Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Behind the Lens (Jinsik)

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the city as Jinsik arrived at the studio for his photoshoot. He was excited yet anxious—this was his first session with a new stylist, and he had heard whispers about their flair for the dramatic. As he stepped into the bustling studio, the air was thick with the scents of hairspray and perfume, mingling with the sound of laughter and chatter from the crew.

"Jinsik! Over here!" A voice called out, snapping him from his thoughts. He turned to find the stylist, a young woman with an infectious enthusiasm and a bright smile that masked a predatory glint in her eyes.

"Hi! I'm Mia! We're going to make you look absolutely stunning today!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement as she approached him. Jinsik felt a flutter of uncertainty at her intensity but nodded, forcing a smile.

"Thank you. I'm looking forward to it," he replied, hoping his voice sounded more confident than he felt.

"Great! Let's get started, shall we?" she said, clapping her hands together. Jinsik followed her to the fitting area, where an array of outfits hung on racks, each more revealing and extravagant than the last. As he glanced over the pieces, a knot formed in his stomach.

"I've chosen some incredible outfits that will really highlight your features," Mia said, rifling through the hangers with fervor. "You're the main vocalist and visual of xikers; we need to show that off!"

Jinsik felt a twinge of discomfort as she held up a particularly revealing outfit—a skin-tight shirt that left little to the imagination. "Um, is there something a bit less... revealing?" he suggested, his cheeks heating slightly.

Mia waved her hand dismissively. "Nonsense! You have a great body, Jinsik! We need to flaunt it! The photographer will love this look," she insisted, her voice laced with a demanding undertone.

Reluctantly, Jinsik slipped into the outfit, feeling the fabric cling uncomfortably to his skin. He glanced in the mirror, barely recognizing himself. The reflection stared back with a hint of vulnerability, and he could feel the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. As he stepped out, Mia beamed at him, but her gaze felt invasive, as if she were inspecting a prized possession rather than a person.

"Wow! You look incredible!" she exclaimed, stepping closer than necessary, her hands brushing against his arms in a way that made him flinch inwardly. "Just wait until the photographer sees you in this. It'll be a showstopper!"

Jinsik smiled weakly, but inside, his discomfort was growing. As they continued with the fitting, Mia's comments became increasingly inappropriate. "You know, if you lost just a few more pounds, you'd look even better in this," she remarked casually, her fingers lingering on his waist.

He forced a laugh, hoping to brush off her comment, but it stung more than he wanted to admit. "I think I'm okay as I am," he replied, trying to keep his tone light.

"Oh, come on! Don't be so modest!" she shot back, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "You have to own your beauty, Jinsik. Let me help you."

The photoshoot began, and Jinsik tried to focus on the camera, blocking out Mia's presence. The photographer, a man named Kim Seungbin, directed him with a practiced ease, urging him to express a range of emotions. Jinsik did his best, but each snap of the camera felt like another layer of pressure pushing down on him.

"Just one more shot, Jinsik!" Seungbin called out, excitement lacing his voice. "Give me something fierce!"

Jinsik nodded, but as the session dragged on, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He tried to shake it off, but the lights felt blinding, and the tight outfit began to feel suffocating. Mia hovered nearby, adjusting his pose with an invasive familiarity that made him uneasy.