What If... [EXO Suho and Apink Eunji Fanfiction]

Chapter 13

Eunji patted her reddening cheeks. "Get a grip, Jung Eunji," she muttered to herself. "You still have the rest of the photoshoot to go."

But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't take her mind off of the feeling of Suho's arms around her waist. They were firm, strong and hard. His firm grip had surprised her. It was just the right amount of pressure to make her feel like he was just lightly touching her, yet enough that she wouldn't be able to fall. And not to mention how she could feel the heat radiating off his arms.

And as if that wasn't enough, the jerk (yes, that was what she was going to call him for the rest of the day) had to be snarky and nearly kiss her neck. All the time, she could feel his breath on her neck, tickling her skin.

It drove her crazy.

It was at that point when she just wanted him to do something and finish it off, but just stop teasing her. It had taken all of her self control to bring her professional face on and pose for the photos, what with him literally breathing down her neck. And it wasn't even the kind of breathing that was annoying. No, he just had to have the gall to sexily breathe on her neck.

She was going to kill him later.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. Alright, she could do this.

She stopped at the door as her eyes fell upon the bed. As she stared at the red satin covers that looked soft to touch, her mind began to imagine her and Suho on that bed. She once again remembered his touch and scent, and she blushed as her mind began going places. If he could drive her crazy with just a simple touch, what could he actually do...?

She immediately shook her head. No, bad Eunji, she thought. Get your mind out of the gutter!

But then she looked back at the bed and gulped. Remember when she had said that she could do this?

Correction, she could absolutely not do this!

The man in question came to stand beside her, looking absolutely sheepish. She could make out a light shade of pink on his cheeks too. Was he also thinking about it?

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

And with that, all the anger she had been building up in her stomach dissolved at once. She didn't know why, but whenever she saw him like this, sheepish, shy and unsure, with his calm and soothing voice, she found that she just couldn't be angry at him.

She nodded. "I'll be fine," she told him. "Just focus on the shoot."

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure?" he asked once again. "I'm just worried it was too intimate for you."

She felt a smile creeping up on her face. "If you keep being so considerate, I definitely will be okay."

"Suho-shi, Eunji-shi, it's time!" the photographer called.

Eunji turned to look at Suho one last time and slipped her hand into his. Together, they made their way to the bed.

The photographer directed them to first casually lie on the bed as he snapped some casual shots of the two. She felt ease at this pose, which was just her on her knees leaning against the headboard while Suho lay beside her.

It wasn't too bad.

And when she checked the photos after it, she realized that it looked nice. Classy, elegant and nice!

But then came the hard part...

The photographer this time directed her to lay on the bed across Suho's abdomen as he lay in his previous position. Just as she was feeling weird with the awkward position, he snaked his arm around her waist and laced their fingers together.