Chapter 3 : Clear the air

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"What are you doing here ?"



Kibum couldn't help but ask. Why the fuck was Jonghyun at this place ? How did he even know that this photoshoot existed ?



"You shouldn't be here." He added.


"I know. But I wanted to." The singer simply said before he followed the dresser.



A long sigh got out of Minho's mouth. But at that time, they couldn't say anything since the supervisor had accepted Jonghyun's presence. He looked at his friend and felt relieved when he saw that the raven haired man didn't look bad. No teary eyes, no trembles.



"Are you okay ?" He asked softly, making sure than their elder wouldn't hear them from the changing room.


"Yes, I think." Kibum muttered. "Did you tell him...?"


"No, no I didn't say anything. Maybe Onew hyung... our shooting was only mentioned on his copy of our week schedule."


"What ? You think that he sent him ?"


"No, he wouldn't send Jonghyun where you are. He's on your side. But... he desperately wants this story to be fixed."



Kibum sighed. He was aware that their leader was hurt by the tense atmosphere that reigned on their group for weeks. All he wanted was a reconciliation, of course. But it wasn't that easy...



"Maybe we can start with a solo, while Mr. Kim is getting ready ?" The photographer proposed. "It will be a time saving."


"Oh, yes of course." Minho said before turning towards his friend. "Do you want to start ?"


"No, you go. I have someone to talk with." Kibum answered, making the rapper frown.


"You're not serious."


"I am. Don't worry, I'm wearing professional expensive make up, I can't cry. Go."



The tall man kept frowning but nodded as his friend got down from the stage. Chasing his worries away, he stood in front of the photographer and became a true professional again. Kibum smiled and sat down on one of the make up table's angle, his eyes staring at the handsome and so fucking arrogant man who got out from the changing room.


He was so manly in this shirt.


He had chosen the same clothes than Minho, but he had rolled up his sleeves in order to let his forearms be seen. Kibum's eyes made their way on the left one, inspecting it from the elbow to the wrist, then the hand... the bare hand.

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