closer, trying to frame him perfectly without ever touching.

"lay back down," jisung murmurs, and chenle obeys, stretching slowly, curling slightly into the sheets. "rest your hands above your head," jisung adds, voice low, trembling. chenle follows, letting his arms fall gently, a faint shiver running down his side.

jisungs eyes flick between the camera screen and chenles face, the way his cheeks blush at the slightest instruction, the tiny bite of his lip, the soft, shy glance up at jisung. "you're... unbelievable," jisung whispers, though the words are only for him.

chenle flushes deeper, and jisung swallows, pressing the shutter again and again, desperate to capture the intimacy, the vulnerability, the quiet trust chenle is giving him. every picture is like a heartbeat, a moment frozen between them that nobody else will ever see.

"look at me," jisung says finally, voice low, and chenle hesitates- then tilts his head slowly, eyes meeting jisungs through the lens. the blush in his cheeks deepens, but there's a softness, a gentleness that makes jisungs chest ache.

"perfect," jisung breathes, capturing the moment, feeling like he's seeing chenle for the first time. not just the body, but all of him- shy, trusting, beautiful, utterly his.

jisung swallows, stepping a little closer, camera in hand but lowered, as he whispers, "okay... uh, can you shift to your side?" chenle hesitates, biting his lip, then slowly rolls onto his side, knees bent slightly, one arm resting above his head.

jisung tilts the camera, capturing the soft line of chenles ribs, the gentle curve of his hip, the way his shoulder slopes naturally into the bed. "yeah... that's perfect," jisung breathes, voice low, almost a whisper only for chenle.

"you okay?" jisung asks, glancing up, worried. chenle nods faintly, eyes downcast, cheeks still pink. "yeah... just- a little nervous," he admits softly, and jisungs chest tightens at the vulnerability. "you're doing amazing," jisung says quickly, trying to reassure him, pressing the shutter again.

"can you, uh, roll onto your back again, slowly?" jisung murmurs, and chenle complies, hesitating each movement, as if every shift exposes a piece of himself he's never let anyone see. jisung doesn't rush him, lets him settle, watching the way his body curves against the sheets.

"okay... put one arm above your head again, just gently," jisung says, eyes flicking between the lens and chenles soft blush. chenle obeys, letting his hand rest lightly on the pillow, eyes fluttering toward jisung before dropping back down. "that's... perfect," jisung whispers, pressing the shutter, heart racing with every click.

"now, maybe, slide your legs out a bit, make it look... natural," jisung says, voice shaky, and chenle does, adjusting slowly, shifting slightly on the bed to make the pose feel easy. jisung captures every subtle shadow, every gentle line of his body, his breathing caught in the soft light.

"look at me... just for a second," jisung says, and chenle hesitates, eyes wide and shy, before giving a small, careful glance up at jisung. the blush in his cheeks deepens, lips parting slightly, and jisungs hands tighten on the camera. "shit... chenle, you're... so pretty," he whispers, pressing the shutter, feeling every heartbeat in the room.

chenle bites his lip, quiet, shy, completely vulnerable, and jisung can't stop himself- he moves slowly around the bed, adjusting angles, capturing the intimacy, the shyness, the trust. every picture is a moment, every click a whisper, a secret kept between the two of them, in the soft, warm light of jisungs apartment.

"move to sit on your knees," jisung tells him, and he watches chenles chest rise and fall briefly before he complies, shifting carefully. he perches there awkwardly, hands resting lightly on his thighs, eyes flicking up to jisung with that soft, nervous look.

"sit up a bit, so you're just on your knees," jisung says, and chenle nods, pushing himself up. the curve of his back, the gentle slope of his shoulders- it all hits jisung with a sudden, sharp awareness.

"uh, can you put your left hand on your right shoulder, like this," jisung murmurs, demonstrating slowly. chenle follows, hesitating just a second as he moves, and jisung swallows, heart hammering. "yeah, and then your other hand just across your stomach," he continues, voice low, watching chenle do exactly as told, his eyes shy, glancing toward jisung then back down.

jisungs breath hitches. he doesn't say anything for a moment, just stares through the lens, captivated. chenles cheeks heat immediately. "stop staring at me," he mutters, voice small and embarrassed.

"sorry-" jisung rushes, clearing his throat. "look up at the roof," he says instead, and chenle obeys, the tiniest shiver passing through him. shit. the curve of his neck, the soft line of his jaw, the subtle arch of his back, it's everything jisung didn't know he could capture.

the click of the shutter filling the quiet room alongside his shaky breaths. chenle shifts just a fraction, nervous energy tinged with trust, and jisungs heart twists. "fuck," he whispers under his breath, snapping a few more shots, each one a perfect, fleeting moment he can't tear his eyes from.

jisung lowers the camera for a moment, letting his eyes drink chenle in. "okay... uh, lean forward just a little," he murmurs, and chenle shifts, hands brushing against the sheets, eyes darting nervously toward jisung before settling back down.

"yeah, that's good," jisung says, voice low, almost reverent. "relax your shoulders a bit- let your head tilt slightly." chenle obeys, a soft breath escaping him as he does, cheeks dusted pink. jisung lifts the camera again, shaking slightly, capturing the gentle arch of chenles back, the way his collarbone catches the light, the subtle curl of his hair falling across his forehead.

"you're... uh, doing really well," jisung murmurs, almost to himself, and chenle glances up, shyly biting his lip. a few more quiet instructions, tilt your head here, shift a little there, and chenle moves carefully, still shy, still uncertain, but trusting jisung enough to follow.

 every small adjustment is a silent conversation between them, tension humming in the room, unspoken yet tangible.

jisung can barely keep his hands steady as he lifts the camera, capturing the soft blush on chenles cheeks, the way his body curves just so, delicate but alive. the quiet intimacy fills the room, each click of the shutter a small confession: him noticing, him seeing, him wanting.

"you can... um, look at me this time," jisung finally says, voice barely above a whisper. chenle meets his gaze, eyes wide and uncertain, and jisung swears he could freeze in this moment forever. but he clicks the shutter, gently, carefully, and chenle shifts ever so slightly, cheeks burning, lips parted.

jisung exhales, lowering the camera, heart pounding. this is exactly what he wanted- but even more than that, it's chenle: shy, trusting, impossibly beautiful, and entirely his to capture."bend over," he says next, voice barely more than a whisper, but something in the tone makes it sound like a command.

chenles cheeks heat instantly, but he bends anyway, moving slowly, carefully. jisung swallows hard. "shift so you're laying down on your chest, but keep... uh, stay on your knees like that," he murmurs, and chenle nods, sliding down just enough so his chest brushes the sheets, ass still raised slightly.

and fuck. it's just a shoot, just a shoot. jisung keeps telling himself that, but his head reels, breath catching, heart hammering. the way chenle bites his lip softly does not help in the slightest.

"put your arms out in front of you," jisung says, watching his hands shift delicately across the bed. chenle obeys, shoulders tensing then relaxing as he settles into the pose.

"wait-" jisungs voice falters, and before he can think, he reaches out, adjusting chenles leg slightly, nudging it in just the right position. chenle gasps softly, and jisungs stomach knots. "shit- sorry," he mutters immediately, stepping back. "i didn't mean to- i-"

"it's- it's fine," chenle says, voice small, a little shaky, and jisung exhales shakily, tension bleeding out of his shoulders. he lifts his camera again, hands trembling, and whispers, "okay... perfect."

"look at the camera," jisung says gently. chenle hesitates, and instead, his eyes flick up to jisungs, wide and shy. but there's something else there too, a spark, a hesitation, a quiet curiosity, and jisung swallows hard.

"chenle... the lens," he murmurs, voice shaking. chenle blinks, a soft breath escaping him, then lowers his gaze, meeting the camera as jisung clicks the shutter. every flash captures the warmth in chenles cheeks, the curve of his back, the soft vulnerability that makes jisungs chest tighten.

the room is quiet except for the faint clicks of the camera and chenles soft breaths, and jisung feels every second of it, every small movement, every little blush. this is shy. this is intimate. this is chenle, completely, undeniably chenle, right in front of him.

jisung lowers the camera for a moment, breathing out shakily. "okay, uh, can you roll onto your side? just... gently." chenle nods, cheeks flushed, moving slowly, shifting onto his left side. his knees curl slightly, one arm draped in front of him, the other tucked under his head. jisungs stomach knots at the sight- soft lines, hesitant movements, so unaware of how beautiful he looks.

"yeah... that's good," jisung murmurs, barely loud enough for chenle to hear. chenle glances up at him, eyes darting to the camera lens, then back to jisung, a tiny, nervous smile tugging at his lips. jisungs hands shake as he lifts the camera again, trying to focus only on the composition, but every soft curve of chenles shoulder, every delicate line of his neck pulls his attention.

"uh... can you let your hand rest on your thigh, just naturally?" jisung asks, voice tight. chenle does, slowly, fingers brushing his own skin almost shyly, and jisung swallows hard, snapping a few pictures. the way chenle moves, so careful and gentle, makes everything feel... intimate.

"look at me," jisung whispers, heart thudding, and chenle obeys, eyes soft, cheeks pink. jisung clicks again, capturing that gaze- the shyness, the trust, the vulnerability all mingled in one quiet expression. he can't believe chenle agreed to this, can't believe how breathtaking it feels to see him like this, so exposed yet so cautious.

"okay... uh, can you scoot closer to the edge of the bed?" jisung says, voice barely audible. chenle moves slowly, knees pressing lightly into the sheets, glancing up to check jisungs reaction before adjusting. jisung swallows, lifting the camera.

a soft laugh escapes chenle suddenly, and jisung pauses. "what...?" he asks, curious despite himself. "i'm... just nervous, i guess," chenle admits quietly, eyes darting away. 

jisung feels his chest tighten. of course he's nervous- he'd be the same if the roles were reversed. but god, the way chenle looks shy and vulnerable just makes jisung want to capture every single second.

"it's okay," jisung murmurs, lowering the camera for a moment. "you're doing great. just... trust me, yeah?" chenle nods, taking a deep breath, and for the first time, jisung notices the way his chest rises and falls a little slower, a little steadier, as if the simple words were enough to calm him.

jisung lifts the camera again, heart racing. "okay... ready?" chenle nods, and jisung clicks, the soft sound echoing in the quiet room. every picture feels like a secret, every angle a memory he'll keep to himself, every blush, every careful movement, just... chenle.

"lay down," jisung instructs next, and chenle nods, letting himself fall onto his back again. "pull one leg up onto the bed," he says, and chenle does, bending his knee slowly, deliberately. "are you okay if i stand between your legs?" jisung asks, and chenle hesitates for a second before letting out a soft, almost shy, "yeah."

jisung shifts forward, sliding himself between chenles legs- too close, too personal, impossibly intimate. "uh, put your arms up by your head, bend a little," he murmurs, watching chenle obey, the way his torso stretches, his shoulders lift, his head tilting back slightly as his neck elongates.

"fuck, that's pretty chenle," jisung mutters under his breath, leaning over just enough so his camera hovers directly above him. chenle blushes again, eyes fluttering closed, lips parting slightly, and jisung feels the pull in his chest tighten. god. god, he can't handle it.

this angle, this position, chenles messy hair falling into his face, the flush that spreads over his cheeks, his parted lips, completely naked, jisung can't help but think he looks like he's already lost, like he's being fucked by something he can't see. and that thought alone makes jisung go slightly insane.

"...can you spread your legs a bit further?" jisung whispers. chenles face deepens in color, his body stiffens for a heartbeat, and then he complies, legs shifting apart slowly, carefully.

now jisung is standing between chenles spread legs, camera in hand, heart hammering. "shit," he mutters, the camera clicking almost without thought, every shot feeding the heat in his chest. "hey, is it okay if i put my knee on the edge of the mattress? just so i can get a bit closer?" he asks, and chenle, maybe unconsciously, whines.

"y-yeah... that's fine," chenle mumbles, barely audible. jisung slides his knee onto the mattress, pressing between chenles thighs, shifting just slightly so his body brushes the underside of chenles legs.

he tries to focus on the pictures, tries to channel all the tension into the camera lens, but chenle doesn't make it easy. the way he squeezes his eyes shut, drags his bottom lip between his teeth, shivers slightly at the slightest touch, jisung can't ignore it.

"you okay?" jisung whispers, voice low, careful. chenle just nods, refusing to meet jisungs gaze or the cameras lens, letting himself exist completely in the quiet, heated space between them. jisung leans closer, careful not to touch more than necessary, every movement measured, almost sacred. 

"breathe," he whispers next, watching chenles chest rise and fall, marveling at how something so simple can be so intimate, so devastating. chenle exhales slowly, small whimpers escaping, and jisung swears he's lost in the world of chenle, the contours, the flush, the softness, every detail burning into him like fire.

"uh, chenle," jisung whispers, letting his camera fall to the side, finally settling his eyes fully on the boy below him. "yeah?" chenle asks, tilting his head slightly to peer up at jisung, cheeks still flushed, still impossibly nervous.

