Chapter 47
The heavy dressing room door clicked shut, cutting off the chaotic studio noise in a single beat.
Inside, the sudden silence was absolute.
Yeonho didn't waste a second, keeping his head down and focusing entirely on the task at hand while Min-Hyuk sat perfectly still in the chair, tracking Yeonho's movements through the mirror.
Yeonho leaned in, dipping his pinky finger into a small jar of fine white glitter powder.
With practiced precision, he pressed the shimmer directly down the ridge of Min-Hyuk's nose.
The highlight instantly sharpened the high bridge, bringing out one of Min-Hyuk's best features.
Next, Yeonho swapped the powder jar for a hair clip and a hair tie from the cluttered table.
"I'll pull the sides back," Yeonho murmured, his fingers already working through the dark strands.
"But I'm keeping it low. A stiff high bun won't fit the vibe."
Min-Hyuk didn't move an inch, his gaze locked onto Yeonho's face as Yeonho worked.
With quick, fluid motions, Yeonho combed the sides back, gathered a loose section from the top, and secured it tightly enough to hold without ruining the soft texture.
Stepping back, he evaluated the structure of Min-Hyuk's face directly.
"Looks clean. Now I just need to finish the rest of the makeup and do a final check."
"You look serious right now."
"Obviously I am. Duh. Just stay quiet and stop moving. You're distracting me."
Min-Hyuk smiled as he watched Yeonho continued.
Yeonho twisted the cap off a lip balm and leaned over the chair. The sudden proximity brought the scent of Yeonho's skin with it.
His breath brushed warm against Min-Hyuk's cheek as his thumb smoothly blended the product across Min-Hyuk's lips, ensuring the color looked natural, soft, and full.
Being this close made it impossible for Min-Hyuk to look away. There was an addictive pull to Yeonho's professional side.
The sharp, unblinking focus in those eyes was a look Min-Hyuk had only caught glimpses of when Yeonho helped Hana out before.
But having that entire focus directed solely at him changed the atmosphere completely.
Yeonho felt the weight of the stare instantly and instead of backing off, he leaned in a closer on purpose, narrowing the space until their faces were only inches apart.
He noticed the slight catch in Min-Hyuk's breath, tracking the way Min-Hyuk's eyes repeatedly drifted down to his lips.
'He keeps staring at my lips. He looks tempted. Should I give him a taste?'
But Yeonho pushed the thought aside.
Seducing him was fine, but finishing the makeup and styling the clothes came first—besides, stretching out the tension making it longer would only make the payoff better.
He applied a final stroke, then stepped back just enough to breathe.
Keeping his eyes locked on Min-Hyuk, Yeonho reached blindly for the table.
"This is good, but I'm going to deepen the eyeshadow and thicken your brows a little."
"Really? You're already done with my lips?"
"Yeah, but still not exactly done." Yeonho picked up a palette of warm, deep browns.
"Hmm. Are you going to lean on my face like that again?"
"Why? Do you have a problem with that?"
"Not at all. Just asking."
"Whatever." Yeonho rolled his eyes, a small, knowing smirk showing on his face.
"Just stay still and keep quiet, Min-Hyuk. No moving, no talking, and don't frown. Let's finish this quickly."
"Yes, ma'am," Min-Hyuk teased, his grin widening.
"I literally just told you not to move. Why are you grinning? Stop that, it's going to mess up the lines."
Min-Hyuk instantly relaxed his expression as Yeonho stepped all the way into his space this time, his hand perfectly steady as he swept the brush across Min-Hyuk's eyelids, building depth and dark definition with ease.
"How's your body holding up? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Yeonho paused mid-stroke and pulled back a few inches.
"I told you to stop talking. And I'm fine. What happened hours ago is nothing. That kind of shit happens all the time to me."
Yeonho leaned close on Min-Hyuk's face again and resumed blending the shadow.
"All the time? Meaning it happens often? Are you constantly putting yourself in situations where you get hurt?"
"Yeah, it became normal. Now drop the topic and stay still, Min-Hyuk. If you keep moving, you're going to make me rush the details."
"Fine, fine. My mouth is shut. Just do your work."
The dressing room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.
For the next five minutes, neither of them spoke a word, but the air between them grew.
Every tiny sound became amplified.
Like the soft drag of the makeup brush across skin, the light rustle of clothes whenever Yeonho shifted weight, and the steady, warm rhythm of their breathing in the quiet room.
