#just gotta be cautious of slim fit and pants -

[samrut]

Got the ymy pear body for my nendos.

Did a quick comparison.

[milkywaee]

Surprise~ - Oh Sehun scenario

“4PM. Don’t be late.” I sighed, nodding at my manager as he pointed a warning finger at me on his way out of my dressing room. Gathering up my things and slipping my coat loosely over my shoulders, I checked my phone for recent texts, scanning through a list of notifications. My eyes mostly ignored them. I just wanted to see one name, but he hadn’t thought of anything to say during the past 6 hours apparently. I’d just finished up a shoot with a popular magazine that hadn’t done a very flattering makeup job, but luckily it wouldn’t be too noticeable to most. Maybe I could bribe the editors to touch up my photos a little… I ran my fingers through my hair in exasperation and slipped on a pair of black sunglasses I’d picked up from the convenience store one morning as I was running late to the agency. I probably looked pretty chic with my sleek black heels, slim white pinafore dress and navy trench coat. But I didn’t feel chic at all. My entire body felt like a deflated balloon. Actually, thinking back over the past few months, I always left work feeling a little more drowsy that before. Not that there was anything I could do about it. My manager liked to keep the schedule packed tight, something about having a boring life without constantly being occupied. After grabbing a quick salad and nasty blend of greens and flax seeds disguised by the misleading title ‘Fitness Smoothie", I took a cab to the next photoshoot location, a towering stack of whitewashed bricks and squeaky clean windows that warned of blindness if stared at for an extended period of time. A rather toad-looking man stood nervously shifting his weight from one wide foot to the other outside of the glass entrance. His eyes darted from one end of the street to the other as if he were waiting for someone. Once he spotted me, his faced, aged with worry and fatigue, lit up and he darted, at a surprising rate, over to me. “You must be (y/n), right?” He stuck out one plump hand for me to shake. I forced my best smile and bowed in respect, my palm making contact with what I realized with slight disgust was his clammy one. He gave a nervous chuckle and introduced himself. “My name is Hwang Ki Seok. I’m the CEO of Flutterfly Photography, the company curating the photoshoot today. Please! Do come inside!” He turned abruptly on his heel and started off towards the front of the building. A little surprised, I quickly composed myself and followed. We wasted no time with a tour. That could wait until later. The shoot was scheduled to start in an hour and I needed to go through hair, makeup and wardrobe all over again, much to my chagrin. I was shown to a brightly lit green room where three rather short young ladies were waiting to greet me. They all bowed in unison, matching ponytails flying about with each of their movements. “Hello, Ms. (y/n)!” I gave a small bow in return. One of them rushed over to remove my coat for me as I uncovered my eyes finally, shoving the glasses down into my purse. Then I was seated in front of a mirror and told to hold very still as they attempted to redo the mess that the precious staff had created on my face. An hour later, I was looking somewhat like I was about to walk down a runway. I was rarely ever really impressed by the work photoshoot staff did, but this caught my attention. A shiny red lipstick graced my lips in a gorgeous gradient, complimented by a subtle peach eyeshadow that had flecks of sparkle in it. My lashes had been transformed completely from choppy to luscious like silk. The hairstylist had generously recurled my (h/c) tresses so they fell in royal waves over my shoulders. The dress they’d selected was sleeveless, ending just above the knees in a bell shape, showing the most flattering curves and sporting a deep, satiny rose hue with pointed heels to match. After looking at myself in the mirror for a good few minutes, I realized I felt a little less like a bag being tossed around in the wind. My heart fell only a bit as I wished that he could see me like this, done up like a doll in a display case… The hairdresser, who identified herself as Mina, escorted me to the room where the photos would be taken. There were so many people standing around, adjusting camera angles, chatting amongst themselves, taking notes, etc. I almost felt a little shy, knowing that soon the attention would be mostly on me as I would have to introduce myself to everyone and then proceed to give them a good product for their project. I felt a small pat my back and looked to see Mina grinned reassuringly. “Don’t worry. Everyone will love you. And your partner will be here shortly!” My partner? My manager had made no mention of a partner. But just as I was about to question her further, Mina bowed and scuttled off to her next job. So I just sort of stood there awkwardly for a few minutes. No one had noticed me yet. My heart rate had strangely sped up, wondering who my partner would be. And then I thought of him and whether he’d gotten around to texting me yet. I got he was almost inhumanly busy, but I felt like there was always time for even a short “good morning” or “I love you”. But there was nothing of the kind today… Oh well, he might have gotten distracted while practicing in the studio, no biggie! We’d talk later anyway. I gathered my courage and prowess, took a deep breath and strut over to the director like I owned the show. I cleared my throat and the middle aged woman with large round glasses turned around from her position hunched over a fellow staff member checking notes. She smiled brightly and put her hands to her face in disbelief. “My, you’re even more beautiful than your manager promised! You must be Ms. (l/n) (f/n). You can call me Hyung-nim, we’re all family here.” She held out a hand and gave an unexpectedly firm, yet warm handshake. I felt a bit better knowing she was so laid