You both were famous models doing a crossover photoshoot for a shampoo brand.

The photographer instructed you to sit on Eun-Hyuk’s lap and rest your head on his shoulder, to show off your hair more.

As you complied, you felt something hard protruding you from your rear.

“Don’t squirm around so much...”

He grumbled; his voice low and hoarse as he held your wrist firmly, acting nonchalant; as if he wasn’t turned on right now.

“You’ll make it worse.”