As a closet fan of Kris’s films for years, Baekhyun was familiar with all of his cast and most of the crew, since as Tao had said they were a small company and tended to be the same. Chanyeol was his favourite, and being in the same room was suddenly overwhelming. Charisma flowed out of him like it leaked from his pores, and Baekhyun was suddenly faced with the realisation that if he was hired, he would be having sex with this man.
“Chan, this is Baekhyun. He’s applying, and I wanted to see you two together,” Kris said, interrupting Baekhyun’s suddenly-fragmenting chain of thoughts. “Baekhyun, go ahead and go stand next to him for me,” Kris directed. Baekhyun picked his jaw up off the ground and crossed the room to stand beside Chanyeol. The closer he got, the more he realised there was nearly a foot of height difference between them. When Kris, who was not a short man himself, stood to get closer, Baekhyun felt like a little kid squashed between them.
Chanyeol slung an arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders and drew him in close. Baekhyun was momentarily overwhelmed by the smell of his cologne and a musky scent that clung to his skin, the smell of sex and man and virility. It was dizzying, but pleasant, and he relaxed into the half-embrace, even going as far as to put his own arm around Chanyeol’s waist.
“You too look good together,” Kris said, eyeing them as if he were already framing them up in front of a camera. “Are you busy Chanyeol?”
“Of course not,” Chanyeol chirped. “What are you thinking?”
“A skit, and then maybe a quick screen test, if Baekhyun is agreeable.”
They both turned to look at him. Baekhyun stared back, helplessly. “What does that mean?”
It was Chanyeol who answered. “A skit means he gives us a scenario and we act it out. A screen test is taking you back onto the sound stage and seeing how we look on camera.” His voice deepened to a sexy rumble as he spoke, his eyes darkening. Baekhyun realised it meant ‘how they look having sex on camera’ and felt a thrill of pleasure go through him.
“I,” Baekhyun stuttered, and tried not to let his enthusiastic yes, let’s go right now! reaction show through. “I don’t mind,” he said finally. Chanyeol’s ever-present smile turned into a catlike smirk.
“Since we’re testing you, I’m going to tell Chanyeol what I want and see how you handle it,” Kris said, motioning Chanyeol closer. “Remember that it’s not just sex,”
“But that’s my favourite part,” Chanyeol interrupted.
“But also a little bit of acting,” Kris finished, shooting Chanyeol a quick glare. “It doesn’t need to be perfect, most people skip it, but not everyone, so they need it.” They bent their heads together for a moment, and then when Chanyeol turned to face Baekhyun again, he was a different person. His bearing straightened, his hands curled into fists at his sides, and his expression became severe.
“This is unacceptable,” he said. Baekhyun felt a thrill of terror at his tone. “If your grades don’t come up, we’re going to have to expel you.”
Ah, the scene. Private school, he’s a headmaster. That makes me a truant student. The thoughts flashed through his mind instantaneously. It was the work of only a second more to put himself into character and consider how he should respond. His eyes dropped and his expression became one of earnest pleading.
“I’m sorry sir,” he said, in a mournful tone. Kris made a choked noise, but Baekhyun didn’t dare take his eyes off Chanyeol and look at him. “Isn’t there anything I can do to bring them up?”
