“Second’s nothing to sneeze at,” Baekhyun remarks, rubbing his nose. “But all this hairspray is. Could we move, maybe? Or, you know, if you just wanna get away from your stuffy manager and his archaic prejudices… Because he hasn’t noticed us, yet.”

Sehun frowns, looking away to think. “Well, there are the green rooms, where people wait between shows or whatever. They may not be empty.”

“Let’s find out!” Baekhyun smiles, tail wagging and upsetting the dust on the potted plant’s leaves. He waits for the Dane to stand, and his knees weaken a little.

Sehun’s a big boy.

Baekhyun’s just about eye-level-with his mouth.

The green rooms are somewhat central to backstage, with at least two doors, a long table with food and bottled water, and sofas or chairs throughout. The first couple they look into have models and staff milling around, trying to find their calm in the stewing seas of stress and competition.

The third room is vacant once a miniature Poodle leaves and squeezes back through the throng backstage.

Sehun enters, browsing the food table for a moment but taking nothing. Baekhyun kicks the door stops from beneath the open door and lets it ease shut.

“I thought you wanted an interview.” The model’s tail curls a little around his leg, but he doesn’t shy away from the light hand on his waist. He’s used to being touched.

“Actions speak louder than words.” He’s rarely so bold with a stranger outside of a bar or club. Even then, there’s usually alcohol or some sort of drug involved.

But Sehun’s his type, and if there’s a chance, then he’s going to take it. He’s not a good reporter just for his writing skills; he’s ambitious and tenacious.

“If you don’t want to, just say it, and I’ll leave you alone. Don’t even have to give a statement.”

Sehun sits on a sofa, long legs extended with his ankles crossed. Looking at the door, he chews his lip. There’s a flicker of envy in Baekhyun’s gut, but he ignores it and laughs softly.

“Don’t overthink it. If you’re that worried, just—”

“I was just wondering about the doors. They don’t have locks.”