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Kihyun sighs, sitting back in his chair, camera in hand -- a pretty nice one, a DSLR he had gotten himself as a gift in high school. There's better models out there, Kihyun knows, but this is basically his child, his pride and joy.
Or it was.
It's been awhile since he had taken his camera out, and even longer since he had taken a picture he actually liked, too caught up with life (he's determined to be a good student this time, the best) to step back and take a moment to focus on what he loves -- what he used to love. He removes the lens cap, as if that would give him inspiration, and mumbles to himself, "what should I do?"
"Shoot me," Minhyuk says, because he can't seem to ever let Kihyun have a moment of peace. "With your camera, I mean."
He's sprawled out on his bed across from Kihyun's desk, pen in hand and notebook completely abandoned to focus all his attention on Kihyun.
Kihyun quirks an eyebrow -- "no" -- and braces himself for the worst as Minhyuk turns to lay on his side, propped up on one elbow.
"It'd be a shame not to capture all of this," Minhyuk grins and drags one hand down his chest, his stomach. He pats his his crotch with probably what he's hoping is a sexy expression. It isn't.
"It's not that great."
"That's not what you said last week." Minhyuk sits up. "Y'know, when you pushed me against the wall so desperately because you needed to blow me at that very moment."
Kihyun feels his cheeks heat up. It wasn't his fault his roommate looked particularly good that day, wearing a formal shirt and trousers rather than the usual baggy clothes that hide the line of his chest. "Shut up."
"You were longing for me." Minhyuk winks, and Kihyun might regret getting on his knees for Minhyuk if he didn't completely enjoy it every single time. Something about the weight of Minhyuk against his tongue and all the breathy sounds he makes. Or whatever. Kihyun doesn't want to dwell on it too much.
"I'm not going to dignify that with a response."
Minhyuk laughs and sits back against his pillow, holding his notebook again (the corner of it is slightly bent), and Kihyun thinks -- hopes -- that's the end of the conversation. He spins in his chair and places the camera back in its case, where it would probably sit for another week. But then Minhyuk is speaking again, voice loud and husky and demanding attention.
"Really, though," he says, and Kihyun turns to indulge him. "I could be your model." He drops his notebook and kneels, striking a pose. "It could be fun!" Another pose, more absurd than the first one. "And I'm versatile." Minhyuk leans against the wall, still kneeling on one knee, the other leg bent, his butt sticking out ridiculously. He turns to look at Kihyun over his shoulder with a smirk.
The distance between Kihyun's desk and Minhyuk's bed isn't too big, so it isn't really an effort for Kihyun to roll his chair over and swat at Minhyuk's ass. A nice, satisfying clap fills the room, followed by another sound that seems to escape Minhyuk's mouth unwarranted, like Kihyun had reached down and pulled it out of him.
Kihyun's eyebrows shoot up, and he shifts to try and look at Minhyuk, who's frozen in place. "What was that..?"
"Nothing!" There's a suspicious flush on Minhyuk's face that deepens the more Kihyun stares. He's definitely blushing, and it doesn't take long for Kihyun to put two and two together.
"Did you just moan?" And when Minhyuk says nothing, Kihyun grins. "Oh my god, you like this."
"No, I don't -- and I didn't." Minhyuk rubs at his neck. He's flustered and Minhyuk never really gets flustered -- he always has some smartass reply lined up. This is wonderful, a dream come true, even. "Shut up. I don't know what you're talking about."
