"You don’t seem very excited about this shoot, what’s wrong?" Taeil asked, watching from the bed as his boyfriend skulked around their bedroom, getting ready to head out to the studio.

Jiho frowned, running a hand through his dark hair and shaking it out again, “I don’t know, it’s some weird… criminal theme, and I’ve got to be handcuffed and covered in injury makeup or something. It’s just not my thing.”

Taeil, though, had gotten an all-too-familiar grin on his face that cause the younger man to blush, “I don’t know, Jiho, that sounds pretty hot.”