You straddled Sunghoon’s left leg, your face turned to the camera. Both of you wore black blazers with nothing underneath and trousers.

“Sit still.” Sunghoon mutters in your ear, his grip tightening on your waist. Hoon was a idol, and you were a model. The two of you weren’t fond of each other, yet your companies asked you to do photoshoot together for a magazine.

“Just like that!” The photographer exclaims. “Just a few more shots.” He continues as shutters click around you and Hoon.