When the Chinese food they had ordered arrived, Ho-jin watched Ba-da take her salad and Ji-hun's order and walk over to Ji-hun, who was sitting quietly off to the side. Ba-da had really warmed up to him. There was no way Ho-jin could hear what they were talking about from where he stood, but when he saw Ji-hun smile at her, his heart melted. Always smile, we're happy when you smile.

But there was something else that made Ho-jin even happier.

Their professional compatibility.

Before Ho-jin could even finish an instruction, Ji-hun could already do exactly what he wanted. He knew his sunbae so well that before Ho-jin could even say, "Chin..." Ji-hun had already tilted his chin. He knew where and how to place his hand, where to look, and what kind of expression Ho-jin wanted from him just from the way Ho-jin looked at him.

And every time, the expression in his eyes was the same. Was I good, sunbae? Did you like it?

So when Ba-da asked Ji-hun how many times he had worked with Ho-jin before and where this kind of compatibility between them came from, Ji-hun made it sound as unimportant as possible and said that because he studied photography himself, he could usually understand what a photographer wanted before being told.

Still, Ji-hun got nervous. He had just broken one of Ho-jin's rules: "Don't make it obvious you're used to me taking your pictures."

After Ba-da bothered to eat half her salad, she went outside for a cigarette. Ji-hun finally pretended to look around the room while searching for Ho-jin.

Ho-jin was talking to the Wersace representative and In-soo, who had arrived on set a little while earlier.

While In-soo was talking to the Wersace representative, Ho-jin looked around a little. Or rather, he pretended to be looking around. When his eyes met Ji-hun's, he licked his lips for a moment. Ji-hun immediately turned his head away; they were both red.

Ho-jin turned back to In-soo and the representative. "We're about to start shooting, Boss," he said, giving both of them a nod.

On his way back toward his equipment, he looked at Ji-hun again. Ji-hun was calmly trying to finish his guotie.

Ho-jin remembered how much he hated seeing him this quiet.

Unlike what everyone else thought, Ho-jin really loved Ji-hun's troublemaking side. Nobody knew better than Ho-jin how much Ji-hun deserved to be full of life and have fun. He picked up his camera and started toward Ji-hun, then stopped when Ba-da came through the door.

Ba-da smiled at him. "Are we starting?"

"Yes. Makeup, come freshen both of them up. You have five minutes."

"Of course," Ba-da said as the makeup artists came toward them. "But don't go, Ho-jin. Let's talk for a bit."

Now Ho-jin was smiling at the things Ba-da whispered into his ear, sometimes even laughing, and they were standing very close.

Ji-hun sat there while his face was powdered and did not even look at them. He did not want to give anything away and put Ho-jin sunbae in a difficult position.

But one of the studio workers tripped and bumped into Ba-da. Ba-da gave a small cry as she fell against Ho-jin, and Ho-jin caught her in his arms. Ji-hun turned his head.

"Sorry, Ho-jin," Ba-da said. Then she turned and gave the crew member a hard look. She had just opened her mouth to say something, probably to yell, when Ho-jin held her and turned her toward him. "Are you okay?" Then he reached out and fixed Ba-da's hair.

Mispatch my ass, sunbae... Ji-hun thought, watching them from the corner of his eye.

When the shoot started again, Ho-jin was more relaxed this time. He took shot after shot, and his conversation with Ba-da became warmer as time passed.

Ji-hun had noticed Ba-da's excessive interest in Ho-jin, but for someone who had fooled men he hated with a smile in a host bar and pretended to love his mother's killer, controlling himself was child's play.

It still bothered him. He did not like someone approaching a person who belonged to him so brazenly.

After who knew how many outfit changes, they were finally close to the end of the shoot.

For the next shot, Ba-da had to sit in front of Ji-hun and lean her back against him. Ji-hun would sit behind her and look at her slightly from above, but for some reason, even though Ho-jin told her three or four times to lift her head and look at Ji-hun, she was making Ho-jin waste one frame after another and would not take her eyes off him.

Ji-hun took a deep breath. Enough, bitch. He reached out and caught Ba-da under the jaw. With one hard movement, he turned her face upward, looked straight into her eyes, and said, "Noona, look at me," before leaning toward her.

As he brought his lips closer to hers, he could feel the pulse at the side of Ba-da's neck beating so hard beneath his fingers that it almost seemed ready to jump out. Ba-da. Badum. Badum. Badum. Ba-da... Well, shit. That's fucking funny...

"Moon Ji-hun!"

Ji-hun lifted his head. "Yes, Ho-jin-ssi?" he said calmly.

Ho-jin went still for a moment. He was squeezing the grip of his camera so hard that anyone looking at his knuckles might think his hand was about to break. "That pose was… very good. Do it again," Ho-jin said, bringing the camera to his eye.

This time, Ji-hun slowly took Ba-da's face in his hand and made her look at him.

Ba-da was in shock. Ji-hun was extremely handsome, and that rough move a moment earlier had really made her lose her head.

When Ho-jin started pressing the shutter, Ba-da swallowed once, and her eyes moved down from Ji-hun's eyes to his lips.

"That's all for today. Thank you, everyone. You were great."

When Ba-da turned toward Ho-jin, Ji-hun had already let go of her and stood up. He joined in the crew's applause and bowed respectfully to the people around him. 

He could already guess what was going to happen ten minutes from now, and he did not give a shit.

Because nobody got to hit on his boyfriend, and Wersace could go to hell too.