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Minho was in a devilish teasing mood. He poked at Seungmin’s ribs beside him, prompting slight twitches from the man. Lucky for Minho, they had a bright concept for this photoshoot. He was positioned beside his puppy dongsaeng, the gagwanz concept long abandoned. They put on trained smiles for the camera, the kind with squinting eyes and pearly whites on full display.
Seungmin’s beautiful teeth appeared in the periphery of Minho’s vision, making his grin stretch impossibly wider. Well, he had no reason to put on a cool facade now.
They were guided into different poses after every few snaps of the camera, and Minho found himself stuck to Seungmin’s side the whole time. He was basically dancing on cloud nine. When the staff suggested more playful poses, the rabbit reincarnation of a man jumped at the chance to give a brief side hug to his boyfriend. He caressed the furry vest that complemented Seungmin’s soft features, giggling in delight like a madman. The sharp eyes disappeared behind Minho’s childlike smile which took over his expression.
The next series of poses involved them half-kneeling on the floor, huddled together to fit everyone in frame. The colourful knitwear Seungmin donned was a harmony of navy, pink, and white. It ignited Minho’s urge to squish his adorable Minnie in a (lovingly) suffocating embrace. Sadly, there were countless staff members toiling about and the idols had to stay professional for the cameras, so he could only place his arms across Seungmin’s back, hidden to the world.
(Off topic, but Minho had almost admitted aloud one time that he loved Seungmin’s wide back that left him built like a model. That thought made his ears warm ever-so-slightly.)
Soon, they changed into new outfits for the second concept. The earlier cuddle session gave a huge dopamine boost to both idols and made them all giggly throughout the couple photos. Every take was peppered (read: blessed) with uncontrollable fits of laughter that echoed through the studio, infecting every passing being.
The director eventually forced them to take a 5-minute breather to collect themselves before resuming with calmer solo shots. It took another half an hour before they finally wrapped up the photoshoot. Phew! Seungmin’s cheeks were sore from smiling behind the camera at Minho’s stunning photos. Minho returned a dopey smile, moving to find the taller man to return to their waiting room together.
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After the shoot, he claimed the seat beside Seungmin in the furthest back row of the van. That left the rest of Babyracha sitting in the middle row. They quickly dozed off, each of them listening through one side of the shared earphones. The low hum of traffic in the backdrop formed the perfect atmosphere for cuddles. That meant no witnesses, no distractions - it was go-time!
Minho scooted the teeniest bit closer to his dongsaeng’s side. His lover was doing something unimportant on his phone while sporting a neutral expression. Even in the dim lighting, he admired the long lashes that fluttered each time Seungmin blinked at the screen. It complemented his flawless face, stealing Minho's breath away. That happened a lot more often now that he could stare unabashedly at Minnie as he had always wished he could.
Minho placed his hand gingerly over Seungmin’s left hand resting on his lap. Slim fingers entwined with his own, their palms melding together with unspoken affection. When Minho chanced a glance up away from their hands, his stomach did a somersault. The slight curve of Seungmin’s lips revealed his perfect row of teeth.
Time must have stopped for a while because Minho forgot how to move. They got lost in each other’s eyes, worlds apart from the usual teasing glares displayed on camera.
Seungmin’s bright laugh helped Minho to snap out from his daze. A tingle ran up the older man's spine, sending shivers through his body. Minho gripped his hands tighter around Seungmin’s, mirroring the fond smile on his boyfriend's face. The brown-haired man sank lower in his seat and laid his head on the strong shoulders beside him. Seungmin sighed contentedly, melting into the warmth and hoping that the moment could last forever. With a slight smile tugging on his lips, Minho closed his eyes, cocking his head onto the mop of brown hair and basking in the blissful silence.