"would you... be okay with, like... sitting on me?" jisung asks, voice coming out a little squeaky, betraying how badly he wants this. chenle freezes for a heartbeat, and the colour in his cheeks deepens.

"what do you mean?" he asks quietly, and jisung clears his throat, suddenly realizing he’s still kneeling between chenles spread legs, leaning over him. the closeness makes him swallow hard.

he takes a careful step back, giving chenle a fraction of space, and watches as chenle instinctively closes his legs slightly. "just like, if i laid down on the bed, would you be okay... sitting on my lap?" jisung asks, and he knows he’s probably pushing his luck- but god, the photos would be incredible.

"uh..." chenle mutters, pulling himself up to hug his knees. he hesitates a second, eyes darting away, then finally exhales. "yeah... that’s fine." jisung nods, heart hammering, darting a quick tongue across his lips. okay. chenle is about to sit on him, fully naked, and this is just a photoshoot... just a photoshoot.

jisung shifts carefully onto the bed, laying down and positioning himself for a moment, studying angles through his lens, imagining the lines and curves, the way chenles body will rest on him. "okay, chenle... come here," he murmurs after a second, voice low.

chenle pauses, chest rising and falling quickly, hands fiddling at his sides, nervous but not resisting. jisung adds softly, "only if you want to," and watches chenle take a slow, measured breath. then, without another word, chenle slings a leg over jisungs stomach, settling down gently on him.

"okay," jisung breathes, throat tight, realizing the flush creeping up his own neck must match chenles. "you okay?" he asks as chenle shifts slightly, hands pressing against jisungs clothed stomach for balance.

"yeah," chenle breathes back, a soft, almost shy exhale. jisung nods, bending his knees up then murmurs, "can you lay back on my legs?" chenle glances behind him, understanding, then slowly lowers his back against jisungs bent legs, body stretching just slightly as he settles. jisungs chest tightens. 

and fuck- he loves him like this. the curves of chenles torso, the softness of his sides, the way he’s balancing delicately over jisung... it’s almost too much to handle.

jisung notices the slight tension in chenles arms, how he’s holding himself up, like he’s trying not to fully put his weight on jisung yet. "you can put your weight on me," jisung murmurs, voice soft. "it’s fine."

chenle glances up, uncertain. "you sure?" he asks gently, and jisung nods, sliding a hand to rest lightly against chenles thigh to help him stabilize. the contact makes chenles cheeks flare even redder, and a small, involuntary whine escapes him.

"okay," chenle says after a moment, then finally lowers himself fully onto jisung. jisung has to summon every ounce of willpower not to react physically.

"okay, just lean back, put your hands wherever it feels natural," jisung instructs, voice shaky, and chenle nods. one hand slides to the bed behind him, the other resting gently against his own thigh near where jisungs hand still lingers. jisung pulls back immediately, clearing the contact.

"perfect," jisung whispers, finally lifting his camera again, the angle capturing chenle perfectly, soft, vulnerable, beautiful, and the tension between them palpable, simmering, almost unbearable.

"look up at the roof," jisung whispers, watching chenle tilt his head back, exposing the soft curve of his throat, the line of his jaw, and god, the flush creeping up his neck. the way his chest rises and falls so quickly, the slight clench of his jaw- jisung can’t stop himself from memorizing every detail.

"fuck, you're pretty," jisung murmurs, camera shutter clicking almost instinctively. chenle shifts slightly against him, a soft breath escaping, and jisung swears his chest tightens, he’s not sure how much longer his willpower is going to last.

his hand drifts to chenles bare hip, sliding him forward just a little, and chenle gasps, eyes flicking down at jisung for a moment. "sorry," jisung mutters, though he’s not really sorry, letting the camera continue to capture chenles form even as his hand lingers, guiding him subtly.

"jisung," chenle breathes, soft and trembling, and jisung hums in response, lowering the camera to just watch him. "i’m-" chenle starts, voice catching, then glances away. "if i get... hard, just, like... ignore it," he whispers, and jesus- jisungs restraint shatters. every nerve in his body is on fire.

he forces himself to stay professional, even as his own breaths hitch and heat rises to his face. "it’s fine if you do," he whispers back, voice low, steadying himself. chenle nods quickly, clearly embarrassed, cheeks flaming, eyes darting away. but secretly, jisung hopes he does.

he can already imagine how those pictures would look- the soft tension in chenles body, the way the light hits the curve of his chest, the vulnerability mixed with raw desire. every shot, every angle, captures something intimate, something more than just a photo. it’s chenle, entirely, and jisung is utterly lost.

the room is heavy with quiet breaths, shuffling, the soft scrape of skin against skin, and jisung knows: one more look like this, one more subtle movement, and he might finally let go of every shred of control he’s clinging to.

jisungs hand slides lightly along chenles side, just above his hip, guiding him to shift slightly. "lean a little forward," he murmurs, voice low, barely audible over the quiet of the room. chenle obeys hesitantly, chest brushing against jisungs, and jisung swallows hard, heart hammering.

"perfect... yeah, just like that," jisung whispers, lifting the camera to capture the curve of chenles back, the way his shoulders flex as he balances. chenle shivers under his touch, small noises escaping, and jisung feels his chest tighten even more.

"okay... now, could you... tilt your head back a little, let your neck stretch?" jisung asks, voice trembling slightly. chenle obeys, exposing that vulnerable line of skin, the faint pulse at his throat, and jisungs hand drifts to rest gently at the small of his back to steady him.

chenle lets out a soft breath, lips parting slightly. "fuck... you’re amazing," jisung mutters, almost forgetting the camera entirely, but he forces himself to click the shutter, capturing chenle like this- soft, exposed.

"jisung..." chenle whispers, eyes fluttering, cheeks flushed. jisung leans closer under the guise of adjusting the angle, brushing his forehead against chenles, just for a second. "yeah?" he murmurs back.

"if you... keep taking pictures like this...." chenle starts, voice low, trailing off. jisung swallows, heart hammering. "what?" he whispers.

"i- i don’t know if i can... hold myself up much longer," chenle admits, shifting slightly so his body presses more fully against jisungs. jisungs hand rests on his hip again, thumb brushing lightly over the warmth of his skin, and chenle lets out a soft, involuntary whine.

"it’s fine," jisung murmurs, voice low, steady. "just... move however feels natural. i’ll adjust the camera." he can feel chenle relax slightly under his guidance, body molding into his, and jisung swears the room has never felt smaller, hotter, more impossibly charged.

chenle tilts his head back again, letting his eyes flutter closed, breathing hitching slightly, and jisung can’t stop himself from murmuring, "shit... you look so good like this."

the camera clicks, but jisung barely registers it anymore. he’s focused entirely on chenle- the curve of his side, the gentle rise of his chest, the soft gasp escaping him. every adjustment, every pose, is an excuse to brush closer, to feel the heat radiating from his skin, to memorize him completely.

"okay, now, just... trust me," jisung murmurs, hand sliding along chenles thigh, guiding him subtly as he leans into the position, hips tilting so the lines of his body are perfect. chenle closes his eyes fully, sighing softly, entirely vulnerable.

jisungs chest presses lightly against chenle own, not touching more than he should, but close enough that the heat is unbearable. "fuck... you look... so good," jisung whispers, voice cracking slightly. chenle shifts slightly in response, soft whines escaping him, and jisung swears the camera might as well not exist at all.

"can... can i... move my hands a little?" chenle whispers, almost shy, but daring. jisung hums softly, a low, approving sound. "yeah, anywhere that feels natural." chenle tentatively slides a hand down, brushing over jisungs chest through his shirt, and jisung swallows, heat spiraling through him.

every subtle movement now, every breath, every shiver, is a silent conversation between them. the photoshoot is no longer about pictures- it’s an excuse to explore, to feel, to memorize. jisung traces lines along chenles body under the guise of positioning him, chenle responding with tiny, intoxicating noises, both of them acutely aware of the heat building.

the room is thick with quiet moans, shallow breaths, and the soft scrape of skin against skin. jisung knows: one more inch closer, one more touch, and the boundary between photoshoot and something far more intimate will dissolve completely.

jisung swallows hard, chest tightening, and gently pushes chenle back up with a quiet, careful, "sit back up." chenles face flushes immediately, eyes flicking instinctively down to his lower half. jisung follows his gaze, and yeah... chenle’s hard. sitting there on jisung, naked, under the guise of a photoshoot, with an erection.

jisungs head spins, heat flooding him in a way he didn’t expect. "sorry..." chenle whispers, voice barely audible, cheeks blazing. jisung shakes his head, voice low and steady, "it’s fine."

he takes a deep breath, trying to stay professional, trying to convince himself this is still just about the photos. "are you still... okay to continue?" he asks, carefully, because despite everything, it’s chenles choice, his comfort that matters most.

"yeah," chenle breathes out, shifting slightly, still flushed, still exposed, still impossibly beautiful. jisung nods, biting his lip, trying to steady his own racing pulse. the air between them is heavy with quiet breaths, soft tension, and the unspoken knowledge of what they’re both feeling.

jisung lifts the camera again, careful to keep his focus outward, but every subtle movement, every line of chenles body, makes him swallow hard and lose himself in the heat of the moment. 

the way chenle looks at him, eyes flicking between the camera lens and jisungs face behind it, is nothing jisung has ever seen before. there’s something raw in that gaze, something shy and daring all at once, and it makes jisungs chest tighten in ways he can barely control.

"fuck," jisung whispers under his breath, heart hammering, worried he’s about to get hard too the longer chenle sits on him like this. "uh... let’s change positions," he mutters, voice low, trying to steady himself. chenle nods, sliding off jisung without hesitation, though his flush deepens slightly.

chenle clears his throat, grabbing the blanket to cover himself like he’s embarrassed, but jisung shakes his head, heart clenching. he doesn’t think chenle has anything to be embarrassed about. chenle is, quite simply, the most beautiful person jisung has ever laid eyes on.

everything about him, his body, his face, and even the way he carries himself, captivates jisung. how he acts confident and untouchable out in the world, but under nothing more than a camera, all of that armor falls away. all that remains is raw chenle: soft, flushed, unguarded, and impossibly intimate.

jisung watches him, every detail etched into his mind: the tremor in his hands as he adjusts the blanket, the soft rise and fall of his chest, the way his gaze flickers to jisung again, almost daring him to look closer, almost daring him to act on what he’s been holding back.

and for a long, heavy moment, the room exists only for the two of them- the camera, the bed, the quiet click of the shutter now secondary to the impossible pull between them. jisung swallows, heart hammering, and thinks that maybe, just maybe, no photo could ever capture chenle the way he sees him now.

"how do you want me?" chenle asks after a moment, voice soft, uncertain, and jisung immediately clears his throat- right, the photoshoot. he forces himself to remember that this is supposed to be professional.

"uh..." jisung mutters, trying to think, but his mind goes completely blank. how the hell is he supposed to think with chenle lying there, flushed, soft, every nerve in his body screaming?

"shit, i don’t know," jisung finally admits, and chenle snorts softly, a little laugh that makes jisungs chest tighten. jisung glances up, meeting chenles eyes through the camera, and for a fleeting second, he finds himself smiling back.

"i’ll just... lay down..." chenle says, and jisung nods gently, watching as chenle shifts to lay his back on the bed, blanket still tucked modestly over his lower half. his chest rises and falls quickly, eyes flicking to jisung, unsure but trusting.

jisung shifts closer on the bed, careful, watching as chenle turns slightly to his side, sliding one leg out from under the blanket and bending it lightly. "is this fine?" chenle murmurs. jisung nods, picking up his camera again. "yeah," he says, "that works."

he lifts the camera to his eye, framing chenle perfectly, clicking the shutter as chenle shifts ever so slightly, like he’s discovering his own angles. but jisung, selfish as he is, can’t help his gaze flicking to the blanket, imagining it gone.

"you don’t have to cover yourself, you know," jisung mutters, voice low, almost shy. chenles blush deepens instantly, and he buries his face in jisungs pillows. "it’s embarrassing..." he whispers, soft, almost breathless.

jisung shakes his head gently, heart hammering. "it’s not... it’s pretty," he murmurs, voice low, almost reverent, and he swears he feels chenle shift against the bed at his words.

and it’s not the kind of shift for posing or adjusting- no, jisung is almost certain chenles body moves instinctively, grinding lightly against the bed as he lets out a soft whine, then a shaky breath. 

he rolls back onto his back, eyes meeting jisungs, a silent, questioning glance, as if wondering if jisung noticed. and he did. jisung did.

but he stays silent- not because he doesn’t want to call chenle out, but because he can’t. his throat tightens, his chest feels too full, and he finds himself genuinely speechless, utterly captivated by chenle- the way he moves, the way he trusts, the way he is completely, impossibly, breathtakingly him.

jisung adjusts his camera, lowering it just enough to look at chenle, who’s lying back on the bed, blanket loosely draped. the moment feels quiet, intimate- not stiff, not posed. chenles hair falls messily over his forehead, his chest rising with soft, uneven breaths, and jisung can’t stop staring.

