D!CKHEAD | Lee Haechan

do not touch ⚠️

"He's still not back?" Renjun asked with surprise as he placed the almost finished painting under his bed to work on at the next scheduled day

"His dad probably wanted him to stay another night" Arin shrugged, covering herself with Renjun's blanket as Jaemin got off the bed from behind her, walking to his and planting himself on top

"Or he's in big trouble for taking that car" Jaemin chuckled dryly, resting his head against the two of his hands

"Im surprised the Mustang even lasted the whole trip" Renjun chuckled, grabbing his keycard and shoving it into his jeans pocket

"Alright, see you guys for dinner" he said opening the door to let himself out

"Buy me some chips!" Jaemin shouted as the door closed behind him. His eyes shifted to Arin who remained on Renjun's bed, not moving an inch

"Everything okay?" Jaemin asked, propping his body up onto his elbows, seeing her body loosely draped with the white blanket

"Yeah just...too tired to get up" she said hesitantly, brain wracking with thoughts on how to execute the plan she had been advised by Somi earlier that day. She didn't exactly feel too up for it, the gameplan seemed to only backfire on her. She wondered how these boys even had a way to not get attached to the girls they've been with.

"You look very pretty" Jaemin said, complimenting her from his bed as they remained at a great distance from each other. His words almost made her stomach churn, her eyes catching his immediately as a sense of nervousness creeped in.

"Are you getting shy?" Jaemin chuckled with slight surprise as he watched her cheeks flare up with a tinge of red, his eyes scanning the desk beside his bed to see his camera lying peacefully against the wooden top.

"Think you can sit still and be pretty for me...it's for an art project, I swear" Jaemin joked with a light chuckle, easing the nervousness in her system as she joined him with laughter at his dig at Renjun

"You want me to just—"

"Just stay like that" he said propping his weight onto his elbow as he angled the lens towards her. She fell silent at his actions, gripping the fabric of the duvet closer to chest. The digital screen displayed a blurry picture of her and he was quick to adjust it as much as he could, making sure he got the most high resolution image it could give him.

"Beautiful." He mumbled, just under his breath but loud enough for her to catch it. Her grip on the sheet loosened, eyes staring into the somewhat intimidating lens as the cover was brought off her skin inch by inch. He was too immersed in taking a picture of her that he almost didn't even notice. Almost.

"This is almost humiliating" she muttered under her breath, hoping he didn't pick it up—but he did.

"Humiliating?" He asked, a frown finding a place on his lips as the blanket dropped down by her hips, her torso fully exposed to him.

"Art is art baby—you are art...you're perfect" he reassured, the sound of the camera clicking instantly. She pushed her hair off her shoulders, fixing her posture a little more against the bed.

He hummed at the sight of her confidence rising up with every second that passed. The corners of his lips tugging upwards as she leaned forward, shifted her gaze, propped up a shoulder, any sort of movement that seemed to earn a string of compliments from him.

"You're going to love these shots" he smiled, zooming out further to get a full shot of her body. His lips parted as she kneeled up against the mattress, fingers toying with the lace hem of her underwear.

"You're going to be the death of me" he said, watching her slowly pull them down her thighs with a newfound sense of esteem. He loosened his grip against his camera, bringing in down to meet her gaze with his own eyes.