“Just hold still, please, Sehun.” Yixing complains over the edge of his sketch pad. When Sehun had agreed to be drawn for Yixing’s portrait assignment he should have expected Sehun to wiggle all over the chair like an overexcited puppy, but he hadn’t. Sehun puckers his lips at Yixing and smacks an overexagerated kiss in his direction.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while,” Sehun says lowly as he settles back into position.

Yixing is going to fail this assignment.