A/N: Update! Don’t wanna say anything more … since I told you all this is angst fr the beginning … Plz enjoy and tell me what you

think! :D

Pose.

Click.

Another pose.

Another click.

One more pose.

One more click.

“Yenny, Let’s stop here today. I’m sorry … I’m not in the mood to go on … Let’s continue tomorrow …”

Being one of his partner models for a couple of years, the mentioned model just nodded and left for the changing room with her

stylist and makeup artist without any question, making him feel thankful. He put his beloved camera on the working table with a

heavy sigh before letting himself sink into the couch and rubbing his temple.

Something was seriously wrong with him in these days.

He realized that fact when he felt his passion for photography gradually vanished, like his soul leaving his body and this was the

worst and the scariest feeling for him, who had chosen his camera over everything throughout his life.

He was in a complete mess right now.

Because of a guy called Eric Mun.

Eric Mun.

Another sigh came out again from his mouth and at the same time, he tried to lean more into the couch, like he just wanted to

disappear among the cushions.

He had never known that waiting a call from someone was that much tiring and soul-draining. And the image of that “someone”

popping up in his mind the whole day also did not help him at all. He almost became dizzy, his mind going around and around the

only one centre, like the satellite orbiting around the earth.

But, still, the call had not come.

The last three days had been like a trip between heaven and hell for him since the memories from the party night was keeping him

thrilled while his silent phone was making him question what all sparks from that night had gone.

Maybe he had been only an entertainment for one night for Eric Mun?

But if so, why was there Eric’s card in his wallet?

He wanted to deny that it was just for politeness and he weakly did so in his mind.

Seriously, were there not any more than this?

His fingers kept wondering around the call button beside “Eric Mun” on his phone but ended up exiting to the home screen.

He was a coward after all.

The possibility of Eric not picking his call. The possibility of Eric not remembering him, a mere photographer that he had met once.

And the worst of all.

The possibility of Eric acting like that night meant nothing at all to him while it was everything that he was clinging onto.

All those possibilities were punching his already weak heart and he did not think he had any courage to face even one of them.

Since when had he been that much weak? This was the question that was haunting him and bringing him sleepless nights. It was not

that he did not know the answer. Actually he had already found the answer and that made him more terrified.

Because everything led him back to one person.

Eric Mun, the player of hearts and the man who loved no one except himself.

He stood up and ended up in front of his computer on the work table, joining his camera to the computer. After a few clicks, photos

of the too familiar guy were spread over the screen.

He was too perfect in that tuxedo. Like Prince Charming in a fairy tale.

Even in still photos, his charisma along with the vibe of a player was not covered even a little bit, overwhelming the photographer’s

senses. With the background of white decorations and even his favorite white lilies, the images of the man in black tuxedo had been

captured in more than a perfect way, leaving him breathless again. His intentional or unintentional smirks in some photos just added

more fuel on his already burning left chest area.

Perfection like this was seriously a sin, making his heart yearning for more.

He trailed the outline of the man in photos, his fingers mapping over the LCD screen and his mind wondering aimlessly.

Love at first sight? It was already true enough for the present him.

But it would be more true to say that it was love at second sight, love at third sight.

And more and more love at every single sight.

He was really hopeless.  

A series of footsteps in a pair of hard shoes entered his ears and after immediately turning his head to check who the intruder was,

he froze.

Everything stopped.

Even his breathing and his heart.

Scarily, there was no sound at all and it was so silent that he even wondered if his hearing sense had gone suddenly. It was like his

brain had shut down all the processes in it and put all the focus on only one thing.

On only one person now standing in front of him, so calmly like the moment before a storm.

Opposite to his beating like hell poor heart.

“The door’s open … So, I came in … Did I disturb you?”

Yes. He disturbed him. He disturbed his whole normal life. Very much.  

“Ah … It … No problem … I’m not working anyway …”

Surprisingly he managed to find words to reply instead of dropping his jaws silently without any reply.

“Sorry for not calling you first … I was just being around here and remembered your studio was in the neighborhood … Sorry again …

You look so shocked …. Seems like I succeeded my surprise visit mission …”

The “surprise visitor” gave an amusing chuckle at the end of his own words while the studio owner was just standing there in

half-dazed, half-awake state.

“Yes. Eric Mun. You succeeded. You already succeeded in making my heart stop every time I see you.”

Those silent words were never let out from his mouth and instead, he merely gave the guest a weak smile.

“Oh? Is it me?”

Confusion was the first thing that hit him after that question but in a flash, he realized what Eric was referring, judging from the

direction of Eric’s focus.

He turned his back in a millisecond and turned off his computer, almost crushing it up. Heat was rising up on his face and neck, while

he did still not know how to turn his face again towards Eric.

Although he was giving his back view to the latter, he could feel how an amused look was plastering up on Eric’s face at the moment

and when he heard a short and low chuckle, he just wanted to dig a hole and hide himself.  

Then, he heard footsteps drifting away from his position and from the corner of his left eye, he saw Eric was walking slowly around

the studio.

