- 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐱

Chapter 2

"Shit, I'm sorry I'm late."

Felix's POV:

I was setting up the lighting for a shoot when the door of the studio swung open and Hyunjin walked in, apologizing for running late. 

I smile at him and shake my head, "No, it's fine. You're not late," I watched as Hyunjin looked around the studio in awe. Hyunjin was dressed in faded light blue jeans and a white shirt, his blonde hair was done in a half ponytail. I would be lying if I said I didn't find that attractive. 

"Wow, this place is so... aesthetically pleasing," Hyunjin glanced at me as I went back to finish setting up the camera. "Thanks, it's all Dad's work," I replied and finished what I was doing before turning around to face him. 

"Dad has already sent the line of clothing he wants shots of for today. I have an appointment with a client in 10 minutes so, until then you can get ready for your shoot," I say before motioning Hyunjin to follow me back to a room. It was the dressing room and there was a rack of clothes kept near one wall of the room, while the other side had a big dressing table covering the whole wall. 

"Our stylist will help you with the makeup and hair," I glanced at Hyunjin who looked down at him and nodded, "Okay, I got that. How long do you think your shoot will take?" he asked, leaning against the table, his hands in his pockets. 

I glanced at my watch. "About half an hour, it's not a big one. See you in half an hour, Hyunjin", I smile shyly, running my fingers through my hair. I still haven't forgotten the feeling of Hyunjin's soft lips on my skin. It's crazy that I'm even flustered by this because I'm straight and I have always been straight. I quickly turn away to hide the deep red that coloured my cheeks, "I'll the stylist know that you're here," I say and leave Hyunjin to go meet the client I had an appointment with.

Hyunjin's POV:

I watched him leave and glanced at the rack of clothes. I mentally counted them and realised there were about 20 clothes on the rack and gasped. I was about to walk over to take a look at them when a girl in her mid-20s came in. Dressed in a professional suit with a heavy-looking bag in her hand. She bowed and smiled before placing the bag on the counter. 

"Hello, sir. I'm Nami. Your stylist for the day!" she says, looking at me. I bowed back and stood there, not knowing what to do. She moves closer to me and points at the chair. I glance at it and then back at her and quickly understand that she wants me to sit down and I step back, sitting down. 

"So, uhm... how does this whole thing work? There are like 20 outfits in there, will we be able to finish today?" I asked Nami who had moved to the cloth rack and was already picking out an outfit. 

She giggled hearing my question. "Well, no. You'll be doing the first 10 outfits today and you'll come back tomorrow to take more pictures."

She came back with an outfit and handed it to me. "I'll wait right outside the door. You can call me once you change into the outfit," Nami gives me a friendly smile before walking out, closing the door behind her. 

Once she closed the door, I placed the outfit on the chair and stripped off the white shirt I was wearing. I glanced at my toned abs in the mirror before taking the outfit. It was a linen jacket piece with matching pants to go with it. I remove my jeans as well and place them neatly before putting on the pants and wearing the jacket. Then I knocked on the door, letting Nami know that I was done. She opened the door and gasped seeing my exposed abs, her eyes met mine with embarrassment as she flushed. 

"I'm sorry, I haven't worked with a model as handsome as you in a while," she compliments and I just smirk to myself. 

"So, what next?" I ask as she takes my shirt and puts it on a hanger before placing it on the rack.