The Newcomer
Title: The Newcomer
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1.5k
Summary: Kyungsoo is the veteran and Baekhyun is the newcomer.
Notes: model!au
Fingers glide across smooth skin, uncurling and tracing unfamiliar steps before they pause on the back of Kyungsoo’s neck. He drags his eyes up from where he’s been staring at the floor to meet gazes with the new model, hoping to gain popularity by posing with an already well-known model of around the same age. He notes how the other already looks so professional standing next to him.
Bright flashes scatter throughout the room around them as the photographer snaps as many photos as she can. “That’s good,” she calls out, snapping a few more shots. Kyungsoo gradually breaks eye contact at feeling the other's fingers hook around his neck and play with the hair at the base of his scalp. He allows the other to do what he wants while he sees more flashes out of the corners of his eyes. It’s not the worst he’s let happen.
“I think that will be good for now,” the photographer announces, looking to her camera to review her work, “Good job, Baekhyun. Great as usual, Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo looks up, impassive look on his face as he nods before bowing, the hand on his neck releasing its grip as he does so. “Thank you,” his deep voice resonates, bowing to each individual person afterwards. He has an image to keep up, after all.
Next to him, he notices the way Baekhyun’s eyes light up and he’s smiling brightly, typical attitude of a fresh model in the business, “Thank you, everyone! Thank you!”
Kyungsoo simply looks at him before bowing and walking away to his dressing room. Everything seems so familiar and routine by now, he finds nothing terribly exciting about the business anymore, maybe except if he gets to work with Jongin or Sehun. Those two know him like the back of their hands, he’s always amazed whenever they show up to the same shoot and each of them are bringing him his favorite Americano with the right amount of whip cream and sugar added to it. He makes it to his dressing room when he hears padding of feet quickly following him. He looks to the side to see Baekhyun’s brightly smiling face coming closer.
“Thank you so much for doing this photoshoot with me,” the newcomer immediately says, stopping abruptly in front of him to bow properly, “It means a lot to me.”
Kyungsoo continues to look at him before giving his own small bow back, “Anything for a new and fresh model.” It’s supposed to be a genuine response that happens to unintentionally sound sarcastic. It honestly delights him to see somebody still so energetic and happy to be doing what they’re paid to do. He pays half a mind as he enters his dressing room and hears rustling from behind him. He doesn’t care if the newcomer comes in or not. It’s not the worst he’s let happen.
He freely strips, hoping to find some clothes that are comfortable but fashionable at the same time. He could probably wear some of Kris Wu’s brand - that man knows how to be fashionable and comfortable at the same time. He doesn’t flinch when he feels fingers gliding across his bare shoulder, quickly becoming accustomed to the fingers he has to admit are quite beautiful. He’s searching through a dresser full of shirts when those same fingers hook on the back of his neck once again, playing with the stray strands at the base of his scalp.
“Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun softly questions, sounding uncertain as he keeps his grip firm but light.
Kyungsoo’s become used to this by now. He stifles in a tired sigh as he straightens and picks his eyes up from the dresser. He notices the other’s hesitance instead of the professionalism shown earlier and gives him a questioning look through his eyes. He watches, as the other doesn’t move, instead taking the first step by turning towards the newcomer and taking one step forward. His brow quirks when Baekhyun’s eyes flash with sudden confusion before he takes a step back. “If you want something, take it,” is the only thing that escapes his mouth as he waits for Baekhyun to do what Chanyeol and Yixing first did when they each had a shoot together.
Footsteps echo behind the closed dressing room door, probably from the staff members as they run around to finish errands. It seems louder than what he’s used to as Baekhyun continues to stare at him, seeming to try and gather his thoughts into a coherent order instead of a beautiful mess Kyungsoo knows should be happening in his brain by now. His breath subtly catches in his throat when he feels the fingers loosen around his neck and trace unfamiliar steps down his shoulder.
“I’ve heard rumors,” Baekhyun softly starts out, watching as his fingers cause goosebumps to form on the other’s skin in its wake. He looks back up into Kyungsoo’s constantly impassive gaze, “I don't want to be like those other ones.” He slowly retracts his hand, trying to figure out what the experienced model is currently thinking, “I want to know your true personality you show the famous Jongin and Sehun. I want to know your favorite everything. I want to know your dreams.”
Kyungsoo stares at him. It’s slightly different, but it’s not the first time he’s heard something like that. Zitao said that, and then he left to pursue his extended career as an actor in China. He looks into determined eyes before he simply turns, finally thinking of what to wear as he searches for the shirt. “If you are using that as an excuse, you don’t need to have one. Take it.” All he hears is complete silence. Maybe the other is determining how to ravage him first. It’s not the worst he’s let happen.
