“Your posing earlier,” Jeonghan muttered, running his fingers across Joshua’s jaw and down his neck, “you were too y.”

“I wasn’t,” Joshua protested, “I was just doing what the photographer asked me to do.”

“You didn’t need to crane your neck like that,” he said, hands dipping into the gap a bit, fingers lightly caressing his collarbones, “you had your collarbones on display. It was too y. The gap in your shirt.” As Jeonghan said that, he let his other hand come up and start to Joshua’s shirt. “The way you looked at the camera. That come hither look,” Jeonghan groaned low, his hands touching Joshua’s now chest.