Min-Hyuk's gaze never left Yeonho's face.
Up close, he tracked everything: the slight, intense furrow between Yeonho's brows when focusing on a line, the focused set of his mouth, and the calm, steady warmth of his skin.
The sheer proximity was distracting, pulling Min-Hyuk's attention lower and lower.
Slowly, Min-Hyuk's hands slid off the armrests. He didn't rush, letting his fingers slide up the fabric of Yeonho's shirt to grip his waist.
The warmth of Yeonho's body bled through the thin layers. Min-Hyuk's palms smoothed down the curve of Yeonho's lower back, his fingers sliding lower until they locked around Yeonho's ass, giving a firm, heavy squeeze.
"You're groping me, Min-Hyuk," Yeonho mumbled, his brush remaining perfectly steady against the brow bone.
"I know."
Min-Hyuk pulled hard on Yeonho's waist, dragging him forward until their clothes brushed, whispering right against his ear.
"Why aren't you stopping me, Mr. Choi? Do you like it?"
Yeonho didn't pause his work for a single second.
"You already know I like it, but I'll love it if we do something other than light touching."
Min-Hyuk let out a rough, amused chuckle.
The invitation was impossible to resist. Tightening his grip, he hauled Yeonho straight forward until Yeonho was straddling on his lap.
Yeonho finally set the makeup tools down, his hands resting on Min-Hyuk's shoulders, looking down at him with a smirk.
"What's this now? You want me to ride you right here? Last night I gave you good head. Want me to do that performance again, Mr. Kang Min-Hyuk" Yeonho teased.
Min-Hyuk's raised a brow at Yeonho.
"Now that you mention it..." He tightened his grip on Yeonho's hip.
"Gyeongjae looked desperate to touch you last night. Was it that good?"
His mind instantly flashed back to the raw view from the last night. He remembered the way Yeonho's face looked completely lost in pleasure, those teary blue eyes looking at him with desperate eagerness as his lips wrapped tight around his cock was pleasing to watch.
Just the memory alone sent a sudden, heavy jolt straight to his gut, his body reacting instantly.
"Gyeongjae seemed wrapped around your little finger. Does it feel good when Gyeongjae put his dick inside you?"
"You're curious?"
"Yeah. I've never had sex with another guy before but you should know, I'm good at pleasing women."
"But I'm not a woman. And I'm way better than any of them."
They stared at each others eyes in pure silence and Yeonho noticed the tension immediately.
"You idiot…" Yeonho suddenly started grinning.
"What?"
"You're hard, Hahaha."
Min-Hyuk glanced down. There was no hiding it—the dark fabric of his pants was visibly straining against a heavy, distinct bulge.
"Fuck... This is your fault, Yeonho."
"That's funny. I didn't do anything, hahaha"
Letting out laugh, Yeonho smoothly stood up from his lap, stepping out of reach to give the makeup one final look.
This was perfect. If just looking at his face and remembering everything from last night could get Min-Hyuk this worked up, seducing him was going to be effortless.
"You should stop with those perverted thoughts, Min-Hyuk. Focus on your actual job, and maybe we can deal with the little guy down there once we're done later."
"Seriously, this never happens to me,"Min-Hyuk muttered, pushing himself out of the chair. He turned toward the changing booth, shaking his head.
"I've never gotten hard this fast... Fuck not even with Hana." He mumbled the words as the door clicked shut.
Once the door clicked shut, Yeonho moved to the racks, sorting through the best pieces with quiet triumph.
'I heard that, Minhyuk. I guess using my body works everytime.'
He stopped thinking for moment.
'So that means Min-Hyuk thinks my body's more attractive than Hana? Well, isn't that perfect?'
If that was true, then he already held the upper hand.
To make sure Min‑hyuk never forgot it, he needed to give him something unforgettable — a night so intense, so good, that Hana would fade from his mind completely whenever they were together.
And to do that, he needed to sleep Min-Hyuk, without a single distraction.
'I'm sleeping with him tonight. That's for sure'
Thirty minutes later, everything was done.
When Min-Hyuk stepped out of the changing room, the transformation altered the entire room's energy.
The dark, elegant clothes Yeonho had selected brought out an intense, commanding aura.
The sleek lines balanced modern style with a sharp edge, completed Min-Hyuk's features perfectly.
He looked more striking than ever. He had transformed into a character from modern dark fantasy book.