"you’re... really beautiful," jisung murmurs, voice low, more to himself than to chenle. chenle blushes, shyly tucking a hand under his neck. "stop saying that," he whispers, but the smile tugging at his lips betrays him.

jisung tilts the camera again, framing a shot of chenle from above, catching the gentle curve of his shoulder and the way his body shifts against the sheets. "hold still for me," jisung says softly, and chenle does, though just barely. there’s a subtle squirm, a movement that makes jisungs chest tighten.

jisung shifts to kneel in front of chenle, heart hammering, and for a moment sets the camera down, trusting chenle will let him. his hands find their way under chenles knees, pulling him gently forward. chenle gasps, startled, the movement sending the blanket sliding completely off him- leaving him fully exposed again.

he’s noticeably harder now, tip red and leaking just slightly, and jisung bites his cheek to steady himself, settling carefully between chenles legs and letting them rest lightly against his sides. the heat is unbearable, but jisung reminds himself: he still has a camera in his hands. slowly, he picks it up again.

"can... can you put your hands on yourself?" jisung asks, voice low, a little shaky. chenle nods, hesitating only a moment before moving his hands to his stomach. "where?" he murmurs, curious and shy. jisung swallows, heart hammering, and mutters softly, "anywhere."

one of chenles hands slides lower, hovering just above the heavy length resting against his stomach, while the other drifts upward, fingers brushing over his peck. jisung exhales, murmuring, "good," and lifts his camera, adjusting the angle, nudging chenles legs a little higher to catch the perfect line.

chenle gasps again, tilting his head to glance away as his dick twitches involuntarily. jisung freezes for a second, chest tight, disbelief and desire colliding- chenle is actually beneath him like this, fingers twitching like he wants to touch himself, lips parting in quiet breaths.

"jesus," jisung mutters under his breath, fingers shaking slightly as they press the shutter, watching every subtle movement: the way chenles back arches gently, the rise and fall of his chest, the small noises escaping him with every click. 

every shot captures more than just his body- it captures chenle, completely exposed and vulnerable, and jisung can barely keep himself from reaching out, from touching him instead of photographing him.

the quiet click of the shutter is the only sound in the room, but it feels like it could explode into something much more heated at any second. jisungs eyes never leave chenle, memorizing every curve, every shiver, every gasp, all while trying to stay "professional" behind the lens- but the restraint is fraying fast.

"you can-" jisung starts, then lets out a shaky breath, voice barely audible. "you can touch yourself... if you want.." he murmurs, and chenle stiffens for just a moment before lifting his leg a little higher, arching again lightly.

"w-what?" chenle breathes, like he’s fighting to hold onto every last bit of restraint. "i don’t mind," jisung tells him softly, and that’s all it takes. 

chenle lets his hand slide lower, wrapping gently around himself. a shaky, breathless whine escapes him immediately, lustful eyes flicking up to jisung, and jisung feels his own lips part without even thinking.

there’s no denying it anymore- jisungs fully hard, heart hammering, chest tightening. chenles hips move lightly with his own hand, small, instinctive movements, and jisung can’t look away. every soft whine, every breath, every little shiver sends sparks through him.

jisungs hands shake almost uncontrollably, the camera trembling in his grip, but chenle leans into it, breath hitching. "keep-" chenle gasps, head tilting to the side, "keep taking pictures."

permission given, jisung picks the camera back up, letting the shutter click rapidly, forgetting angles, composition, everything. all that matters is chenle- the way he pleases himself, hand curling and uncurling, the flush spreading across his cheeks, lips parting, teeth biting his lower lip.

the other hand grips the sheets lightly, knuckles whitening, body arching instinctively, and jisungs eyes memorize every line, every twitch, every gasp. he clicks the shutter again and again, each photo a frozen heartbeat of chenle in this raw, intimate, unguarded moment.

jisung swallows hard, chest tight, and for a fleeting second he wonders how he’s allowed to be here at all, capturing this, watching this, feeling it in ways he didn’t think possible- but he can’t stop, doesn’t want to. chenle is utterly his right now, and the camera is the only excuse for it.

jisung leans closer, camera in hand but almost forgotten, watching chenle carefully, memorizing every movement. chenles hips shift again, guided by his own hand, soft whines escaping, and jisung swallows hard, feeling his own body reacting uncontrollably.

"just... like that," jisung whispers, voice low, barely audible, letting chenle know he’s being watched- studied, appreciated, desired. chenle tilts his head back, lips parting, breath hitching, arching subtly into jisungs gaze.

jisung adjusts the camera quickly, framing chenle from above, capturing the arch of his back, the way his chest rises, the flush spreading across his skin. every shutter click is almost secondary now- the sound punctuates the room, but jisungs focus is entirely on chenles body, the way his hand moves, the way he trembles.

"fuck... you look so good," jisung murmurs, voice tight, as his fingers twitch over the camera. chenle bites his lip, shivering, eyes half-lidded, and jisung can’t help but lean just a little closer under the guise of checking the angle, letting his hand hover near chenles side.

"don’t stop..." chenle breathes, voice trembling, and jisung hums low, approving, letting chenle take the lead with the smallest of movements, shifting his hips ever so slightly, curling his fingers around himself. jisung clicks the shutter again, capturing the perfect line of chenles arch, the subtle twitch, the way his lips part in a soft, breathy gasp.

the camera shakes slightly in jisungs hands, but he doesn’t care- every shot is a stolen, intimate moment, a record of chenle completely exposed, trusting him, needing him, letting him see this side he shows to no one else.

"jesus... chenle," jisung murmurs, voice tight, throat dry, "you’re so perfect like this." chenle shifts again, a small whine slipping out. and for a long, heavy moment, they stay like that-camera clicking, breaths mingling, desire threading silently between them, the “photoshoot” now nothing more than a pretense for the intimate, erotic closeness that neither of them wants to end.

“i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum...” chenle whispers, voice tight, trembling with restraint, and it sounds almost embarrassed, like confessing something forbidden. his hand speeds up, slick sounds mixing with the shallow breaths falling from his lips.

jisung feels his chest clench, his whole body hot, throat dry. “you can,” he manages, his voice quiet, raw, almost as embarrassed as chenles, but meant. and that’s all it takes- chenles breath stutters, his back arching sharply, head pressing deeper into the pillow, mouth falling open in a broken gasp. 

jisungs eyes widen, camera trembling in his grip as he watches chenle unravel, actually watches the moment chenle cums across his own stomach, hot and messy, his body shuddering with each wave.

jisung swallows thickly, unable to tear his gaze away, unable to stop himself from clicking the shutter again. a few shaky photos- his favorite ones yet, maybe, because they capture him like this, undone, raw, vulnerable.

finally, jisung lowers the camera, his fingers numb, his chest heaving with breaths he hadn’t realized he was holding. he clears his throat, a poor attempt at grounding himself. “that’s... probably enough photos,” he says, awkward, soft, because he doesn’t know what else to say.

chenle lets out a breathless laugh where he’s sprawled, sticky and flushed, still catching his breath. “you think?” he teases, voice hoarse but light, eyes half-lidded as he looks at jisung.

jisung can’t help it- he laughs too, quiet and shaky, nerves unwinding just a little as he sets the camera down properly this time. his eyes linger on chenle, though, the rise and fall of his chest, the glow on his skin, the easy way he laughs even after being so vulnerable.

and it hits him, sharp and heavy, that simply looking at chenle is the most beautiful thing he’s ever captured- no lens, no photo, no angle could come close to this.

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jisung found himself around chenle more often after what had happened that day. not in the way where they actually planned to hang out- no, it was stranger than that. somehow, jisung would end up walking down the hallways with chenle at his side on the way to his next lecture. 

or he'd glance up in the cafeteria only to find chenle sliding his tray onto the table across from him without asking. sometimes, jisung even caught himself sitting in the bleachers during chenles basketball practice, camera in hand under the excuse of "just taking pictures."

and honestly? it had only been four days. four days, and jisung wasn't sure if the universe was shoving chenle into his orbit, or if jisung himself was unconsciously drifting toward him.

after their nude photo shoot, chenle hadn't moved like jisung had expected him to. jisung thought he'd bolt for the bathroom immediately, cover himself, act like it never happened. but no- chenle never seemed to move the way jisung imagined he would. 

instead, chenle laid there, still naked and flushed, skin cooling with drying streaks of his own cum, while jisung stayed kneeling between his legs. his camera rested beside him on the sheets, his fingers absentmindedly dragging his nails over the smooth skin of chenles thigh as he flicked through the photos.

the room had been quiet in that way that hums- low, vibrating, filled with things unsaid. jisung could still hear chenles breathing in his ears, the softest hitches of his chest as he slowly calmed down.

it was probably twenty minutes later when chenle finally shifted, stretching like a cat before opening his eyes. his voice was hoarse, low, when he muttered, "hey, is it okay if i take a shower?" jisung had just nodded, throat too tight for words.

and when chenle came back, it was with his hair damp and curling slightly at the ends, sweatpants slung low on his hips. he didn't ask if he could stay. he just walked over, flopped onto jisungs bed like it was his own, and closed his eyes again as if nothing unusual had happened between them.

jisung had stared for a long time, trying to understand how chenle could be so casual after what they'd done. after what jisung had seen.

and now, four days later, it still haunted him- the way chenle had looked up at him through his lashes, the way his back had arched, the sound of his voice breaking on the words i'm gonna cum.

jisung couldn't stop thinking about it- he didn't know if chenle could either.

because when chenle brushed against him in the hall, or when their knees knocked under the cafeteria table, or when chenles gaze lingered on jisung just a second too long, it felt like all of it was still there, coiled tight, waiting for one of them to admit it.

anyway, jisung isn't sure how he's been dragged into actually playing a stupid two-player game of basketball with chenle. he doesn't even know the rules, doesn't even care to know, yet there's still a basketball in his hands. 

he's standing awkwardly near the free-throw line, trying his best to aim while chenle waves his arms and jumps in front of him with a goofy smile, like this is the most fun he's had in days.

"try me, jisung! you're not gonna get it in!" chenle taunts, voice teasing, and jisung lets out a sharp snort, narrowing his eyes. he tries to take the shot anyway, but of course- it's immediately smacked out of the air, perfectly deflected by the basketball star blocking him.

jisung sighs dramatically as chenle lets out a loud laugh, already bouncing the ball away from him. "that wasn't even close," chenle grins, spinning on his heel and sprinting across the court, dribbling like the show-off he is. jisung doesn't even bother running after him- he's too lazy, too aware of how effortless chenle looks when he's in his element.

so he just watches. watches the way chenles muscles shift under his tank top, the easy precision of his movements, the way he jumps without hesitation to shoot. the ball arcs beautifully, perfectly, before swishing through the hoop with a satisfying snap. chenle lands with a laugh, turning back toward jisung with flushed cheeks and hair sticking to his forehead.

"and that's how it's done," chenle announces proudly, jogging back toward him with the ball tucked under his arm, grin smug enough to make jisung want to roll his eyes right out of his head. jisung raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, already opening his mouth to shoot some sarcastic comeback-

but the gym doors creak open before he can get a word out.

kun steps inside, casual as anything, tossing a half-empty sports drink bottle into the trash before calling something rapid fire in mandarin across the gym. jisung doesn't even bother trying to parse it; the only thing he catches is the way chenles grin shifts into something sharper, his laugh bubbling out like it belongs here, echoing through the empty court.

chenle throws the basketball across the gym at him, kun catching it one-handed with practiced ease. "hey, kun, this is park jisung," chenle calls, tilting his head toward jisung without much thought.

jisung straightens, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket as kuns eyes snap to him. he offers a small, awkward wave. "uh- hey." kuns brows shoot up. recognition flashes, followed quickly by something that looks far too close to amusement. "park jisung? as in the photographer, park jisung?"

"that's me," jisung confirms, a little stiff, lips twitching into an awkward smile. kun lets out a low whistle, laughing under his breath. "well, shit. i've seen some of those pictures you took of chenle for your class." he says it casually, like it's no big deal, while tossing his bag onto the bleachers.

"really?" jisung asks, frowning before he can stop himself. kun definitely isn't in his photography class. which means-

chenle showed him. the thought flickers in jisungs head, sparking warmth and unease at the same time. chenle's the only one with access to those shots- not that it matters who he shows.

