The implication was clear enough to silence the room, but he wasn’t sure if Seonghwa truly meant what he was saying. Hongjoong racked his brain, trying to connect the dots.
“Seonghwa, are you flirting with me?”
Seonghwa chuckled softly, his shyness giving way to a hint of playfulness. "And if I am, Hongjoong?" he countered, arching an eyebrow.
“Oh! I, I—oh wow.” He felt hot, almost burning up. “I’ve never had someone as beautiful as you flirt with me before.”
Seonghwa’s teasing smile softened into something warmer at Hongjoong's words. “Really? You’re a successful designer surrounded by beautiful models. Not one of them has ever flirted with you?”
“Professionalism is a thing,” Hongjoong clarified. “They shouldn’t be flirting with me. I deflect any attempts, though.”
Seonghwa leaned in, and his voice dropped to a mere whisper, warm against the shell of Hongjoong’s ear. “Are you going to stop me?”
Hongjoong met his gaze again, almost forcing it. “No. I wouldn’t dream of stopping you.” His hand once again reached out, brushing over his cheek. “Again, I think you’re beautiful. I’m in heaven right now.”
The model leaned into his touch, being seconds away from completely nuzzling it. “Are you flirting with me back?” He asked directly, his voice soft but clear.
Hongjoong didn’t know for certain if he was flirting or if it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. But, alas, he was holding his hand, holding his face, and calling him beautiful for the third time that night.
“Honestly?” Hongjoong paused, his thumb tracing his jawline. “I think I might be.”
