You Can't Cover Up My Heart

December 13th - December 17th

— December 13th

It takes three days for Jisung to convince Woojin that he's not crazy ("Just because it was an idea that came to me late at night and the moment I saw Hyunjin does not mean it's bogus! I don't have bad ideas, Woojin.") Chan and Minho, on the other hand, give in very easily ("I'm offended that you even asked instead of just doing it, Sungie." was Chan's off-handed response. The hair stylist was busy shuffling through papers on his desk, but he still spared the two of them a warm smile. Minho's response was similar: "Oh, thank god. I'm getting so tired of khakis. Give me something interesting, Jisungie!") Jisung's mind was whirring with possibilities and Hyunjin could hardly keep up with the boy. He was practically vibrating with excitement every second of the day, but Hyunjin has only been poked with eyeliner once, so it isn't too severe.

Yet.

— 8:30 a.m.

"Jisung, please, for the love of god, please focus. No, no, you know what – sit down. Sit down." Woojin gets this tone in his voice when he's in charge of something that, frankly, scares Hyunjin shitless. He never wants to get on Woojin's bad side. Jisung isn't even on his bad side – he's just so excited that he physically can't sit still. Jisung simply nudges Woojin out of the way, dodges his grabbing hands, and says, "You're interrupting my pacing pattern, Woojinnie." The photographer just sighs, takes a long sip from his iced coffee, and collapses into his chair. Chan comes quietly up behind them, slapping his hands down on Woojin's shoulders and begins kneading the tight flesh there.

"He's just nervous, Wooj. No one's ever done anything like this for him, and he wants to prove himself." Woojin exhales and glances over at Jisung, who is still pacing in a specific pattern, weaving around all the equipment and chewing his nails. Hyunjin already told him to stop biting his nails twice today.

"Sungie, stop biting your nails. You'll make them bleed." It's Minho who scolds him this time. Jisung responds promptly and holds his hands to his sides, looking down at his feet as he paces.

Hyunjin watches Chan and Woojin converse calmly for a few moments before Minho pokes his shoulder and drags him away to his office. "I made something for you." Minho's voice is quiet and excited as they half-jog down the hallway. "You made something for me?" Hyunjin asks, pointing dumbly to himself. Minho hums and pushes his office door open with his hip. Inside, as always, is the cluttered rack of clothes and chaotic desk that Hyunjin has grown so used to. Something different, however, is the shiny black bodysuit laid out over the back of Minho's desk chair. It's decorated with belts, buckles, and what looks to be scales, and Hyunjin feels the hair on his arms stand with anticipation.

Minho pulls him over to the outfit and holds it up against his chest. "This is your outfit for the first shoot. It'll be really tight, so I might have to help you get into it. Is that okay?" Hyunjin nods and runs his hands over the fabric. He was right – there's areas of the material that are highlighted with dark green scales. From a distance, the scales could be mistaken for sequins, but Hyunjin is positive that Minho designed something outrageous specifically for him. "You have to be very careful with it. The material doesn't look flimsy, but it does rip easily. It shouldn't be too bad if I help you get into it, though. There's just one thing," Minho lays the garment down and opens up one of his desk drawers. He pulls out a tiny piece of thin fabric that looks vaguely like a women's bathing suit bottom, but –