"yeah," kun continues, glancing back at them. "at first, i was surprised chenle agreed to something like that. but then-" he smirks, flicking his gaze deliberately at chenle, "i remembered he's an exhibitionist."

the word lands like a heavy weight in the space between them.

chenle chokes on air, his head snapping toward kun with a look of utter betrayal, mouth dropping open. "what the fuck, man?" he blurts in mandarin, throwing kun a glare sharp enough to kill. kun just shrugs, unbothered, spinning the ball on his finger.

oh.

that... explains a lot.

but it also makes jisung freeze in place, blood rushing in his ears. exhibitionist. was that really all it was? was that why chenle had let him take those photos, had let things get so close- too close?

because he liked being looked at? because it didn't matter who was behind the camera, as long as there was someone?

jisungs stomach twists uncomfortably. his mind replays the way chenle had flushed beneath his lens, the way his hands had trembled when he touched himself, the way he'd whispered jisungs name like it meant something.

but now, he can't help but wonder. had any of it been real, in the way jisung hoped it was? or was he just another audience, another pair of eyes?

"uh, i'd better head out," jisung says finally, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. his voice is light, casual, but the way his eyes flick restlessly between chenle and kun betrays him. his lips press into that awkward half-smile he always uses when he doesn't know what else to do with himself.

"jisung-" chenle sighs, his tone carrying something jisung can't quite read. frustration? worry? maybe both. jisung shakes his head quickly, cutting him off with another smile that feels more like a shield than anything genuine. "i'll catch you later. nice to meet you, kun."

he doesn't give chenle the chance to respond, doesn't give himself the chance to linger in that gym under kuns knowing eyes. jisung spins on his heel, his sneakers squeaking faintly against the polished floor, and then he's gone, slipping through the heavy gym doors into the cool air of the hallway.

his chest feels too tight. his thoughts spin too fast. chenles laugh with kun, kuns teasing words, the heavy weight of exhibitionist still ringing in his ears- too loud, too sharp.

was it true? was that all?

he shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, head ducking as he walks, like maybe if he moves fast enough, the thoughts won't follow him. but of course, they do. every step down the hallway feels heavier, and all he can see is chenles flushed face beneath his camera, the sound of his voice breaking when he came undone.

all of it- so close, so real.

yet now jisung doesn't know if it ever actually was.

the gym doors slam shut behind jisung, the sound echoing through the empty court. chenle stays frozen in place, the sigh still caught in his chest, eyes locked on the doors long after jisung is gone. his shoulders drop slowly, like all the air has been pulled out of him at once.

"...fuck," he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his damp hair. kun raises an eyebrow, still spinning the ball lazily on his fingertip. "what? did i say something wrong?"

chenle whirls on him, glare sharp enough to cut. "are you serious right now?" his voice cracks with frustration, and he throws his hands up, pacing a few steps before stopping, fingers pressed hard into his temples. kun blinks, realizing, finally, that maybe he overstepped. "i was joking-"

"well, it wasn't funny." chenle snaps, jaw tight. his chest still feels too tight, his stomach sinking in ways he doesn't want to name. jisungs face before he left, his smile that wasn't really a smile, burns in his mind.

chenle hits the ball out of kuns hand, letting it roll across the court with a loud clatter. "you don't get it," he mutters, softer now, voice fraying at the edges. and for once, kun doesn't argue.

but chenle can't stay here. not with the silence of the gym, not with kuns questioning eyes, not with jisungs absence hanging heavy in the air. so he grabs his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and mutters, "i'll see you later."

he doesn't wait for a response before heading for the same doors jisung disappeared through, jaw tight, mind already running after him.

"jisung!" chenle shouts, his voice echoing down the hallway. jisung slows when he hears his name, eyebrows furrowing as he glances over his shoulder. chenle jogs up to him, a little breathless, his expression sharp but worried.

"kun was just being a dick, don't take him seriously," chenle mutters once he's close enough, falling into step at jisungs side. jisung shrugs, eyes fixed forward as he keeps walking. "i didn't say anything."

he hears chenle sigh beside him, catches the way his hand rakes through his hair in his peripheral vision. "you don't actually believe him, do you?" chenle presses, his voice quieter now, tentative. "i didn't say that either," jisung mutters back, his jaw clenching tight.

the silence that follows feels heavier than the words. chenles sneakers squeak faintly on the tile as he matches jisungs stride, but he doesn't say anything else. jisung can feel him there, can feel the weight of everything unspoken pressing between them, and he can't stand it.

so before he can stop himself, he blurts, "would you have done it if anyone asked? not... the nude photos, but the boudoir one?" jisung finally turns his head, eyes locking on chenles.

chenles brows knit together instantly, confusion flashing across his face. "what does that have to do with anything?" he shoots back, though his voice isn't as sharp as it could be. it's almost defensive, almost uncertain.

"i'm just asking," jisung mutters, shaking his head. his teeth dig into the inside of his cheek- he knows it's stupid, knows he shouldn't care. knows this was supposed to be just photography-art, nothing more.

but after what happened in his bed, after the way chenle looked at him while he touched himself, after the way jisungs chest still tightens just thinking about it. it feels a hell of a lot more personal than that.

especially when jisung's been silently in love with him this whole time.

chenle exhales sharply, looking ahead again. "i don't know, jisung. i haven't really thought about it." jisung scoffs before he can stop himself, the sound bitter. "right."

that earns him a sharp look, chenles mouth twisting as he lets out a disbelieving laugh. "oh, like you're any better. lay down, arch your back, bend over, look at me, touch yourself, do this, do that. like you weren't into it too."

jisungs eyebrows shoot up. "that literally makes no sense, chenle. i'm a photographer, i was directing you." his tone is sharp, but his chest is burning.

chenle scoffs again, eyes narrowing, clearly ready for a fight. "whatever, asshole." jisung snorts, shaking his head, though the words that come out of his mouth are sharper than he means. "yeah, whatever, slut."

he freezes as soon as he hears himself, regrets it immediately. it's not true, it's not how he sees chenle at all- he doesn't believe it in the slightest. but he's angry, frustrated, tangled up in feelings that don't even have a valid reason to exist, and it comes out all wrong.

chenle stops walking, the air between them suddenly thick, almost electric.

his voice drops low, sharp enough to cut through the tension. "for your concern, i don't just get naked for anyone." he snaps, like he's trying to drive it into jisungs chest, like he wants jisung to understand the weight behind it.

and then, before jisung can even respond, chenle turns away and pushes through the nearest classroom door, leaving jisung in the hallway with his heart pounding too hard and his throat tight.

and now? now jisung really doesn't know what to think.

this time at lunch, when jisung falls into his seat- there's no chenle falling in next to him. no shoulder pressing against his, no little smirk when jisung steals one of his fries, no easy chatter filling up the silence.

instead, when jisung looks up, he spots him across the cafeteria. chenle's at a table with his actual friends, laughing at something xiaojun says, but his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. there's a small pout tugging at his mouth, like he's still annoyed- or worse, hurt.

it almost amuses jisung how quickly his own friends pick up on it, considering it hasn't even been a week of him and chenle orbiting each other like this. "no chenle today?" renjun asks quietly, frowning as he follows jisungs gaze.

of course renjun notices. chenle and renjun had gotten along the most out of jisungs circle- bonding over shared sarcasm and the kind of gossip in a language that flew right over everyone elses head. jisung had gotten used to their hushed voices across the table, the conspiratorial smirks that made him feel like an outsider to his own friend group.

"we had a bit of an argument, i guess," jisung mutters finally, breaking eye contact with chenle to stare at his tray instead. he picks at the edge of his sandwich like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

renjun hums, but it's laced with something pointed. "huh. that didn't take long." jisung looks up at him, scowling. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"nothing," renjun says quickly, hands raising in mock surrender. but the way his mouth quirks tells jisung it's definitely not nothing. donghyuck, seated across from them, leans in just enough to add, "you do look like you're sulking, man."

"i'm not sulking," jisung says flatly, even though the words sound defensive in his own ears. his eyes flick back across the cafeteria- and just then, chenles gaze lifts. for a second, their eyes lock across the room. it's not long, barely a heartbeat, but it's sharp. loaded. jisung swears he can feel the air shift around him.

chenle holds it, stubborn, like he's daring jisung to look away first. his pout softens almost imperceptibly, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. then winwin nudges him, and chenle breaks the stare, laughing too loudly at something jisung knows wasn't that funny.

jisung looks back down at his tray, throat tight, fingers pressing hard into the bread of his sandwich. he tells himself it doesn't matter, that it was just a look. but the truth settles heavy in his chest- he misses chenle already.

and jisung wonders if he'll ever be close to chenle in the way he was again.

that thought sticks to him like glue later that night, when he sits in front of his laptop, the glow of the screen painting him pale. his jaw aches from chewing at the inside of his cheek as he scrolls through his gallery- photo after photo after photo of chenle staring back at him. too many. more than he should've taken, more than he should keep.

but he doesn't delete a single one, he can't. he tells himself it's not an obsession, not unhealthy; just that he can't bring himself to erase something so raw, so rare. even if it hurts to look.

the pounding knock at the door nearly makes him jump out of his chair. his roommate yells, "i'll get it!" and jisung sits back, assuming it's some friend stopping by. but then-

"park jisung!" chenles voice cuts through the apartment like a blade. jisung's up before he realizes it, tugging open his bedroom door just as chenle pushes in, slamming it shut behind him.

"chenle-" jisung starts, voice already weary, but chenles eyes are blazing. "don't ever call me a slut again." the venom in his tone makes jisungs throat go dry. he nods immediately, swallowing hard. "i won't."

that earns him the first break in chenles armor- his gaze slips away, his shoulders dropping just slightly. jisung takes a step closer, softer this time. "i didn't mean it," he adds, carefully. silence. chenle sits down heavily on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands like the fight's gone out of him all at once. jisung hovers, restless.

"and for the record," jisung tries again, voice gentler, "i'm not gonna believe anything anyone else says about you. not kun, not anybody." he expects relief. but instead, chenle sighs, fingers dragging down his face.

"kun wasn't lying." jisung frowns. "what?" chenle looks up at him, expression unreadable. "i am an exhibitionist; he wasn't lying. but it's not like-" his voice falters, softer now, "it's not like i want just anybody watching me. it's only... certain people."

the words make something sharp twist in jisungs chest. "i'm... certain people?" chenle swallows, his eyes darting away again. then, finally, a small, almost reluctant shrug. "yeah." the word comes out quiet, heavy, like it costs him something just to say it.

jisungs more confused than ever. "why?" he asks. not why are you like this, not why exhibitionism, but why me? why are you okay with me seeing you like that?

chenle is quiet for a long beat, his lip caught between his teeth. "i don't know," he mutters, but it's clear he does, he just doesn't want to say it. "chenle-" jisung starts, but chenle groans, tipping his head back.

"look, i really don't. i just- when you first asked me to the boudoir shoot, i thought, fuck, this is funny, i'm not actually going to do it. but then-" he cuts himself off, shaking his head, words tumbling out too fast, too raw, "then you looked at me the way you do. and jesus, i don't know what happened, i just... couldn't say no."

jisung furrows his brows, caught between frustration and something dangerously tender. "look at you in what way?" chenle glances up, eyes glassy with something unguarded, teeth tugging at his lower lip.

"like i'm the only person in the world."

jisung can't find himself to respond to that. he feels caught, but more than that, he knows it's true. he does look at chenle like he's the only person in the world, and it feels like that too. jisung doesn't, wouldn't, ever want anybody else.

chenle notices the silence, misunderstands it, because he starts back up again. "look, i know that you're an artist, or whatever. and you think i'm pretty, so like, you probably look at anyone pretty enough to model like that, but-" chenle starts, but jisung stops him with the simple shake of a head and frown.

"i don't look at anyone 'pretty enough' like that, chenle. i look at you like that. only you." jisung says, shrugging, like it's simple. because to him, it is simple. chenle really is the only person in the world to him.

"what?" chenle asks, looking up at him like he doesn't get it, like he's waiting for the punchline. jisung exhales slowly, forcing himself to hold chenles gaze.

"i'm not just hanging out with you because i like your body, chenle... i like yo-" jisung starts, but then he cuts himself off, realizing what he was about to say. his throat feels tight. "i like being around you," he fixes, biting his cheek, his voice almost breaking on the last word.

chenle studies him for a long moment, eyes sharp, but there's something softer behind them too. jisung can practically see the war going on inside his head, whether to believe him or not, whether to push or pull away.

then chenle sighs, running a hand through his hair as he mutters, "you're confusing as hell, park jisung." but his voice is quiet, not sharp, and he doesn't move away. jisung almost laughs, except his chest hurts too much for that. "i'm not trying to be confusing," he admits, "i'm trying to be honest."

chenle blinks at him, lips parting like he's about to say something, but nothing comes out. instead, he just stares, like he's trying to read every line of jisungs face, trying to figure out if he's lying. jisung holds still under it, letting himself be seen.

finally, chenle looks down, his voice low. "then don't stop yourself next time. if you like me, just say it." jisung feels his stomach drop, his pulse racing. next time. chenle's not saying no, not pushing him away. if anything- he's asking.

and jisung doesn't trust his voice enough to answer, so he just nods. once. firm. like a promise.

chenle sits silent for a moment more, looking up at jisung like he's waiting- like he's giving him space to say something, anything. but jisung can't. and he doesn't even know why he can't say it, not when the words are burning the back of his throat.