“You have a really nice studio, Hyesung-shi …”

He breathed in deeply and turned his body around to face the back of Eric but unfortunately, now, Eric was looking at him with a

direct strong gaze.

So directly and strongly that it felt like he was stripping his clothes with his eyes and even baring his soul.

It went like that only for a few seconds, staring at each other without a word but for him, it seemed like an endless falling into a

black hole.

Finally, he succeeded in restoring his common sense and forced a polite smile at the one standing opposite of him.

“Thank you. It’s just I love this place a lot.”

Then, he started to move, approaching the small fridge at the far corner of the room. He just wanted to keep a distance from Eric

because he was not sure of himself what kinds of crazy things he would do if he kept staying near that man.

“What do you want? Beer or juice?”

“Beer, please.”

A reply came back as quickly as possible and he ended up grabbing two cans of beer from the freezer. He also needed something to

keep his heartbeat normal again and he seriously hoped a can of cold beer could help him.

He handed one can over to Eric and could not help but kept staring how the man opened it and gulped down almost half of the

content in one shot. All those movements were both pure gold and death sentence for his heart at the same time.

“Can’t open it? I’ll help you …”

Thinking straightly and naively, he tried to refuse but when Eric’s hand grabbed his own one, instead of beer can, he started to see

stars and finally understood where they were going.

Taking a step back, and then another step, and then another step …

When he felt a cold hard wall against his back, he realized he was trapped in an unbreakable net.

“Shall we stop acting around? It’s time to stop … and move on to the real game …”

Eric’s low voice against his ear created goose bumps all over his body. Now he noticed more how there was almost no vacancy

between their bodies and Eric’s one hand was still on his hand while other was still holding his open beer can. Even a slight

movement made dangerous clicks between their bodies and sent electric shivers along his spine. But all this time, he could not move

or even open his mouth to reply since he was too drowning in a pair of brown orbs.

“But I’m dangerous, you know? But I also know you want me … and I want you …”

No. I don’t want you. I just love you. And please love me back. Don’t just want me as a thing.

He screamed in his mind but in reality, no word came out of his dry and choked up throat. And surprisingly he found himself nodding

softly. Maybe he could make Eric love him back later. Who knows? Maybe Eric would fall for him if he knew his love.

Eric’s breath grazed his exposed neck, making him tremble uncontrollably and his already cloudy mind could not differentiate if it

was accidental or intentional. Suddenly, his knees became weak and he leaned himself onto the wall helplessly for more support.

“So still wanna play with me? If you say yes, I’ll make you feel good …”

Eric was like hypnotizing him, saying out the words slowly yet so deeply. At the end of it, he could not help but let out the most

dangerous word in his life, knowing after that, there would be no turning back.

“Yes.”

He let it out so softly that it was merely like a sigh coming out but Eric surely caught it perfectly and his smirk appeared first before

leaning more into his face.

“Then, let’s start the game …”

Eric’s breath touched his lips and then the next second, the fireworks started in his chest.

His lips were caressed softly with Eric’s too skillful ones and not even after a few seconds, the movements started to aggressive,

both on his lips and his whole body. He also started to reply the kiss back but his skill was not even close to Eric’s and he ended up

being a total submissive one.

Later, he heard metals hitting on the hard floor and realized now his hands were around Eric’s neck when Eric’s were roaming over

his too sensitive body, leaving fiery sensations along their paths. At the same time, Eric’s tongue almost forcefully entered his

mouth, tasting and his soul out of his controlled body and at the same time, making him tipsy just with the remaining bitter

taste of beer from Eric’s mouth.

He knew it was wrong and he would get regret after all these happenings. However, his could not stop feeling so right and perfect in

this state. He thought he already saw what the heaven was and it was all about Eric and Eric alone. He knew it was too shameful to

show that kind of side of him to a man who he just knew but at the moment, his body was rebelling him in any way and already way

too far from his control. All he could do right now was to grab a fistful of Eric’s hair strands and silently beg him to taste him more.

“Let me be loved by him and I’ll accept the sin later …”

Desperate pairs of hands, needy moans and aggressive growls, opened belts and shirts, sloppy yet intense kisses, soaring high

pleasures and Eric’s skillful hands and lips.

After all, he exploded.

When he got back his consciousness, he found himself lying on the couch in his studio, his shirt open and his jeans sagging around

his knees and catching up his lost breaths while Eric was in the same condition with him, except he was wearing his trademark smirk

and buttoning his shirt back.

He smiled weakly at Eric and Eric caressed his face tenderly while smiling back.

Then, the realization hit him hard.

He had just made out with a man he had just known three days ago and even received a great on the couch in his own

studio, while shamelessly.

He knew his pride and dignity as a man had vanished into thin air and he was left with hickeys and aftermath of intense pleasure.

He should be happy since it was the one he had wanted.

Being held by the one he loved. Getting the pleasure and kisses from the one he loved.

But …

Why was he feeling empty?

Even with Eric’s soft kiss on his cheek before leaving after making sure he was redressed again.

Why was he feeling empty?