back. Most people I worked with barely even spared a smile. We went over in front of the cameras where a plain white backdrop and a standard brown dining chair were set up for the shoot. “Have you met your partner yet?” Hyung-nim asked, sitting me down in the chair and making a few adjustments to the position of my hair. I laughed softly. “Actually, I didn’t know I was even going to have a partner. Who is it?” The woman’s smile became a tad bit mischievous. “Oh, I think you’ll love him…” Him?! Was this supposed to be a different shoot than I was prepped for? I’d never done this with a guy before. Not by myself anyway. Were we expected to have some sort of chemistry. I scolded myself internally for being so nervous about a guy. There was some commotion coming from the other side of the room and there was a crowd of people swarming around someone. Hyung-nim beamed and clapped her hands together. “He’s here!” She certainly seemed jazzed about this partner of mine. Was he famous? When he emerged from the throng of starry-eyed staff members, would I recognize him with horror as being some terribly well known model or actor? The pressure was beginning to drip from this whole project. I sat there, attempting to stay as calm as possible, but accidentally stiffening up and looking pretty awkward. Almost like a stray cat caught in the rain. The crowd was thinning. Someone was coming towards me. I heard a strikingly familiar voice and saw a glimpse of the main attraction. In shock, I shot up from my seat, almost not believing what I’d just seen. But indeed it was as my eyes had beheld. He stood there radiating like a god with his sleek black hair and lean figure, cloaked in a red trench with gold trim and a white shirt paired with red dress pants to match the coat. He looked so good just standing there taking praise that I felt put to shame, in some ways. Hyung-nim practically flew to him with her arms open. “My darling Oh Sehun, we’ve been waiting for you.” My boyfriend hugged her and gave a shy greeting. I gaped. We talked pretty much every day. I’d definitely mentioned this shoot and yet he never though to tell me that he was my partner? Actually, no one thought to make me aware? I was actually flabbergasted. If I didn’t know any better, I would walked right up to him and hit him on the head, but I couldn’t for several reasons. One being that nobody knew we knew each other, much less that we were seeing each other. God, if people found out… Though it was surprising that it had been almost a year and nobody besides the members knew. It just wasn’t time for us to be completely exposed. The privacy, no matter how cautious we had to be to keep it, was much appreciated. I don’t think either of us were ready to spoil that just yet. It was time to start the photoshoot. Sehun walked over to me and with his back turned so only I could see, he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. I forced myself to smile like everything was fine, like this was our first meeting. But it was hard. I would have gone off on him in a second had people known about us. Oh well, it would have to wait until later. He came up beside me and quickly whispered “Surprised, sweetheart?” I just continued to smile sweetly, maybe too sweetly. He turned around and everyone was told to get ready. A few touch ups were made to our makeup and then the staff scurried out of the camera’s view like we were about to go live on national television. “Alright, you two,” Hyung-nim called to us. “You’ve gotta have a spark. I know you just met -” Sehun shot a side glance my way, but I stared straight ahead, ignoring him. “But let’s make some magic happen here, okay? Okay! Get ready!” The first few pictures were taken. I switched angles and tried to include Sehun, though I wasn’t feeling him at all today after what he pulled. I mean, I was glad to see him, but he was doing that whole smug thing and I was too tired for that right now. Sehun was trying harder, he stared me down though I looked away and moved a little closer, just enough so only I would notice. Hyung-nim spoke up again. “That’s great! Can we see a little more friction? Sehun, get a little intimate. Exude a cautious passion.” Huh, sounded familiar… Sehun wasted no time, maybe being a little too obvious. He took a couple steps closer and put his hand next to my cheek, just barely caressing it. I sucked up my irritable feelings and went along with it, placing my hand on his chest. I could tell he was trying not to smile. 'Hold it in, Sehun, you better hold. It. In,’ I thought to myself. The shoot progressed. By now, I was completely enveloped by him. He stood behind me, his arms securely wrapped around my shoulders as I leaned my head back onto his shoulder. The chemistry was getting off the charts and everyone in the room sensed it. I took my seat on the chair and Sehun shed his coat, taking a casual yet sexy position on the ground in front of me with one knee propped up, balancing this torso with an elbow while he stared up at me with that smoldering gaze. I looked the other way for dramatic tension, but he was pulling me into him more and more as time went by. I was finding it harder to look away, harder to leave his touch, harder to prevent myself from kissing him (something I’d been denied of for a good few weeks because of his constant schedule.) All I wanted was for this shoot to wrap up quickly so we could discretely steal away somewhere for a few moments on our own. “30 more shots, everyone! You’re both doing wonderfully. Let’s make these last few the most passionate, hm?” Hyung-nim called. Sehun quickly grabbed my arm gently and pulled me to his chest. At this point, I couldn’t hide how this was making my heart pound. He leaned closer to me face, almost too close, and I couldn’t help looking away out of embarrassment. “Look at me. Show me how much you love me with your eyes,” he whispered. “I’m supposed to be mad that you didn’t warn me for this…” But I did what he said anyway. Because deep down I couldn’t help myself…