"alright," chenle finally sighs, the sound tired in a way that makes jisungs stomach twist. he pushes himself upright from the bed, running a hand through his hair like he's brushing off the weight of the moment.

jisung wants to reach for him, wants to pull him back, but his body won't move. "i'll see you tomorrow," chenle mutters, eyes darting anywhere but jisungs. jisung nods quickly, almost too quickly, frozen in place. "yeah, uh- see you tomorrow."

chenle lingers at the door for a second, hand on the frame like maybe he'll say something else. jisung holds his breath. but then chenle just shakes his head a little, like he's given up on whatever thought had crossed his mind, and slips out into the hallway.

the click of the door closing echoes louder than it should. jisung sits there in the silence, staring at the spot chenle had just been, every muscle in his body wound tight. he hates himself for it- for letting chenle walk out when all he wanted to do was tell him not to.

jisung flops back onto his bed, dragging his hands over his face, groaning quietly into his palms. "idiot," he mutters, though he isn't sure if he means chenle or himself. probably both.

the next day drags for jisung in a way that makes every hour feel twice as long. he keeps checking the time, keeps glancing at his phone like chenle might text, though he never does.

by the time they meet again, too casual, like nothing had happened, jisung feels like his skin is buzzing. chenle slips into the chair across from him at the cafeteria like he always does, bag slung over his shoulder, his expression unreadable.

"hey," jisung says first, a little too soft. chenle looks at him, just for a beat, before nodding. "hey."

that's it. no biting comments, no teasing jab, no annoyed roll of the eyes. just... hey. jisung hates how much that single word feels like a truce, but not the kind that fixes anything. more like one that buys them time.

renjun seems more excited though. the second he spots chenle, he lights up, practically jogging over before launching into rapid-fire mandarin. chenle falls into step with him easily, words flowing out like they've done this a hundred times before.

jisung clears his throat, eyes darting down to his lunch tray, suddenly very interested in picking apart the sad pile of fries in front of him. god, this is awkward.

so that's how lunch goes- jisung talks with the rest of his friends, nodding along, laughing when he should, but his mind is somewhere else. his eyes keep drifting across the table, over to chenle and renjun. every time, he swears they're already looking back, like they've caught him.

by the halfway point, their voices drop. gone is the excited chatter; now it's quieter, closer. gossipy. the kind of tone that makes jisungs stomach knot. he tries to shake it off, but it sticks. are they talking about him? about last night? about the word that slipped out of his mouth, the one he'd give anything to take back? 

jisung presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, pretending to listen to whatever joke donghyuck's making, but his ears are buzzing, tuned in only to the faint sound of chenles low voice.

and when chenle laughs at something renjun says, that sharp, breathless laugh, jisung feels it cut right through him.

and then, when it's time to go to classes, chenle just mutters a quick "bye" under his breath and veers off the other way instead of falling into step beside him like he usually does- so yeah, jisung is pretty sure he's fucked up. bad.

the rest of the day drags. every moment feels a little heavier without chenle glued to his side, making dumb comments or nudging his shoulder when he zones out. and when his professor assigns a new photography project, life on campus, the first person that comes to jisungs mind is, of course, chenle. the first and pretty much only person that comes to his mind anymore.

but he doesn't ask, he can't. not when chenle won't even walk to class with him. not when there's a chance he'll make things worse by putting him on the spot.

so he doesn't. instead, sitting in his classroom alone, jisung stares at his phone for too long before typing out a message.

hey, would you wanna be my model for a life on campus project?

to jaemin.

and then, before he can second guess himself, he hits send and shuts his phone off for the rest of the day, like hiding from the world might make the hollow feeling in his chest any quieter.

except, it only makes things worse. jisung's sat at his desk again, scrolling absentmindedly through his photos when, like déjà vu, a loud banging sound echoes through his apartment-chenle.

jisung doesn't move this time. he just tilts his head toward his bedroom door, ready for whatever storm chenle's bringing, already ready to apologize because truthfully, he'd do anything for zhong chenle.

he watches chenle throw the door open, storm inside, and slam it shut. except this time, jisung doesn't move from his seat. he doesn't expect chenle to just sit there, and he certainly doesn't expect the next few moments.

without a word, chenle pulls his hoodie off his head.

"what are you doing?" jisung asks, spinning on his chair a little. chenle doesn't answer, only moves to tug off his shorts. jisung spins back around toward his monitor, confused, completely shocked, his chest tightening.

there's more rustling behind him, then silence. jisung stays frozen, every nerve on edge. "look at me!" chenle finally shouts. jisung swallows, heart hammering, unable to meet his eyes. "jisung, why won't you look at me?!" chenles voice cracks, raw and desperate.

"what are you doing, chenle?" jisung asks again, jaw tight. "i-" chenle starts, then jisung hears it, a quiet sob. "why did you ask jaemin to model for you?"

jisung exhales sharply, tension knotting his chest. jesus, good news travels fast. "i know you can ask whoever you want, and jaemin's pretty, so i get it-" chenle interrupts, breaking jisungs thoughts before they fully form.

finally, jisung turns to face him. chenle's sitting on his bed, naked, knees pulled to his chest, silent tears streaming down his face, raw and unguarded. "why is it always about that with you?" jisung asks, shaking his head, words gentle but strained.

"have i done something wrong? is it because i- i got hard and jerked off in front of you? or because of yesterday?" chenle whispers, delicate and broken, the words too heavy for his small frame. "no, it's not because of that-" jisung starts, but chenle frowns deeper, more tears spilling.

"then why didn't you ask me to model for you?" he repeats, voice small, like he's been left behind somewhere jisung didn't notice. jisung sighs, running a hand through his hair, helpless.

"why are you naked, chenle?" jisung asks instead, deflecting, though every part of him aches at the sight of him like this. "because you only act like you like me when i'm naked," chenle whispers, head tucked into his knees. jisung feels it hit him like a punch, heart breaking in real time.

"that's not true," jisung says softly, leaning forward a little, though chenle only sobs further. "then why won't you tell me?" chenle asks, voice breaking. jisung blinks, confused, uncertain what he means.

"tell you what?" he murmurs. chenle shrugs, a small, lifeless motion that makes jisungs stomach knot. "that you like me," chenle whispers. jisung exhales, heavy, not out of frustration with chenle, but himself. the truth is painfully obvious, and yet somehow he's been unable to speak it. 

"because what good is it going to do if i tell you when you don't like me back?" he admits quietly, the words hanging in the room. chenle lifts his head slightly, eyes glistening. jisung swallows, tension coiling, and for a moment they just sit there, silent, the weight of unspoken truths pressing against them both.

"i do like you," chenle says, almost like it's obvious, like it's something jisung should have known all along. jisung lets out a shaky, disbelieving laugh, because he definitely didn't know that.

"what?" jisung asks, voice quiet, almost breaking under the weight of hearing it. chenle looks down, shoulders slumping a little, sadness flickering across his features. "i thought you knew," he murmurs, eyes flicking away, and jisung shakes his head, jaw tight.

"i literally-" chenle starts again, then lets out a small laugh, bitter and soft, "i literally jerked off in front of you." he repeats it like it's some confession he's embarrassed to admit, and jisung just nods once, biting the inside of his cheek, heart hammering.

"i thought that was only because you into me taking nude pictures of you," jisung mutters, voice low, shame creeping in with each word. he feels like an absolute idiot, like he's been missing the obvious all along.

chenle snorts, short and amused, like jisung really is an idiot. "yeah," he sighs, shoulders slumping further, "because it was you taking those pictures."

jisung swallows hard, heat rising in his chest. the weight of chenles words, that simple truth, presses down on him, leaving him speechless. he doesn't know if he should feel relief, guilt, or something dangerously close to awe.

chenle just looks back at him, like he's waiting- like he's expecting jisung to say something more. but jisungs throat closes, and again, he can't.

"jesus christ," chenle mutters finally, swiping at his cheeks with the heel of his hand. his voice cracks as he bends down to snatch his boxers off the floor, tugging them on with frantic movements. "what the fuck am i doing?" he whispers under his breath, almost too quiet for jisung to hear, like it's not even meant for him.

"chenle-" jisung tries again, words fumbling, but it only comes out now, when he realizes how badly chenle is unraveling.

chenle doesn't respond. he just shakes his head, pulling his pants up in one sharp movement before yanking his hoodie off the floor. his hands shake as he holds it, movements jerky and rushed, like the faster he covers himself, the faster he can erase the vulnerability still thick in the room.

he heads straight for the door, swinging it open, but jisung reacts before he can think. "chenle!" he blurts, surging forward, hand closing tight around chenles arm. chenle whirls on him, eyes wet, face twisted. "what?" he snaps, voice cracking like he's holding on by a thread. he tries to jerk his arm free, but jisung doesn't let go this time.

"i'm-" jisung stumbles, breath stuttering, heart pounding. "i'm so confused." the words tumble out raw, unpolished, heavier than he means them to. chenle freezes, but his expression is still sharp, defensive. "confused about what?" he demands, eyes searching jisungs face.

jisung swallows hard, shaking his head, trying to untangle his own thoughts but failing miserably. "about... everything," he admits, the word tasting bitter and helpless in his mouth. "about you. why you keep showing up, why you let me see you like that, why you're upset now, why-" jisung breathes out, defeated, "it feels like it's driving me insane."

the silence after that is deafening. chenle blinks, lips parting, his hoodie half-on, half-off like he's caught between leaving and staying. his breathing is shaky, uneven, and for a moment, it looks like he might break down again.

"you..." chenle starts, but his voice falters, like the words are too heavy to say out loud. his eyes drop to the ground, and he whispers, "you really don't get it, do you?" jisung can only stare, heart lodged in his throat, hand still curled tight around chenles wrist, like letting go means losing him for good.

"get what?" jisung asks quietly, afraid of pushing too hard, but desperate all the same. chenle exhales sharply, finally dragging his gaze back up to jisungs face, his expression somewhere between frustration and heartbreak. 

"that i don't keep showing up here because i want to, jisung. i keep showing up because i can't not." jisungs chest tightens. "chenle..."

"you think i let you see me like that because i think it's funny?" chenle presses on, his voice breaking, tears threatening to spill again. "i let you because it's you. because i-" he swallows hard, eyes squeezing shut as if the next words hurt. "because i like you so much it makes me feel sick."

the air leaves jisungs lungs all at once. chenle shakes his head, letting out a humorless laugh that sounds more like a sob. "and i know i'm being pathetic, i can't even say it without crying or stripping my clothes off like that's the only way you'll ever want me, but..." he trails off, shoulders shaking. 

"that's what i want, jisung. i don't want to just be some project for you. i want-" he pauses, finally meeting jisungs eyes again, raw and unguarded. "i want you to actually want me back." jisung stares at him, throat tight, every word piercing like a knife.

"chenle," jisung breathes, stepping closer, hand twitching like he wants to reach out again but stopping short, hovering in the air. "i do, i already do. i told you yesterday, it's not just the pictures, or your body, or any of that- it's you. it's always been you. i like you."

chenles lips part, his eyes widening, but he doesn't say anything. not yet. instead, he just stands there, hoodie still clenched in one hand, chest rising and falling fast like he's trying to process the fact that jisung finally said it- out loud.

"then why did you ask jaemin?" chenle asks again, quieter this time, voice barely more than a breath. jisung sighs, dragging a hand through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots because he doesn't know how to explain any of it without sounding stupid.

"because i didn't want to make things worse by asking you," jisung mutters finally. "i thought- i thought you might misunderstand and think i only want you around to model." his voice dips softer at the end, heavy with honesty. he watches as chenle looks down, the corner of his mouth twitching like he's trying to hide something fragile.

"but i guess it did the opposite," jisung adds after a beat, the quiet settling thick between them. chenle lets out a small, disbelieving scoff, not looking up. "i thought you asked him because you didn't want me around anymore. at all."

the words land heavier than either of them expect, and jisungs chest tightens. he nods slowly- because yeah, he gets it. he gets why chenle thought that, why he'd come storming in like that, why he looked like the world was ending.

"i do want you around," jisung says, low, firm. "i want you around, like, all the time." chenle finally looks up, eyes glassy and uncertain. "i'm sorry," he whispers, but jisung just shakes his head, stepping closer, careful.

"don't be," jisung says softly. "i'm sorry, chenle. for making you think you weren't wanted. you're... kind of the only thing i can't stop wanting." and chenle doesn't answer, he just looks at him, eyes wet and unreadable, like he's still trying to figure out whether to run or stay.

"do you still have those pictures?" chenle asks after a moment, his voice quieter now, careful, like he's scared of what the answer might mean. jisung looks up, surprised. "uh, yeah- i do," he says, stepping back a little when chenle takes a hesitant step toward his room, like he's already made up his mind.

