P.S. DONT FALL FOR ME| h.c

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"Look over here, please– that's it. Now give me a big smile.. perfect! Say cheese!"

"Just take the damn picture already."

flash.

"Mr. Lee isn't looking at the camera. Let's take another one."

The photographer bended a little with one hand on the click of the camera while the other hand counting down from five.

flash.

"No, no, no. This photo looks horrible! Take it again! Haechan, darling, smile wider. You look like you've been deprived of Alexander Amousi suits."

"Why are you the one in charge? Is this your wedding?" Haechan spoke in a smart-ass tone.

Bad idea.

flash.

"Are you implying you're the one in charge?" Mrs. Lee faked a laugh before staring at her son dead in the eyes with a morbid look on her face, causing Haechan to gulp abruptly.

"Lee Haechan, you've been living in my house for the past twenty years and the only thing you're good at is introducing different girls to me and your father each week."

flash.

Haechan quickly raised his hand to the cameraman. "Stop taking the picture!"

"Keep taking them!" Mrs. Lee commanded in her high-pitched voice, the photographer immediately pressing the button of his camera with shaking hands.

Haechan sighed loudly to express his annoyance and to probably save face. However, his hand on Haeun's waist was getting cold and clammy.

"Wimp."

Haechan raised a brow on Haeun's remark under her breath.

"What did you call me?" A hint of pettiness was very evident in Haechan's voice.

"I called you a pussy. Didn't you hear?"

Haechan's jaw tensed. "I haven't been thanked yet, actually."

"Thank you for what?"

"For not beating your boyfriend's ass."

"You should have. I bet you can't, though."

"Is that a challenge, Haeun?"

The air between them was getting thicker by the minute. The whole studio was oblivious to the argument they already started again after ten minutes of bickering earlier about what pose they should do for the photo. The fight got out of hand, probably why the not so busy adult came.. Haechan's mom.

"Okay, we'll take five then let's switch up the styling!" The photographer clapped before everyone began conversing with each other.

Haeun was sitting on the side of the room with her arms crossed, observing the people around her. It felt like everyone had a friend they could talk to about their day, their kids, their hookups from the night before but Haeun.

She's never had one considering all the kids she's been mingling with before were picked by her parents. They set out a rule on who and who not to talk to and it's usually teens from a lower 'status'.