He doesn’t expect those same fingers gently caressing down his arm after he’s got his shirt on. He doesn’t expect those same fingers hovering above his hand, and he doesn’t expect those same fingers tentatively reaching around to push his fingers into his own, making them fit between narrow spaces. He looks up to Baekhyun whose eyes seem to be burning with a newfound passion. He never knew he could read emotions as well as he can right now through somebody else’s eyes before.
“I want to know the Do Kyungsoo who first started out in the modeling agency as the freshest man to come about on teen magazines in years. I want to know the Do Kyungsoo who aspired to start off as a model because that’s how he was discovered before he could even show the world his beautiful talent of singing. I want to know the Do Kyungsoo you’ve hidden over the years because of pain and heartbreak."
Kyungsoo suddenly feels hypersensitive, taking in the words because he’s never had anyone bring up his love for singing except Jongin and Sehun before, “How do you know about my singing?” He’s made sure Jongin and Sehun kept his talent a secret. He notices the flush that comes about Baekhyun’s cheeks. He stares at him a bit longer before letting out a tired chuckle, “So, you’re one of those crazy fans who became a model to get me.” He let out an exhausted sigh, turning to pull his hand out of the other’s grip, “If you want me for my body, you can have one night like the others.”
Sudden singing makes him stop mid-step, eyes widening as he spins on his heel to stare at the other. He hasn’t heard that song since he was nine and a half years old. The only time he sang it was during elementary school when the teacher requested each student to show a talent to the class. It was an old song his grandfather used to sing to him when he was even younger than that. He knows where he’s heard Byun Baekhyun before. His eyes fixate on the newcomer who has his eyes closed and his stable, beautiful voice resonates throughout the room.
Only after a few lines, Baekhyun stops singing. He hears blood rushing in his ears and feels it finding its way onto his face as it turns a light pink. He gives Kyungsoo a sheepish smile. “I fell in love with you when I first heard you sing this song in class all those years ago.”
Kyungsoo doesn’t realize how close Baekhyun has gotten until he feels beautiful, slim fingers tracing familiar steps up his neck before hooking them and pulling him in gently. He expects the other to kiss him on the lips. He’s completely surprised when all the other does is pull him into a gentle hug.
Maybe he can make an exception for this newcomer.
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1.5k
Summary: Kyungsoo is the veteran and Baekhyun is the newcomer.
Notes: model!au
Fingers glide across smooth skin, uncurling and tracing unfamiliar steps before they pause on the back of Kyungsoo’s neck. He drags his eyes up from where he’s been staring at the floor to meet gazes with the new model, hoping to gain popularity by posing with an already well-known model of around the same age. He notes how the other already looks so professional standing next to him.
Bright flashes scatter throughout the room around them as the photographer snaps as many photos as she can. “That’s good,” she calls out, snapping a few more shots. Kyungsoo gradually breaks eye contact at feeling the other's fingers hook around his neck and play with the hair at the base of his scalp. He allows the other to do what he wants while he sees more flashes out of the corners of his eyes. It’s not the worst he’s let happen.
“I think that will be good for now,” the photographer announces, looking to her camera to review her work, “Good job, Baekhyun. Great as usual, Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo looks up, impassive look on his face as he nods before bowing, the hand on his neck releasing its grip as he does so. “Thank you,” his deep voice resonates, bowing to each individual person afterwards. He has an image to keep up, after all.
Next to him, he notices the way Baekhyun’s eyes light up and he’s smiling brightly, typical attitude of a fresh model in the business, “Thank you, everyone! Thank you!”
Kyungsoo simply looks at him before bowing and walking away to his dressing room. Everything seems so familiar and routine by now, he finds nothing terribly exciting about the business anymore, maybe except if he gets to work with Jongin or Sehun. Those two know him like the back of their hands, he’s always amazed whenever they show up to the same shoot and each of them are bringing him his favorite Americano with the right amount of whip cream and sugar added to it. He makes it to his dressing room when he hears padding of feet quickly following him. He looks to the side to see Baekhyun’s brightly smiling face coming closer.
“Thank you so much for doing this photoshoot with me,” the newcomer immediately says, stopping abruptly in front of him to bow properly, “It means a lot to me.”
Kyungsoo continues to look at him before giving his own small bow back, “Anything for a new and fresh model.” It’s supposed to be a genuine response that happens to unintentionally sound sarcastic. It honestly delights him to see somebody still so energetic and happy to be doing what they’re paid to do. He pays half a mind as he enters his dressing room and hears rustling from behind him. He doesn’t care if the newcomer comes in or not. It’s not the worst he’s let happen.