"can i see them?" chenle asks, and jisung swallows, nodding slowly.

chenle hasn't seen them, the nude photos. he hasn't seen the ones from his "intimacy in everyday life" project, either, the ones jisung spent nights editing until his eyes burned. he'd offered to show chenle them before, asked if he wanted to help choose which ones to submit, but chenle had only shrugged and said, you pick. you always know what looks best anyway.

he'd gotten an A on that project. highest mark in the class. his professor said something about how the photos captured connection- raw, vulnerable, unfiltered. jisung hadn't told them that it was all just chenle.

"yeah," jisung says quietly, moving to his laptop. the familiar whir of it starting up feels louder than usual in the silence. he feels chenle move in behind him, close enough that he can feel the heat from his body, the soft sound of his breathing.

jisung opens the folder, hesitates. part of him doesn't want to show them, not because he's ashamed, but because they feel too much, too personal- even if they are of the very boy who is asking to see.

chenle leans forward a little, peeking at the screen, his hand brushing jisungs shoulder accidentally, and jisung freezes. chenle doesn't notice, or pretends not to. he's picking at the skin around his thumb now, his nervous tell.

"you don't have to show me if you don't want to," chenle murmurs, voice soft, almost apologetic. jisung just shakes his head, clicking the folder open anyway. "no, i want to." and then the images fill the screen- light, skin, shadow, the curve of a jaw, the trace of fingers against collarbones. chenle inhales quietly behind him.

jisung doesn't turn around. he just watches the reflection of chenles face in the dark screen edge- eyes wide, lips parted, looking at himself like he's seeing something he never thought he'd be allowed to.

and for a moment, neither of them speaks. the room feels too full, like there's something humming in the air between them that neither of them knows what to do with. "do you like them?" jisung asks finally, his voice barely above a whisper. 

chenle doesn't answer right away. instead, he leans further over, their shoulders brushing as he reaches for the mouse, fingers brushing against jisungs in the process. "how do you always make me look so stunning?" chenle murmurs after a long pause, his tone soft but full of something that makes jisungs chest tighten. 

chenle swallows, his eyes moving slowly over his own reflection- his body half bathed in shadow, half in light, caught in that in-between place jisung always thought belonged only to him. "it's all you, chenle," jisung whispers, his voice quiet but certain. "there's nobody like you."

he doesn't realize he's looking at chenle now instead of the screen until chenles eyes flick up to meet his, the glow from the monitor washing both of them in a muted light that feels too intimate, too close.

then chenle scrolls down, slowly, almost hesitantly, until the images shift. the next few photos make him freeze. it's that series- the one where he was sitting on top of jisung, breathless and pink-cheeked, eyes glassy with something too raw to name.

chenles breath catches, a small gasp breaking the quiet. "jesus," he mutters, almost under his breath. "jesus in a good way?" jisung asks, and he hates how unsure he sounds, how his throat feels tight as he watches chenles reaction.

chenle nods, just once, eyes still glued to the screen. "yeah. in a good way." he scrolls a little further, and the next set of photos makes him pause again; his own body, caught mid-motion, the arch of his back, his hand between his legs, the way the light hit him just right.

"i really like it when you take pictures of me like this," chenle whispers, his voice trembling just slightly. jisung swallows, heart pounding so hard it hurts. "yeah?" he asks, trying to sound casual, but it comes out quiet, rough-edged.

chenle nods again, not looking away from the screen. "yeah," he says softly, like he's confessing something fragile and brand new, the words trembling at the edges. then, quieter- "i like it when you look at me."

jisung forgets how to breathe for a second. there's something about the way chenle says it, so bare, so unguarded, that makes the air between them shift. it hums, deep and electric, like the space itself is holding its breath.

"and when you watch me," chenle adds, voice even smaller now, eyes flicking from the glowing screen to jisungs face. "and when you tell me how to move." the words hang there, heavy, intimate, loaded with everything that hasn't been said before. 

jisungs throat feels dry; he can hear the faint click of the mouse under chenles restless fingers, feel the warmth radiating from where their knees almost touch.

"chenle..." jisung starts, but his voice falters, low and unsure. he wants to say something, anything, that won't ruin this delicate, trembling thing between them. but chenle just looks back at him, eyes wide and honest, like he's daring him to understand.

jisung swallows hard. his chest feels tight. the sound of chenles breathing, shallow and uneven, seems louder than anything else in the room. and when jisung finally looks at him, really looks at him, he realizes chenle isn't saying it to provoke him. he's saying it because it's true. because he wants to be seen, by him, and only him.

"have we made up?" chenle asks after a moment, voice soft and careful, like he's testing the air between them. jisung swallows, his heart still too loud in his chest, and nods. "yeah," he says quietly, "we have."

he watches the way chenles mouth twitches- how he tries not to smile, fails, and lets it spread anyway, a tiny, relieved curve that makes jisungs chest ache.

"you wanna keep being my model?" jisung asks then, breaking the silence before it stretches too far, and chenle looks up at him. for a second, there's that flicker of surprise, then something warmer, something that glows from the inside out.

"really?" chenle asks, almost shy, like he hadn't expected to be asked again. jisung nods, lips tugging into a small smile of his own. "yeah. really." and chenles face softens completely then, that same quiet smile settling there, eyes bright and full of something jisung doesn't quite know how to name.

"good," jisung murmurs, still smiling, the word sitting heavy with meaning neither of them says out loud. the moment lingers, slow, quiet, electric, before chenle lets out a little laugh, brushing his hair back. it feels like the kind of peace that only exists after chaos, fragile but real. and maybe, for now, that's enough.

"are you just going to follow me around campus all day?" chenle asks a few days later, glancing over his shoulder at jisung as he walks down the hall to his next class. jisung looks up from where he's fiddling with his camera, the corner of his mouth lifting. "pretty much," he says simply.

chenle scoffs, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh, but there's the faintest hint of a smile pulling at his lips before he turns away again. jisung lifts his camera, focuses the lens on him, chenle mid-step, light catching on his hair, the rest of the world fading into a soft blur behind him, and takes the shot.

perfect.

it's jisungs day off, technically, but he's decided to dedicate it entirely to this: following chenle around campus like a lovesick photographer on assignment. the "life on campus" project has somehow turned into "life with chenle," not that jisung's complaining.

jaemin took it well when jisung had awkwardly apologized the day before, explaining that he'd chosen chenle instead. jaemin just laughed, said he already knew that was going to happen, and told jisung to stop pretending it wasn't obvious.

so yeah, everyone knows. everyone knows chenle's become jisungs permanent muse. and somehow, the thought doesn't even embarrass him anymore.

because now, when he snaps a photo of chenle leaning against a railing or laughing at something on his phone, chenle doesn't shy away from the camera like he used to. he looks straight into the lens, like he knows exactly what jisung sees in him- like he's letting him see it.

and maybe, jisung thinks as he lowers his camera, that's the point of all of this. not just the photos, not even the project. it's this quiet, ongoing thing between them, this unspoken permission to keep looking.

and then they're in the library, quiet except for the faint hum of air conditioning and the sound of pages turning. chenle's biting his lip gently in concentration, eyes flicking over his notes, pencil tapping absently against the page. 

jisung sits across from him, camera resting in his lap, pretending to scroll through old photos even though he keeps lifting it- snapping another picture whenever chenle furrows his brows just a little too cutely.

he doesn't even realize how long he's been smiling until he catches himself snorting under his breath at one particular photo of chenle glaring down at his textbook like it's personally offended him.

"what're you laughing about?" chenle asks, not looking up at first, his tone lazy but teasing. jisung glances up, grinning. "you," he says, turning the camera to show him. "you're so cute when you study."

the words fall out before he can stop them, and it's only when chenle scoffs that jisung realizes what he's said. "that's a horrible picture," chenle says, shaking his head, though his voice is too soft to really mean it.

jisung looks back at the photo, still smiling. "hm. too bad," he murmurs, more to himself than anything, and goes back to flipping through the rest. chenle doesn't say anything for a while after that, but jisung can feel him watching. 

his chin propped on his hand, eyes flicking between his open notes and the boy across from him- watching the way jisungs mouth curves when he finds a photo he likes. "hey, jisung?" chenle says finally, voice low enough that it barely cuts through the still air between them.

jisung hums, eyes still on the camera. "yeah?" 

"do you wanna come over to mine after i finish classes? you can... keep taking pictures of me." jisungs head shoots up. his hands falter, camera nearly slipping from his grip. "your place?" he asks, heart thudding way too fast for something so simple. he's never been to chenles before. 

"yeah," chenle says, smiling faintly like he knows exactly what he's doing. "my place." jisung swallows, throat suddenly dry. "right. yeah, sure," he says, trying for casual, but it comes out a little too fast.

and when chenle goes back to his notes with that same quiet smile, jisung can't help but stare for a second longer- because now all he can think about is what, exactly, taking pictures at chenles place might mean.

and then, jisung is standing behind chenle with nothing more than himself and his camera as the boy punches in the key code to his apartment, his stomach doing that thing again- the weird flutter that makes him feel nervous for absolutely no reason.

the door clicks open. chenle slides his shoes off first, stepping inside with easy familiarity, and jisung follows, his movements slower, careful, like he's crossing into somewhere private.

he glances around, the place is surprisingly neat. not overly clean, but lived-in. plants on the window sill, a mug left on the counter, a soft, faint smell of detergent and something sweet.

"do you live alone?" jisung asks, slipping his shoes off beside chenles before stepping further inside. "i live with kun," chenle answers, stretching his arms above his head with a quiet groan. "he's at his boyfriend's tonight, though."

the casualness in his tone shouldn't make jisungs mouth go dry, but it does. "i didn't know he had a boyfriend," jisung says, just to say something. "yeah, he's dating ten hyung," chenle replies, and he says it so effortlessly, that soft, easy hyung rolling off his tongue, that jisung forgets how to breathe for a second.

it's not like he's never heard someone say it before. it's just... not from chenle. not in that voice. "you're 2001, right?" jisung blurts before he can stop himself. he tells himself it's casual, harmless curiosity. chenle turns halfway down the hallway, raising a brow. "yeah, why?"

"nothing," jisung says too quickly, and that's exactly what gives him away. for a moment, chenle just stares at him- then he bursts out laughing, the sound bouncing off the apartment walls. "oh my god," he gasps between giggles, looking at jisung like he's just uncovered a secret.

"what?" jisung asks, defensive already, cheeks warm. "i'm older than you, aren't i?" chenle says more than asks, still laughing, and jisung can only shrug helplessly. because yes. yes, chenle is older. 

"sorry," chenle snorts, turning away again, his voice slipping into something mock-sympathetic, "that i can't feed into your hyung kink." jisungs jaw drops. "who said i have a hyung kink?" he yells after him, his voice cracking just slightly- which only makes chenle laugh harder.

"you just looked like you did, idiot," chenle calls back, and jisung groans, rolling his eyes, though he can't stop the embarrassed smile tugging at his lips. "you're so annoying," jisung mutters, following after him down the hall.

jisung can only assume that the door around the corner at the end of the hallway, the one left slightly open, is chenles bedroom. so, after a quiet breath, he slips inside.

he's met with the sight of the older boy sprawled out across his bed, that same stupid grin stretching across his face, like he knows exactly what jisung's thinking. jisung just rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath, and sets his camera carefully down on the dresser near the door.

the room feels lived in- personal in a way jisung hasn't really seen before. his eyes drift as he takes it all in: basketball posters lining the walls, mostly stephen curry and golden state, trophies and medals stacked neatly on the shelf, a stray pair of sneakers abandoned near the bed. the sheets are a simple blue, slightly rumpled, and it makes him smile a little, because of course.

it's so chenle. not the polished, controlled chenle he sees on campus or through his camera- but the quieter, real one that lives here. "your room is very you," jisung notes finally, still looking around, his voice soft in the comfortable silence.

chenle scoffs, curling onto his side, resting his head in his hand, a small, playful tilt to his smile. "well, your room is very you," he fires back easily. "all artsy and emo." jisung laughs under his breath, the sound low, his lips twitching up into a grin before he can stop it.

jisung settles into the gaming chair at chenles desk, spinning slowly to face him, only to be met with that familiar smirk. "do you still wanna take pictures of me?" chenle asks, and jisung feels his chest warm despite himself. he shrugs, keeping it casual, like he doesn't notice the little hitch in his own breath.

"not sure how i feel taking pictures of you with curry in the background," jisung jokes, nodding toward the huge shrine of stephen curry behind chenles bed. chenle scoffs, glancing back at the posters. "you should feel blessed to be in the presence of the goat, stephen curry," he teases, turning back to jisung with a frown, as if challenging him. 

jisung just shakes his head quietly, smiling despite himself. chenle recovers quickly, crawling slowly toward the edge of his bed, the motion deliberate enough to make jisungs stomach tighten. "do you want to take pictures of me?" he asks again, voice softer this time, like he's testing him. jisung raises an eyebrow. 

