I merely stood stiffly, like a plank of wood next to Jaejoong.

He seemed comfortable in wrapping an arm around my waist, and holding my body to his taller, toned frame. With every touch he made, I bristled, and Jaejoong’s smirk seemed to grow in size. “Not close enough, sweetheart?” He ran his fingers over my cheek again, and placed his face right next to mine, like he was kissing my cheek. The director seemed to be overly excited about this, and started frantically pointing and screaming at the cameraman to take photos. I was as taut as ever, hoping that Jaejoong wouldn’t do anything, and wondering how I, such an ugly girl, had instantly become a model under this jerk’s orders.

“_______-ah, loosen up! Relax!”

I gave a smile, which turned out more like a grimace, and the director sighed.

“May I please have Jonghyun with me, too?”

Jaejoong tensed up a little as I said Jonghyun’s name, but I could have imagined it, because it was gone the moment I felt it. The director looked warily at me after my request, but luckily, decided to oblige to it. Jonghyun came running out, and I stepped over to him, while he wrapped his arms around my neck and put his head on my shoulder. This pose was familiar, something we’d done naturally, and as soon as I was holding Jonghyun’s hand again my heart stopped feeling nervous. “Good, good! You’re a natural-perfect, just move to the side a bit, you guys look great together-Jaejoong, you mind getting out of the photoshoot?”

We moved to the side, Jonghyun deciding to sit on the floor, and me on his lap. “Great pose, but can you smile a bit more?”

We started to smile automatically, but it was only when Jonghyun told me a joke that I started to genuinely laugh. “So, _____, what kind of candy do you eat when you’re about to die?”

“I don’t know. What?”

“Lifesavers,” he whipered, and we both started chuckling. The camera fired after that, and I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Jaejoong. He looked shocked, like he’d never been asked to get away from the screen during a shoot. I smiled once I saw Jonghyun grin at Jaejoong, and we continued to pose, snapping shots together. Jaejoong looked onwards from the sidelines, and as our photoshoot wrapped up, I stuck my tongue out at him. He looked away, lost in thought, and I felt satisfied, as I had finally gotten what little revenge I could possible muster on him. As the crowd began to disperse, Jonghyun gave one last glance at him, and turned over to me. 

“Don’t get too close to him. I don’t like him, okay, _____?”

“Don’t worry, Jjong. I’ll definitely take that advice.” I smiled at him, and he left to go wash off his face. The director motioned for Jaejoong’s turn, and I took one last look at the cameras before decided to head over to the dressing rooms. All of my plans were changed, though, once I felt some strong arms suddenly pick me up from the ground. 

“YAH!”

I looked up to the face of Jaejoong, and he gave me his trademark smirk. “Better hold on tight, sweetheart, we don’t want to hurt your ugly face any more.”

“YOU !” I screamed, but Jaejoong was already standing at the screen again. This time, the cameras went faster than I had ever seen them, and the director was once again furiously shouting orders. If it was possible, he was yelling even louder than he was earlier, and there was this mad look to his eye, like he’d finally gotten the photo he was looking for.  “Oh, ______, if you could have shown this charisma earlier, I would have hired you as a model on the spot!” Jaejoong whispered in my ear.

“WHAT CHARISMA?” I snapped back into his.

He just smiled serenely, and I felt his grip on me drop a bit. Scared, I quickly grabbed on to his shoulders, and looked down at the ground worriedly. Jaejoong scoffed. “If that was all it took for you to hold on to me, I should have just dropped you at the start.”

“Please no!” I squeaked.

“No?”

“Please!”

Jaejoong grinned, and before I knew it, he’d lowered his face to mine and was kissing me.

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