When his hair and makeup was finally finished Wonho changed into his clothing for the photoshoot. The first outfit consisted of a see-through, white knitted sweatshirt and simple pants. The second was a gold, expensive looking silk shirt decorated with black and emerald patterns. When it came down to it, the clothing he wore didn't matter because they were going to be wet anyway. As Wonho soon discovered, the theme for his photoshoot involved submerging himself in a bathtub filled with water.
Wonho stared down at the bathtub, hesitant at first to step inside. There was a plethora of people standing a few feet behind him, and although the singer wasn't as bare as Minhyuk, he'd never experienced a photoshoot like this before. After a few deep breaths he carefully maneuvered inside the tub and sat down, relieved that the water wasn't too cold. When he felt comfortable enough he fully submerged himself under the water, letting it envelop him entirely. If he had the ability to breathe underwater he gladly would've spent the rest of the day like that–numb to the sounds of the world and only bristled by his thoughts. It was pleasant for those few moments until Wonho was forced to resurface and breathe and the photoshoot had to begin.
The singer was happy when the cameras finally stopped shooting and the photographer seemed pleased with the results. Although he was quite content with how it went his mind was elsewhere. He continued to lay in the bathtub as the crew left the area to shoot another member and Wonho laid his head back against the white enamel before letting his body sink deeper. He closed his eyes and sighed, relishing the next few, quiet moments that he had to himself before he felt a small tap on his shoulder.
"You okay, hyung?"
Wonho opened his eyes and looked up at who had approached him–Minhyuk. The red-head was still half naked from his previous photoshoot but he no longer wore a bathrobe to hide his bare torso. The blond felt his ears suddenly grow warm and he abruptly averted his gaze.
"I'm fine, Minhyuk," Wonho replied, briefly biting on his bottom lip.
"You don't seem fine," Minhyuk replied, obviously concerned.
Wonho felt a hand press against his upper arm and he closed his eyes, trying not to let the contact jumble is thoughts. "I just wanted a few moments to myself, is all."
"Do you want me to go?" Minhyuk asked.
Wonho paused, licking his lips as he mulled it over. He enjoyed Minhyuk's company more-so than any other member in their group. He had an aura about him that always put Wonho at ease even in the most anxiety-inducing situations, but ever since their kiss nothing was the same. Wonho almost felt like he was a teenager again, becoming nervous over his first high school crush.
"No, you can stay," he replied, looking up at Minhyuk reassuringly.
The younger smiled and moved over to the side of the tub, running his fingers in the water. "Oh, it's cold! You're not cold, are you?"
Wonho shook his head. "It wasn't cold before. I guess I just got used to it."
Wonho watched as the glitter from Minhyuk's hand washed into the water; sparkles glittering on the surface as the water crested. As Minhyuk swirled his hand in the waves more glitter ran off, and Wonho watched as some even got stuck to the side of the bathtub.
"How was your photoshoot?" Wonho asked.
"It was okay. It's going to take forever for all of this glitter to come off, though. It feels like sand," Minhyuk replied, ruffling his hair. The action caused glitter to scatter in the air and fall in the bathtub, covering the surface in an even thicker coat of shimmering colors.
Wonho sighed, "Ah, look what you did! Now I'm going to be covered in glitter."
Minhyuk laughed and abruptly stepped into the bathtub, splashing Wonho as he did so. Wonho shouted in surprise but wasn't quick enough to escape before the younger boy pulled him into a wet hug, rubbing glitter all over him. Wonho shouted in dismay and laughed as he tried to get away, only becoming more soaked in the process. It was only after Minhyuk managed to smear glitter on Wonho's shirt, neck, and hair that the redhead finally stopped his onslaught and moved away to admire his handiwork.