"what about if i was naked?" chenle adds, tilting his head, his tone half teasing, half serious. jisung opens his mouth, trying to form an answer, but chenle interrupts him with a simple shrug, sliding off the bed as if daring him to respond.

"i'm gonna take a shower." chenle says, as casual as if he hadn't just dropped that suggestion, grabbing the towel off the back of his door. "be back soon," he adds, giving jisung a small, innocent smile, and then, almost mockingly, "hyung." before stepping out.

jisung shifts in his seat, unease and something more tangled knotting in his chest. he watches the door, the echo of chenles laugh and the teasing tone of his words lingering in the air.

the shower starts before long, soft water, faintly heard through the slightly open door, and jisung sits frozen for a beat too long, heart thudding in his ears. maybe this is a mistake, maybe this is exactly what he wants.

and either way, he knows he's not going to put the camera down.

jisung feels like he's sitting there for hours, head reeling, especially every time he glances over to the slightly open bathroom door with steam rolling out from the cracks. his camera still sits awhile away from him on the dresser, and he leaves it there, instead focusing on drying his sweaty hands over the pants of his spread legs. 

the air in the room feels thick, humid, heavy, and he can hear the echo of water dripping behind the door, each drop tightening the coil in his stomach. his eyes are still set on the bathroom door when it finally gets pulled back open about 10 minutes later. 

he watches as chenle, wearing nothing but a towel low around his pretty hips, leans against the door frame, eyes set back on jisung as he crosses his arms over his chest. steam curls around his shoulders, softens him, like he's stepping out of some dream jisung hasn't woken from yet.

jisung silently repositions himself, man spreading a little further and letting his head rest on his fist, elbow perched on the chairs arm. the movement feels casual, but it's not- he's all nerves and heat underneath, pretending to be comfortable when his pulse is anything but. 

chenle watches him, eyes running over jisungs frame, tongue swiping gently over his teeth. his hair falls wet over his forehead, a style jisung's never seen on him before, and jesus, it takes all of his willpower to stay seated.

"hm," chenle says after a second, voice still raspy from the steam. he pushes off the door frame and pads over to jisung, slow and deliberate, water still glinting over the curve of his collarbones. 

on the way, he picks up jisungs camera, fingers curling around it like he owns it, before he settles himself right in between jisungs spread legs, handing the camera down to him.

jisung takes it lazily, or tries to, his fingers brush chenles in the exchange, and the spark that jumps through him nearly makes him flinch. he plays it off, pretending to adjust the settings, pretending not to notice the way chenles towel shifts just slightly with every breath.

chenle leans in ever so slightly, his hair brushing gently on jisungs cheek, and jisung swears his breath hitches. "lay down on the bed," he whispers, and jisung nods, standing up despite how close chenle is standing, his hand going to chenles bare waist as he moves around him, ignoring the smirk on chenles face.

regardless of his nerves, he falls onto the bed, settling down to lay on his back. the sheets are cool under his skin, and the room feels like it's holding its breath right alongside him. he lifts his head ever so slightly to watch chenle drop his towel, the sound of it hitting the floor too loud in the quiet. 

then chenle crawls onto the bed, onto him, naked, and settles down gently on his stomach, hands pressed into jisungs chest like he's testing how far he can go. jisung can't find it in him to say anything. all he does is hold his breath and let his hands rest gently on chenles thighs, the warmth of his skin seeping into his palms. 

his camera, forgotten, falls somewhere beside them with a soft thud. chenle leans down again, bare chest pressing to jisungs clothed one, and the closeness, the heat, the quiet rhythm of chenles breath, jisung swears it's enough to undo him completely.

then chenle whispers something that almost actually kills park jisung on the spot.

"i want you to take photos of me while i ride you."

jisung gasps, hands tightening on chenles thighs before he even realizes it. the reaction makes chenle scoff softly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "you gonna say anything?" he asks, pulling back ever so slightly to look at him. 

jisung knows his face is red, too red, but it's somewhat satisfying to see that chenles own face isn't much different, pink creeping up his neck despite the steady act he's putting on. "i thought you liked it when i'm the one giving you orders," jisung mutters, his voice low, hands dragging higher up chenles thighs until chenles breath catches.

"tell me what to do, then," chenle murmurs, shifting ever so slightly where he's sitting, the motion small but enough to make jisungs jaw tighten. jisung tsks, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth. "ride me," he says finally, and the words hang in the air like a challenge, soft and electric all at once.

chenle chuckles, but it's quiet, uncertain at the edges, as he shifts back up, raising an eyebrow at jisung like he's waiting for him to take it back. but jisung doesn't. he just looks at him, eyes steady, chest rising and falling a little too fast.

"come on, chenle. you wanted it," jisung tells him, voice low, teasing. and this time, it's chenle who falters. jisung watches him swallow, throat working, eyes flicking down to where he's sitting, then back to jisungs face, like he's searching for permission he already has, like he's realizing just how far this is about to go.

and for a moment, neither of them moves. just breath, just heat, just that same quiet pull that's been building between them for too long, until chenle finally exhales, slow and deliberate, and leans down again.

his hands move under jisungs shirt, slow and deliberate, fingertips tracing over his ribs before he starts pulling the fabric upward. jisung feels every inch of that drag, the way chenles palms follow the lines of his torso, spreading warmth wherever they touch. when it reaches just above his chest, jisung leans up slightly, breath catching, letting chenle tug the shirt the rest of the way off.

it drops somewhere beside them, forgotten, and jisung falls back against the bed with a quiet exhale, a half-smirk tugging at his lips as he looks up at chenle. the boys gaze sweeps over him, open, unguarded, and jisung feels it like a touch, every second of it, the weight of chenles eyes burning against his skin.

then chenle leans down again, slower this time, his expression shifting into something careful, questioning. his eyes flicker up to meet jisungs, a silent ask, a heartbeat held between them. jisung doesn't say anything. he just watches, lips parted, waiting.

so chenle leans all the way down, his open mouth pressing softly against jisungs chest. jisungs breath stutters. a small, involuntary sound slips from his throat when chenles lips part again, leaving open-mouthed kisses down the line of his chest. 

chenle keeps his eyes on him the whole time, gaze dark, intent, like he's memorizing every reaction, and jisung can barely handle it. his hands twitch at his sides, fingers brushing chenles hair but not quite gripping.

when chenles hands slide lower, fingers deftly undoing the button of jisungs jeans, jisungs hips lift off the bed without him meaning to. it's instinct- a quiet, desperate motion that makes chenles lips curl faintly against his skin. jisung can hardly believe this is real.

he can't believe chenle, the zhong chenle, actually wants him like this. wants to be seen, touched, captured like this. wants him to take photos like this.

chenle leaves one last kiss against his chest, right over his heart, before pushing himself back up. jisung watches him pull the zipper down, slow and teasing, and then shift off to the side, fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans. he drags them down inch by inch, eyes flicking up every few seconds as if to check whether jisung will stop him. he doesn't.

jisung swallows hard, lifting his hips again to help, until the denim slides free from his legs and hits the floor with a muted thud. the room feels smaller now, quieter. chenle looks up at him through his lashes, mouth slightly open; that same telltale sign jisung has seen before, the one that gives away just how close chenle is to losing control.

jisung lifts an eyebrow at him, smirk tugging faintly at the corner of his mouth, a wordless challenge. so chenle answers it. his fingers slide beneath the waistband of jisungs boxers, slow, deliberate, his touch light enough to make jisung shiver. 

he pulls them down just as unhurriedly, letting the fabric drag down his thighs until it joins the rest of jisungs clothes on the floor. for a moment, neither of them move. it's just the sound of their breathing, quick and uneven.

then chenle shifts again, steadying himself as he swings a leg back over jisung, settling on his stomach once more. their skin meets, heat against heat, and jisung feels it all, the weight of chenle above him, the closeness, the way it's suddenly hard to tell where one of them ends and the other begins.

"hyung?" chenle whispers, the word barely breaking the silence between them- and he says it so casually that jisung almost forgets he isn't actually older. for a second, it feels natural, like it's always been that way. 

then he remembers who he's dealing with, chenle, who is only calling him hyung just to get a reaction, even now, when they're both sitting there completely naked. "hm?" jisung answers anyway, voice soft, distracted, because for that brief moment, he really did forget.

it makes chenle laugh; that quiet, melodic sound that always slips out when he's caught between teasing and being flustered. "i knew you like it when i call you hyung," he says, grin curling against his words. jisung rolls his eyes, exhaling through his nose, and reaches down to lightly smack chenles thigh in half-hearted reprimand.

"what do you want?" he asks instead, refusing to rise to the bait. chenle just giggles again, shoulders lifting before he lets out a soft sigh, all playful energy melting into something quieter. "there's lube under my pillow," he says, voice dropping a little, suddenly serious. "can you please grab it?"

and just like that, jisungs breath catches. his mouth goes dry, because oh. right. "oh," jisung echoes faintly, his voice smaller than he means for it to be. he shifts, twisting slightly beneath chenle to reach behind him, one hand steadying the boys thigh while the other slips under the pillow. 

the motion brings them impossibly close, skin brushing, breath mingling. jisung tries not to think about it, about the fact that chenle is watching him the entire time, quiet now, gaze steady.

his fingers finally find something cool and slick against the sheets, plastic, and when he pulls it out, the bottle catches the dim light. it's definitely used, and not just once. jisung feels the heat crawl up his neck but pretends not to notice, handing it off wordlessly.

chenle takes it, cheeks flushed, eyes darting away for the first time tonight. his lips part like he's about to say something, then close again. instead, he just bites down gently on his bottom lip, a faint pink blooming across his face as he turns the bottle in his hands- like the silence between them suddenly means something heavier than before.

"you gonna do anything, or just sit on my stomach forever?" jisung teases after a full minute passes, voice light but edged with something that makes chenles face go bright red.

chenle blinks, flustered, before nodding quickly and shifting up a little, moving to sit back against jisungs thighs. his hands fidget at his sides for a moment before his gaze flicks down,  and the moment he actually looks at jisungs dick, his cheeks somehow go even redder.

"i'm gonna-" chenle starts, then stops. swallows. his voice cracks halfway through, and it's clear he's trying to fight the nerves tightening his throat. jisung raises an eyebrow, amused, though he feels the same jittery rush under his own skin.

"gonna what?" jisung prompts, his tone teasing but soft enough not to scare him off. chenle swallows again, tilting his head like he's trying to collect himself. he pops open the cap of the lube with a small click, and the sound seems absurdly loud in the still room. 

"gonna-" he tries again, faltering, before he just makes a small, awkward gesture with his hand, miming the motion instead. "for a bit." jisung can't help it, a laugh slips out of him, short and quiet, but it makes chenles blush deepen even more.

it's always funny to jisung, the way chenle flips so fast. all confidence and control one moment, then soft and shy the next, unable to even say what he's about to do. he'll talk big, act bigger, and then when he's actually there, right there, all that bravado just melts away.

not that jisung's complaining. if anything, the sight of chenle like this, all nerves and trembling hands and quiet breath, makes something low in his stomach tighten. there's something real about it, something raw and human and unbearably attractive.

"go for it," jisung says finally, voice low, lips curling into the faintest smirk as he tilts his head against the pillow. chenle nods once, almost too quickly, eyes flicking up to meet jisungs before darting away again. 

he squeezes the bottle, pouring a bit of lube into his palm- the faint sound of it filling the space between them. and as he starts to spread it slowly over his hand, jisung can't help watching every movement, every breath, every flicker of hesitation that somehow only makes chenle look even more beautiful.

then, chenle leans forward just a little, and wraps his oh-so-soft hand around the base of jisungs already half-hard dick, and jisung gasps, just because chenle is actually touching him like this. "shit," jisung mutters as chenle drags his hand up slowly, eyes flicking to jisungs.

his hand moves deliberately, sliding up and down with a measured rhythm, feeling jisungs dick twitch gently in his palm. chenles eyes flick back down to his hand, and the subtle flick of his wrist makes jisungs breath shudder, quickening without him even realizing it.

"you look so pretty," jisung finds himself muttering, because he loves the look on chenles face when he's focused, even if it's on something as simple as giving jisung a hand job. the compliment seems to work in jisungs favor, because a small, shy smile creeps onto chenles face and his hand moves a little faster.

jisungs head rolls back on the pillow, eyes pressing closed, lips parting as heavier breaths escape him. his hand drifts to chenles thigh, nails pressing lightly into the skin, as chenles palm continues its careful motion over jisungs tip.

"feels good," jisung whispers, and chenle hums, shifting a little more where he's sitting on jisungs thighs. when jisung glances back down, he notices chenle starting to get hard too, and it makes his chest tighten.

