The Butterfly Phantasy // Wowkwan

Chapter 8

 Once he woke up, he ran in the shower, and got ready as fast as he could. Since he felt pretty safe around Sehyoon, and the weather seemed to be fairly hot, he opted for a long thin flowy black skirt, with a simple t-shirt tucked in it. He did his hair and makeup as usual, and left the apartment. He stopped on his way to get coffee, and asked Sehyoon if he wanted one. After having to insist a little, the boy finally answered with the type of coffee he liked, and Byeongkwan grabbed one for him. He had to stop himself from going over the speed limits, to get to the place the MV was going to be shot at. He asked staff whee he could find Sehyoon, and they briefly indicated him where he should be. He walked there, two coffee in one hands, and the outfits in the other.

What he didn't expect, was to almost drop them as soon as he entered the room.

"Oh, sorry, sorry!" He apologized and turned around on himself. "I should have knocked before!"

"I-It's okay, don't worry!" Sehyoon was quick to grab a t-shirt that was laying there. "I wanted to get changed before you arrived, but I realized you were the one bringing the outfits. I'm dumb sometimes."

"No, you're not dumb!" Once Sehyoon was dressed, he turned around to face him. "You're not used to that stuff, it'll come with time, and experience. Here is your coffee." He said as he set aside the two cups on a small table. "And here are the outfits. Once again, I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, really Byeongkwan." Sehyoon reassured him with a smile. "And well, you're my stylist, you're bound to see me shirtless one day."

Oh how Byeongkwan wished he could see Sehyoon shirtless outside of work. From what he had seen, the man had a very toned body, more on the muscular side, whereas Byeongkwan leaned more towards the thin side. His belly and chest muscles were defined, but still looked very soft, and yeah, Byeongkwan stared a bit too much, that's a fact.

"I think I'm good?" Sehyoon stated softly. "You can turn around, a thing you didn't have to do in the first place."

"It just felt like I was intruding, I'm sorry." He smiled as he contemplated his work. "Aaah, even large clothes compliment your shape, it's really not fair."

Sehyoon blushed at Byeongkwan's whine, which made the smaller man chuckle. He approached the singer to get his collar right, and noticed the littlest bit of ink peaking on his neck.

"You have a tattoo?" Byeongkwan asked, his tongue speaking faster than he could think. He hadn't realized earlier, too stunned to think.

"Yeah, I do." He smiled. "It's hidden by the clothes, but I can show you later if you want? The agency told my other stylist that it didn't have to be hidden."

"Oh, alright." Byeongkwan smiled. "This is cool, it'll make very pretty outfits."

He took a step back, and inspected his work, a hand on his hip, his weight balanced on his right leg. He seemed to scan Sehyoon up and down for a while, before smiling.

"Very pretty. But again, you'd look good in a plastic bag." Byeongkwan rolled his eyes.

"You're just trying to flatter me." He said softly. "I couldn't rock a skirt like you do, I know that."

Was this flirting? None of them even knew, but Sehyoon blushed at his own comment, and Byeongkwan's eyes started glistening, as he trapped his bottom lip between his teeth for half a second. Their moment was interrupted by the director, coming in to get Sehyoon for his makeup. Even though he wanted too, Byeongkwan just stayed in here, arranging the outfit for the next scene.

The shooting took most of the day, and ended very late. They called it a day early in the morning, and were asked to be back by 9 a.m. Byeongkwan bowed and waved goodbye to everyone, his eyes lingering just a little longer on Sehyoon. He left the building in which they were filming, and headed home, his mind racing like crazy. He knew that he was feeling things for Sehyoon, but it was wrong, it had to be right? Sehyoon was basically his boss, he couldn't be feeling like that for him and-

"Hey, Kwan, you good?" Junhee asked. "How long have you been standing here?"

He didn't even realize he had gotten home, and inside the apartment. Kim Sehyoon was completely occupying his whole mind, and he didn't know how to function like that. He had crushes, lots of them, and he fell in love before. But it never felt as overwhelming as it was now.

"Do you want to talk?"

And in just one second, Byeongkwan felt himself nod eagerly, discarding his shoes shortly after. Junhee led him to the couch, and he sat in a way that let Byeongkwan rest his head on his lap. He let his finger run through the boy's hair, trying to soothe his racing mind.

"How wrong is it too have feelings for someone at work?" Byeongkwan just blurted out.

"Oh wow, we went from 'he's pretty', to full blown feeling huh?" Junhee chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, making Byeongkwan pout. "Don't make that face pretty boy, I'm teasing. And to answer your question, I do not think that's wrong. I mean, I'm not one to talk, I'm dating my own apprentice. Why would that be wrong?"

"Because, I don't know..." He sighed. "Earlier, I saw him like, shirtless. And I didn't mean too, but now I can't stop thinking about it, and it feels like I am intruding so much, and I hate myself for thinking about him this way."

"Hey hey, slow down cowboy." Junhee patted his head. "Listen, you can't help those thoughts, and the fact that you're attracted to him makes it worse. Have you stared at him? Like did you make him stay half naked for your own pleasure?"

"No! Of course not!" Byeongkwan argued as he sat up, offended. "I'm not a pig, I turned around and waited for him to put on something."

"Then you didn't do anything wrong." Junhee added. "You think he's nice, and that his body is attractive, from what you saw. Of course you're bound to think about him. You're not doing anything wrong." He articulated all of the words. "You're just thinking too much again. You like the guy? Then shoot your shot!"

"You think? I mean, we're going out for coffee Saturday, should I just try something, or..."

"You're the one to judge of that, you know?" The taller man smiled a bit. "I'm not about to tell you what you have to do. I think you know, you've always known."