FELIX ONESHOTS! (bxb)

Let's Show Them We Are Better (MINLIX)

Now playing: Paris by The Chainsmokers

Continuation from the 'Let this be our lesson in love' CHANLIX chapter

TW: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

The sound of multiple cameras flashing and lights flickering filled the room. There were other people in the room other than the photographers and the model himself; the make-up artists, the stylists, the manager, Minho; everyone was there and quietly gazing at the masterpiece made in front of them.

Watching Felix work was something that the older enjoyed; he liked the amount of focus the freckled boy would put and how hard he would try his best. All of his works would come out amazing and once it was published, the crowd would go crazy for his visuals. Photographers would ask for him instead of the young model waiting for the application and after he had worked with them, he would receive praises about how perfect he was with mastering all the angles to look absolutely stunning.

And they were no liars. Felix, on paper, looked so pretty with the products he displayed and gained so many eyes of new fans; young and old. Not only that but whenever he would promote a product, it would most definitely be sold out within a few weeks which gained many big brands asking for him to promote their own products.

But there was something even better about the freckled boy that is just beyond the photos; seeing it in person was much more euphoric than ever.

Minho remembered the first time he had watched Felix model and that was when he was still a rookie. The younger was shy and was very stiff to the point where his photos would sometimes come out looking awkward, it only happened whenever there was someone other than the photographer in the same room with him. But as time passed on, the older showed nothing but support and the freckled boy had eventually gained more confidence in displaying his skills to work, regardless if he had an audience watching him.

His whole attitude would change once he was on set and he would be a person that would fit the theme for any photoshoot. Give him flowers and chocolates, he would show his perfect white teeth and gaze lovingly to the camera; give him a product to promote, he would put on a face that would make anyone stop on their tracks just to see; give him an outfit and add in a little smoky effect to the background, he would look like he came out of a movie poster.

The whole process of watching him model was Minho's favorite.

This was no different case.

There, Felix was sitting down, his back against the wall as his eyes were avoiding the camera. The theme for this photo shoot was a party so there were balloons, empty cups, booze, and all sorts of things that you would find in a party. His make-up was top-notch; he had a smoky eye-shadow and eyeliner which was then decorated with rhinestones under his eye. There wasn't much foundation on his cheeks so his freckles were visibly displayed for everyone to see as it was accompanied with glitter.

He had worn a mesh shirt with a leather jacket over it, tucked in his black pants in which he also had a half skirt wrapped around his waist. The photographer was praising the freckled boy as he continued to walk about the set to take more pictures, sometimes even coming up close to get a few shots.

Minho couldn't pry his eyes off him, not as he wanted to, anyways. He had always wondered how a person like Felix exists; how someone so pure and angelic be put into this cruel world.

The older grew up in a terrible neighborhood. His parents were nothing but a bunch of drug addicts and he had to be put into a foster home once they were taken away. Nobody even dared to go near him; with a face like his and since he was always cold to the people that actually tried to talk to him, everyone found him intimidating and scary.