"i really wanna ride you," chenle mutters, a little desperate, shifting again, hand still moving as jisung continues to get harder. "ride me, then," jisung breathes back, voice soft and a little shaky, trying to keep his eyes on chenle but struggling to keep his head from tilting back.

chenle bites his lip, nodding, and his free hand reaches for the lube again. his movements slow, then stop, and jisung lets out a small noise at the sudden loss of contact, but it barely matters as chenle shifts to kneel just above him.

he pours a little more onto his hand, leaning down to spread it along jisungs cock. his eyes lock with jisungs, silent and intense, like he's asking for permission to go further, but jisung doesn't answer. instead, he grabs chenles thighs, grounding him, keeping them both in this quiet, suspended moment.

"wait," jisung whispers, even though every part of him wants chenle to sink down on him. "you need to stretch yourself out," he says softly, and he watches as a pink flush spreads up chenles neck. "i already did..." chenle murmurs, hand still casually moving.

jisung furrows his eyebrows, hips lifting slightly on instinct. "in the shower," chenle adds quietly, and jisung can't stop a little laugh from slipping out. "you really planned this out, didn't you?" jisung teases, voice light but edged with something else, and chenle tsks, embarrassed, hiding his smile.

"shut up," chenle mutters, still pink, still flustered, but there's a spark in his eyes that makes jisung grin all the more. then, chenle shifts a little more, moving until he's positioned directly above jisung. "grab your camera," he mutters, and as soon as jisung reaches for it, chenle sinks himself down on jisungs dick.

both of them gasp, and jisung glances up just in time to catch chenles eyebrows furrowing, lips parting slightly as he continues to sink down. his hands press lightly on jisungs stomach to steady himself, small shivers running through him with each subtle shift.

"shit, chenle," jisung breathes, trying his best not to thrust up, letting chenle find his rhythm as he sinks down. every movement, every small adjustment feels deliberate, weighted with the kind of closeness that makes his heart pound.

when jisung is fully inside, chenle exhales with a low sigh, head tilting to the side as he catches his breath. jisungs fingers brush back to chenles thigh, tracing small, soothing circles as he fiddles with turning on his camera.

"take your time," jisung whispers, voice soft and grounding. chenle nods against him, eyes still closed, and for a few moments, it's just them- heat, quiet, and the slow pulse of anticipation stretching between them.

"is your camera on?" chenle asks through a breath, tilting his head back just enough to look down at jisung. jisung nods, lifting his camera with careful fingers. "take photos of me," chenle adds, shifting slightly in a way that makes a small, involuntary sound escape jisungs chest.

jisung tries to ignore the rush of sensation, focusing instead on the viewfinder as chenle eyes flick back down with a small, soft smile. pleasure clouds chenles expression, and jisung can't help but feel the pull of it, the way it makes his chest tighten.

"roll your head back," jisung murmurs, voice low and steady. chenle snorts lightly, letting his head fall back, and the sound of jisungs camera capturing a picture fills the quiet room.

even that small noise seems to set chenle off- a low, involuntary moan escapes him, and jisung can't help the way it makes his chest lift, how the tension between them coils tighter. and then chenle moves, hips lifting just a fraction before grinding back down, and jisung swears his head spins.

"fuck," he mutters, hand tightening on chenles thigh as the boy continues to fuck himself down on jisung, body stretching and head tilting back in that way that makes him look impossibly pretty. jisung can't help lifting his camera again, snapping more pictures despite himself.

chenle lets out gentle whines, hands pressing into jisungs stomach for support as he thrusts down, and jisung can't resist- he grinds up into chenle, watching the subtle reactions, the small noises, the arch of chenles back.

"you're so pretty," jisung murmurs, camera still lifted, capturing every moment as he fucks into chenle. chenles eyes squeeze shut, breath coming faster, cheeks darkening at the compliment. "you feel good," chenle replies in a low moan, rolling his hips forward, and jisung can't help the shiver that runs through him at the sound.

jisung keeps his camera lifted, watching chenles reactions with a mix of fascination and heat. every small shift, every flicker of expression makes his chest tighten. he drags a hand lightly over chenles back, nails brushing along the curve of his spine as chenle rolls his hips again, letting out a soft whine that makes jisungs lips twitch.

"look at me," jisung whispers, voice low, and chenle obeys, eyes opening just enough to meet his. there's a spark in them, half mischief, half surrender, and jisung swears his heart skips. "you're too much," chenle breathes, hand still pressing against jisungs stomach, fingers tightening slightly as if grounding himself. 

jisung smirks, shifting the camera slightly to catch the way chenles cheeks are flushed, the way his chest rises and falls. "so pretty," jisung murmurs again, letting the words hang, teasing but soft. chenle swallows, lips parting in a tiny gasp, and jisung can't stop the small grin tugging at his own lips.

for a few quiet moments, they just move like that- breath and heat and silent communication, camera clicking intermittently, capturing more than just images. it's all tension and closeness, a slow burn that neither of them wants to break, and jisung knows he could stay like this forever, just watching chenle, feeling the small shivers, the soft moans, the way chenle melts into every little movement.

jisung grinds up slightly into chenle, letting the weight of him press down just a little more, feeling the warmth, the subtle tremble of chenles movements. his hand drifts over chenles back again, nails grazing gently as he watches the faint rise and fall of chenles shoulders, the way his lips part and his breath hitches.

"keep looking at me," jisung whispers again, almost a command, and chenle obeys, eyes locking with his. there's a flicker of heat, vulnerability, and mischief all tangled together, and jisungs chest tightens at it.

"you feel... so good," chenle murmurs, a low sound that makes jisung smirk, fingers tightening just a touch on chenles thighs. chenle swallows, flushing deeper, but he keeps grinding down, and that's all jisung needs to keep the teasing going.

jisung tilts the camera slightly, catching the curve of chenles neck, the soft flush creeping down his chest, the subtle shiver rolling through him with every small shift. "so beautiful," jisung murmurs, letting the words linger between them, heavy and warm. 

chenles eyes flutter closed, lips parting in a soft gasp, and jisung can't help the small, satisfied smile tugging at his own mouth..  jisung keeps a hand on chenle, steadying, teasing, grounding, and chenle leans into every touch, letting the small whines and soft murmurs fill the quiet space around them. 

jisungs head tilts, eyes tracking every subtle motion, every small gasp, every flicker of chenles flushed cheeks.  he feels it, the tension, the teasing, the unspoken connection, stretching out, thick and heavy, and he knows they could stay like this for hours, lost in the heat and closeness of it all. 

then, chenle grinds down a little harder, movements picking up, and jisung lets out a quiet moan, head falling back against the pillow again.

he sets his camera down for a moment, resting it against his chest as he focuses entirely on the feeling of chenle fucking down on him; the subtle roll of his hips, the quiet noises slipping past his lips. he doesn't even notice chenle lifting his camera, fingers brushing over it carefully.

"hyung," chenle breathes, and jisung looks up, eyes meeting the camera lens just as chenle snaps a picture. jisung snorts, breath catching. "what're you doing?" he pants, feeling chenles movements slow slightly as he squints through the viewfinder.

"you look hot," chenle murmurs, voice low, and the compliment makes jisung gasp, unconsciously grinding up into chenle in a little jolt that draws a sharp gasp from the boy above him. "put the strap around your neck," jisung murmurs, voice ragged, unsure if he can hold still any longer.

chenle frowns, pink blooming across his cheeks, but obeys, slipping the strap over his head before lifting the camera back to his eyes. jisung, reassured that the camera won't fall, grabs chenles hips and fucks up into him, pace quickening, urgent, unrelenting.

just as jisung suspected, chenle gasps sharply, back arching, and the camera slips slightly in his hands, catching on the strap just in time. "fuck," chenle moans, adjusting, hands shifting to hold himself steady as his hips meet jisungs rhythm, matching it instinctively.

the room fills with the sound of their breaths, small gasps, and the muted click of the camera when chenle remembers about it. jisung keeps his hands firm on chenles hips, tracking every motion, every subtle reaction, while chenles eyes flick from jisung to the camera and back, a mix of focus, heat, and something soft at the edges.

for a few suspended moments, it's just them- moving together, teasing, testing, pushing, all tension and closeness and quiet connection, each breath drawing them tighter into the shared rhythm of the moment.

jisung keeps his grip on chenles hips, letting the motion guide them both, and chenle puts the camera on the bed before he leans down slightly, forehead brushing against jisungs shoulder. their breaths mingle, ragged and low, and jisung can't help but notice the way chenles eyes flutter shut each time their bodies shift together.

"hyung," chenle whispers again, voice softer this time, almost vulnerable, and jisung smirks, tightening his hold just enough to draw a quiet gasp. "look at hyung," jisung murmurs, voice low and teasing. 

chenles eyes open slightly, catching jisungs gaze, and the small, fleeting connection makes jisungs chest tighten. he picks up the camera briefly, snapping another photo of chenles expression, flushed, focused, and impossibly pretty, and chenle shivers at the sound, lips parting in a soft, involuntary moan.

jisung adjusts slightly beneath him, pace deliberate but unrelenting, watching how chenle reacts to every tiny movement. chenles hands press into jisungs chest, gripping lightly as if to steady himself, and jisung can feel the small tremors rolling through him.

"so fucking pretty," jisung breathes, words soft but firm, letting chenle hear the weight behind them. chenle swallows, flush deepening, and for a moment, he freezes; just long enough for jisung to notice every detail: the curve of his neck, the slight tilt of his head, the faint quiver of his hands.

then chenle shifts again, moving just enough to respond, small sounds escaping him as jisung matches every subtle motion, grounding him, teasing him, keeping the rhythm tight and intimate. for a few suspended breaths, it's just them- heat, closeness, shared tension, the camera clicking quietly in between, capturing the moment that feels like it could stretch forever.

"come here," jisung whispers, and chenle opens his eyes briefly, before leaning down a little, hips still moving. jisung places his camera down on the bed next to them, before he grips chenles hair, pulling him down until their lips meet. 

chenle gasps into his mouth like he hadn't expected it, but just as quickly, he relaxes, mouth moving against jisungs as jisung continues to fuck up into him. chenle moans into his mouth, and jisung takes the opportunity to press his tongue into chenles mouth, adoring the way chenle responds, pressing his tongue against jisungs.

then, just because jisung can't help it, he pushes chenle away a little, only to pick him up and throw him down onto the bed next to him. chenle gasps, eyes wide, but before he can even say anything, jisung moves to spread his legs, pushing right back inside him. 

chenle arches off the bed, hands flying up to wrap around jisungs neck, his face heating as he lets out a moan. jisung fuck into him harder now that he has better leverage, moaning as chenle squeezes a little around him.

"shit," jisung mutters, looking down briefly to where their bodies meet, but chenle just grabs him by the hair, forcing him up until their lips meet again. this time, chenle lingers, teeth grazing jisungs bottom lip before he parts them, and jisung shivers at the sharp, delicate pressure. 

he presses back harder, thrusting faster, letting chenles reactions guide him, and chenle bites back a moan, fingers digging into jisungs shoulders. the air around them feels thick, their breaths mingling, hands fumbling over exposed skin, seeking. 

jisung leans down, whispering chenles name into the hollow of his throat, making chenle arch closer, desperate. they move together, a rhythm forming, soft and frantic, until the room fills with the sound of their moans.

jisung pulls back just slightly, enough to press his forehead against chenles, both of them panting, eyes dark and wide. chenles chest rises and falls rapidly, and jisung can't help but smirk. "the- the camera," chenle manages in a breath, but jisung just shakes his head.

"fuck that," he whispers, pulling chenles blanks up further, "you're so much prettier when i'm not just looking at you through a viewfinder," he adds, and chenle only moans again, head tilting and eyes pressing shut.

"hyung," chenle moans, which only makes jisung more cocky, a smirk spreading over his face as he fucks harder into chenle. "yeah, baby?" jisung teases, watching as chenle shivers in response, his body arching up again.

"i'm gonna cum," chenle whines, hand moving to his own dick. "yeah," jisung says through a breath, "me too," he adds, picking up his pace, watching chenle jerks himself off to match the speed. then, chenle gasps, eyes rolling back, hips lifting, before he cums onto himself.

jisung pulls out, replacing the warmth of chenle with his own hand, before he cums with a low moan over chenles stomach. "shit," chenle breathes, watching as jisung settles on his knees, both of them panting lightly.

jisung looks up at chenle, watching his chest rise and fall, and he can't hold back anymore. "i'm so in love with you, chenle," jisung confesses. chenle gasps at the words, eyes flicking up to meet jisungs. "really?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper, and jisung shrugs gently with a small nod.

"i-" chenle starts, mouth parting a little, before closing again as he swallows. "i love you," he replies gently, and jisung feels a stupid, uncontainable smile spread across his face. he leans forward, pressing his mouth against chenles again, slow, lingering, tasting him.

chenle giggles softly, a sound like it could shatter the quiet, before he pushes up into jisung, kissing him back with all the intent of his heart. their hands roam, fingers tangling in hair and skin.

jisung pulls back just enough to press his forehead to chenles, whispering against his temple, "i'm never letting you go." chenle just smiles, eyes closed, nuzzling into him, letting the words sink in, before their mouths find each other again, soft and desperate and entirely theirs.