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“Lim Jaebeom you are absolutely not wearing that.” Jinyoung’s voice cuts through the din of the dressing room straight to the other side, where Jaebeom was standing surrounded by stylists and makeup noonas.
The stylists sigh in disappointment and glance at each other, they’d been so close to getting away with it this time. They make space in the circle as Jinyoung stomps up and begins buttoning up Jaebeom’s denim shirt until it’s practically at his throat.
“Jinyoungie I can’t breathe,” Jaebeom whines as he futilely tries to flail away from his boyfriend’s grasp. One glare from Jinyoung has the leader of the group obediently standing still though. After a few moments of desperate begging, the stylists convince the actor idol to undo at least the top button of the shirt so Jaebeom’s neck is visible. Begrudgingly, Jinyoung complies, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend’s exaggerated gasps of air after.
Jaebeom turns to the mirror and looks at his new, buttoned up styling, humming in approval. “My Jinyoungie is so possessive,” he turns to smile widely at the other man, “you don’t want me showing off my six pack?” Jinyoung doesn’t deign to respond as he turns around and walks away, throwing a raised middle finger up when his boyfriend shouts, “don’t worry baby! I’ll keep the good stuff only for you!”
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The photo studio echoes with the sound of camera shutters before it abruptly cuts off. “Ahem….Jaebeom-ssi…could…could you please…uhm.”
Jaebeom swings his gaze from where he had been staring (glaring) to the side and fixes it on the photographer, who visibly flinches at the leader’s look, “what?”
The staff all shift uncomfortably before someone pushes Jaebeom’s manager to the front. He takes a few steps forward and clears his throat, “Jaebeom-ah…can you try to have another expression other than…the one you have now.”
If anything, that has the opposite of the desired effect. Jaebeom’s countenance turns even darker, annoyance now emanating from the set of his shoulders too, “what expression?”
His manager looks to either side of him for help but finds none, “...well you look kind of…angry right now.”
Just as Jaebeom’s expression turns outright furious, a laugh echoes from the other side of the studio and the leader’s fury shifts off his manager towards the source of the mirthful sound. He’s up and striding towards the noise before anyone can stop him - not that anyone would have dared to try anyway.
Jaebeom drags Jinyoung away from his corner of the shoot, grip tight against the other man’s bicep. Jinyoung lets himself be pulled away, still laughing at whatever had been said a few moments ago. He’s still chuckling as his back is slammed against a wall the second they turn a corner, eyes crinkling with an entirely new humor as he meets the gaze of his fuming boyfriend.
“So I’m barely allowed to show my neck but you’re out here with your entire tits out for the world to see? That’s how this works?” Jaebeom growls out between clenched teeth, crowding up against Jinyoung, blocking him off with his shoulders and caging him in.
Jinyoung giggles, looking up beneath his eyelashes as he sing-songs, “but hyung don’t I look good?” Slowly he reaches up and undoes one more button on his denim shirt, loving the way Jaebeom’s breathing goes uneven as even more skin is revealed. Then, he slips out from under a speechless Jaebeom’s arm and skips away, adding an extra sway to his hips because he knows he’s being watched as he goes.