Shirtless.
He leaned on the table casually, while his hands gripped the edge of it for support.
*Click!*
He raised his right hand, touching the back of his neck.
*Click!*
His eyes stared coldly through the camera.
*Click!*
"Cold stares are not approved in this magazine," she remarked
"It's not my fault," Chanyeol smirked.
*Click!*
"Are you saying it's mine?"
"You said~" he paused and put his hands in the Monkee Genes Slim Fit Chinos.
*Click!*
"That you wanted me~" he arched his back purposely showing his toned revamped abs.
She froze but she hid it well.
*Click!*
She looked up at Chanyeol, bravely saying.
"You've been working out."
Chanyeol looked at his body.
*Click!*
"Oh.... This?" he spreaded his arms out, looking up.
*Click!*
"I've been accepted as a trainee by SM Entertainment."
Her eyes blurred she couldn't see his face clearly through the camera and again faced him, boldly this time.
His expression was indecipherable.
"Oh~ so that's why you're all dolled up." She tried to act ignorant.
"Got a problem?" Chanyeol stared at what she was wearing.
*Click!*
"By the way I like what you're wearing~" he smiled to himself.
She was wearing blue high waist shorts, flowy floral blouse and a black and white tuxedo blazer/jacket.
*He bought me the blazer.*
"Let's take a break." She finally said.
She took her camera to the studio's kitchen/lounge and placed it on the counter as she walked to the sink to wash her hands.
Chanyeol followed her, shirtless.
He saw the camera, picked it up and focused.
*Click!*
Her eyes widened, *Hell no! He's not touching my camera? Is he~*
She whirled round only to find him half nude. Her eyes doubled in size in their sockets.
"Y-Yah! Why don't you p-put a shirt on!?"
"Don't want to~ It's hot." Chanyeol, camera in hand, walked past her.
As he did she gasped in his pheromone, Egoiste Platinum, Chanel.
He sat on the couch that was situated in the middle of the kitchen/lounge.
There were no other free seats except the couch Chanyeol had grown possesion of.
She didn't want to sit next him or stay in the same room as him.
It's just inconveniently awkward.
To be honest she feels strongly perplexed around him, though she tried her best to conceal it.
Chanyeol, howbeit, has experienced these kind of things and can unravel the most hardest emotion-filled enigmas.
He knows that.
She had no other choice but to stay where she was, by the sink, she leaned back.
Her hands gripped the edge of the counter to steady herself, in case of anything of the unexopected happens.
*Click!*
It was his turn.
"I'm sorry."
*Where is this conversation going?* she looked at him, and only realised that she hasn't been looking closely enough.
*Click!*
His face was still inexpressive, but being hidden by the camera, he had regret in his eyes.
Her gaze softened a wee bit.
*Click!*
He stood up gracefully, still holding the camera in his hands whilst covering his face.
*Click!*
He took a step towards her.
She was confused, he looked more... vulnerable behind the camera or was it his actions and words?
*Click!*
*This is the only way I can approach her.* He gulped and took a longer step.
Her pretty eyes enlargened, revealing more beauty.
*Click!*
There was virtually no gaps between them, no barricade, no boundaries, any kind of distant intimacy, discomfort or crude demureness have vanished off the face of each other's worlds.
Apart from the camera itself.
She took Chanyeol's face with her right hand and obtained the camera in the other placing it on the counter behind her.
Chanyeol gaped at her.
"I understand, you don't have to apologise." She smiled softly.
He didn't speak, he couldn't, rather he waited for her to finish.
"If it's your heart's choice and your happy with it." She placed her free left hand on his bare chest.
Chanyeol's heart pulsed and pumped blood rapidly circulating his body.
The only words came out of his mouth.
"Saranghamnida~"
He fulfilled the meaning by caressing his lips on hers, silky and plump lips.
She was overwhelmed and her hands traveled to the back of Chanyeol's neck.
And the kiss deepened.
"Naddo saranghae~" she gasped in the kisses.
He smiled, relieved of the returned confession, it made him happy.
They broke apart.
For breath, they breathed.
For neither one of them has tried it before.
Yes, it was both their First Kiss.
And they shared it.
Which was Special.
Chanyeol enveloped her with his arms.
They stared deeply at each other.
Again.
They kissed.
This one though had a hint of need in it.
More Feels.
They both needed each other.