Standing in front of him, Yeonho looked Min-Hyuk up and down, satisfied with the result.
"Okay, Your red hair looks perfect. You look like a hot, modern-day vampire. I love this."
Min-Hyuk's chest swelled with pride, his posture relaxing into his usual easy confidence.
Before they could speak, a sharp knock echoed through the room.
Carl, who had been guarding the door, pulled it open.
A frantic production assistant poked her head inside.
"Oh my, You look very good Mr. Kang"
"Thanks. It's my time, right?"
"Yep, you're next. Please hurry up. Everyone's waiting"
Leaving the dressing room behind, they moved quickly toward the bright, sprawling studio floor.
The moment the crew laid eyes on Min-Hyuk, quiet gasps and murmurs broke out across the room.
"Mr. Kang looks insane today!"
"I didn't think he could carry this concept so well."
"Honestly, the stylist pulled off a miracle. Balancing modern clothes with a fantasy vibe is so hard, but he looks like he stepped straight out of a movie."
Min-Hyuk walked past the praising staff, his head held high as he approached the photographer and the production lead.
"How do I look? My stylist did good, right?"
The photographer looked up from his screen, beaming as he raised his camera.
"Oh my god. You look incredible. This is absolutely perfect. Get under the spotlight right now, I'm ready to shoot."
Min-Hyuk walked onto the main stage while the crew scrambled to adjust the dark lighting and the floor to match his aesthetic.
While the camera began to flash, Mr. Jang stepped over to Yeonho and handed him a sleek business card.
"I like how Mr. Kang looks. I'm impressed. I'd love to keep in touch with you."
Yeonho blinked in surprise for a split second, but he took the card and offered a polite nod.
"Thank you, Mr...?"
"Mr. Jang. I work for Dior, and you could too. I really liked how you styled Mr. Kang. If we ever get another hectic schedule or a major event, I'd love to bring you in."
Yeonho beamed, smiling from the opportunity given.
"I'd gladly show up. Thank you for giving me the opportunity, Mr. Jang."
They exchanged quick professional small talk about schedules and work.
But fifteen minutes into Min-Hyuk's solo session, the heavy studio doors burst open and a sudden wave of panic rippled through the crew.
The female model scheduled to shoot the partner layout with Min-Hyuk had just collapsed from hunger and exhaustion.
The entire set descended into immediate chaos. There was no backup model on standby who could match the current presence on stage.
"We can't cancel this. This is a mass collection for a new international magazine," Mr. Jang said, his thumbs flying across his phone as he frantically messaged agencies for an immediate replacement.
"Just when we're almost finished, another shit happens for gods sake. I'll stand by until you get a new model."
The photographer walked away from his tripod and sat down, rubbing his face in frustration.
The phone calls came back one after another with rejections; the specific look was too rare to find on short notice. The clothing line was strictly androgynous, requiring a lean, sharp silhouette that could carry the male-inspired tailoring.
Min-Hyuk, still standing under the studio lights, suddenly raised his voice to get Mr. Jang's attention.
"I know someone who's perfect for this, but I need some rules here."
Mr. Jang looked up from his phone, walking over to the edge of the stage.
"Rules? What do you mean, Mr. Kang?"
"You know that for a high-fashion layout like this, it doesn't matter who wears the clothes—as long as they can carry it."
Mr. Jang shook his head, completely missing the meaning behind the words.
"What are you trying to say, Min-Hyuk?"
"What I'm trying to say is, I know a person who is a perfect fit, but that person's reputation is bad."
Standing up from his chair, the photographer walked over to join them, his tone turning serious.
"Honestly, that doesn't matter for this shoot. This isn't a domestic promotion here in Korea. It's a direct feature for international Fashion Week. Dior is a global brand—global audiences won't know or care about local gossip."
Mr. Jang nodded slowly as the logic sank in.
"He's right. We just need someone who can make the clothes look phenomenal. Who is this person? Do I need to call security or clear a path?"
Mr. Jang started tapping on his phone again, but Min-Hyuk quickly stopped him.
"There's no need. He's already in the room."
Mr. Jang's eyes widened.
"Wait... it's a guy?"
"Yes. And he'll wear these clothes far better than any woman or professional model you're going to find today."
"So where? Call him right now, Mr. Kang. We're losing time"
"But I need a few people for now. Let's go."
Min-Hyuk stepped off the stage, leading Mr. Jang, the photographer, and two assistants straight back down the corridor toward his dressing room.
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