He freely strips, hoping to find some clothes that are comfortable but fashionable at the same time. He could probably wear some of Kris Wu’s brand - that man knows how to be fashionable and comfortable at the same time. He doesn’t flinch when he feels fingers gliding across his bare shoulder, quickly becoming accustomed to the fingers he has to admit are quite beautiful. He’s searching through a dresser full of shirts when those same fingers hook on the back of his neck once again, playing with the stray strands at the base of his scalp.
“Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun softly questions, sounding uncertain as he keeps his grip firm but light.
Kyungsoo’s become used to this by now. He stifles in a tired sigh as he straightens and picks his eyes up from the dresser. He notices the other’s hesitance instead of the professionalism shown earlier and gives him a questioning look through his eyes. He watches, as the other doesn’t move, instead taking the first step by turning towards the newcomer and taking one step forward. His brow quirks when Baekhyun’s eyes flash with sudden confusion before he takes a step back. “If you want something, take it,” is the only thing that escapes his mouth as he waits for Baekhyun to do what Chanyeol and Yixing first did when they each had a shoot together.
Footsteps echo behind the closed dressing room door, probably from the staff members as they run around to finish errands. It seems louder than what he’s used to as Baekhyun continues to stare at him, seeming to try and gather his thoughts into a coherent order instead of a beautiful mess Kyungsoo knows should be happening in his brain by now. His breath subtly catches in his throat when he feels the fingers loosen around his neck and trace unfamiliar steps down his shoulder.
“I’ve heard rumors,” Baekhyun softly starts out, watching as his fingers cause goosebumps to form on the other’s skin in its wake. He looks back up into Kyungsoo’s constantly impassive gaze, “I don't want to be like those other ones.” He slowly retracts his hand, trying to figure out what the experienced model is currently thinking, “I want to know your true personality you show the famous Jongin and Sehun. I want to know your favorite everything. I want to know your dreams.”
Kyungsoo stares at him. It’s slightly different, but it’s not the first time he’s heard something like that. Zitao said that, and then he left to pursue his extended career as an actor in China. He looks into determined eyes before he simply turns, finally thinking of what to wear as he searches for the shirt. “If you are using that as an excuse, you don’t need to have one. Take it.” All he hears is complete silence. Maybe the other is determining how to ravage him first. It’s not the worst he’s let happen.
He doesn’t expect those same fingers gently caressing down his arm after he’s got his shirt on. He doesn’t expect those same fingers hovering above his hand, and he doesn’t expect those same fingers tentatively reaching around to push his fingers into his own, making them fit between narrow spaces. He looks up to Baekhyun whose eyes seem to be burning with a newfound passion. He never knew he could read emotions as well as he can right now through somebody else’s eyes before.
“I want to know the Do Kyungsoo who first started out in the modeling agency as the freshest man to come about on teen magazines in years. I want to know the Do Kyungsoo who aspired to start off as a model because that’s how he was discovered before he could even show the world his beautiful talent of singing. I want to know the Do Kyungsoo you’ve hidden over the years because of pain and heartbreak."
Kyungsoo suddenly feels hypersensitive, taking in the words because he’s never had anyone bring up his love for singing except Jongin and Sehun before, “How do you know about my singing?” He’s made sure Jongin and Sehun kept his talent a secret. He notices the flush that comes about Baekhyun’s cheeks. He stares at him a bit longer before letting out a tired chuckle, “So, you’re one of those crazy fans who became a model to get me.” He let out an exhausted sigh, turning to pull his hand out of the other’s grip, “If you want me for my body, you can have one night like the others.”
Sudden singing makes him stop mid-step, eyes widening as he spins on his heel to stare at the other. He hasn’t heard that song since he was nine and a half years old. The only time he sang it was during elementary school when the teacher requested each student to show a talent to the class. It was an old song his grandfather used to sing to him when he was even younger than that. He knows where he’s heard Byun Baekhyun before. His eyes fixate on the newcomer who has his eyes closed and his stable, beautiful voice resonates throughout the room.
Only after a few lines, Baekhyun stops singing. He hears blood rushing in his ears and feels it finding its way onto his face as it turns a light pink. He gives Kyungsoo a sheepish smile. “I fell in love with you when I first heard you sing this song in class all those years ago.”
Kyungsoo doesn’t realize how close Baekhyun has gotten until he feels beautiful, slim fingers tracing familiar steps up his neck before hooking them and pulling him in gently. He expects the other to kiss him on the lips. He’s completely surprised when all the other does is pull him into a gentle hug.
Maybe he can make an exception for this newcomer.