A/N: This is written from Changjo's POV. As this is my first foray into the Teen Top fandom, and with one of the lesser-known ships, I hope you'll go easy on me. This drabble is a little over 500 words, quite short, and features a rather erted Changjo. You have been warned. XD

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Drabble # 1: Stolen Shot

They’re right in the middle of shooting the music video for ‘To You’, and all Jonghyun can think about is how y Niel-hyung’s looks in those tight red pants.

If he’s honest with himself, it’s all he’s been thinking about for the last four hours, arms and legs on auto-pilot to the sound of Niel-hyung’s husky voice blasting from the speakers while his eyes dart ever so frequently from the gaze of the cameras to the curve of that glorious backside. The legs attached to them are equally alluring, long and slender and seeming to go on forever. They’re the kind of legs the majority of women could only dream of having.

He catches a glimpse of Niel-hyung’s face and has to tamp down a smirk. It’s not just the legs, either. Niel-hyung’s face, with delicate features offset by plump, red lips and skinny build would put girl groups to shame. Bracing for the first jump in the first chorus, he wonders if maybe that’s the reason he’s never found any of the women in the entertainment industry attractive enough to approach; he would unconsciously compare their lips to Niel-hyung’s, which always looked like they’d been thoroughly kissed, especially when he’d just woken up, or how tall they were without heels, or if they used aegyo without meaning to when talking.

He doesn’t have any time to mull it over more before the director calls for a short break. Immediately, he follows Niel-hyung’s lead and falls into step behind him.

“I feel sweaty,” Niel-hyung whines, slipping the jacket down his shoulders. Jonghyun murmurs his agreement, taking his own jacket off completely. This time’s choreography is the most challenging yet, and all the jumping around has left him belatedly feeling like his legs have turned to lead. “And really thirsty. I’ll go get us some water. Jonghyun, you stay here and wait.”

Byunghun-hyung sees him standing around by himself and wastes no time sidling up to him with a knowing glint in his eyes. “I caught you.”

Drawing blanks, Jonghyun can only stare back. “What do you mean?” He asks calmly. He wouldn’t put it past Byunghun-hyung to try and trick him into admitting something embarrassing as payback for all the times he and Niel-hyung ganged up on him.

“Hey, no playing dumb,” The rapper chides, elbowing him lightly, “You were totally checking Niel out, weren’t you?”

Jonghyun allows his mouth to open in a small ‘o’ of surprise, raising his eyebrows. “So you found out?” He says jokingly.

“Your eyes were glued to Niel’s when he was walking away just now.” Byunghun-hyung wears a triumphant smile, like he’s discovered something particularly significant. “Well, Niel is pretty for a guy, so can’t blame you for that. Closest thing to a beauty around here.” There’s no look of horror or disgust, but then again this hyung has grown up in America. Jonghyun ducks his head and just nods, trying his best not to burst into laughter at the casual diss directed towards the stylists.

He doesn’t have the heart to tell the older man he’s actually been at it since the shoot started. Or that this hobby, however unhealthy, isn’t exactly new. Byunghun-hyung’s still right, anyway.

He did check out Niel-hyung’s when he was walking away.