DAY THREE; WHEN OUR HANDS INTERTWINE.

(M/n) paced his room, pondering over what Marinette wanted to talk to him about, sure, it might be about the way I was acting around Adrien recently---or maybe she wants me to come back to work! His thoughts were racing his heart was pounding against his ribcage, forcing his breathing to grow erratic and for his Pacing to freeze abruptly.

Trying to breathe out normally, it only came out as stuttered slurs as he shook his head and gripped his arms hazardously. "COme on..." His voice cracked hopelessly, "Breath normally you idiot!" he hissed, scrunching his nose with an emotional fury of words that began to overwhelm him.

"Come On.." He whispered.

He was surprised that he hadn't crumbled to the ground yet, he didn't need to overthink like this, Marinette was probably just going to ask why he and Adrien were suddenly best friends---it was just a normal situation. So why was he overreacting so much--

His dangerous thoughts were interrupted by the harsh cold ring of his phone going off in his back pocket. Ignoring his racing heart and mindless insults echoing through his head, he breathed in deeply then held it as he grabbed ahold of his phone, fishing it out of his pocket.

The breath that he was holding was let out involuntarily with a loud gasp as he fumbled with his vibrating device in his hands

"A-ADRIEN!" he screamed out, his raw throat rubbing irritably as he coughed out slightly in return, answering it and holding it up to his ear, he waited for the boy's voice to greet him.

"Adrien..?" he hoarsely whispered, wincing at the sound of his own voice as he adjusted his glasses.

Instead of the boy's voice, he heard Plagg's echo through his ears.

"HEYYYYYY! I gotta ask you a favor Kiddo," Plagg smirked with his words as (M/n) glanced to the side and hummed out hesitantly. By just the tone of his squeaky voice, (M/n) could already tell that Plagg was up to no good.

"Wh-What...What is it? How do you have Adrien's Phone---?!" the tall teenager was interrupted by the faint yelling from the other side of the phone, Adrien's voice finally being heard clearly with a slam of a door in the background.

"Listen closely, I can't talk for long--the brat came back, but I need you to head to the central park, Adrien is having a photoshoot there and needs your help!" Before the tallboy could even reject the small favor he was met with silence when the line cut out completely.

(M/n)'s expression could only be described as...interesting.

I'm going to die today, was all that (M/n) could even process in his mind.

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"This is a horrible idea, why am I even here? Should I bail? Marinette wants to talk to me anyway--but what if Adrien gives me those fucking puppy eyes?!" (M/n) argued to himself, hugging his arms closer to his chest as he paced back and forth just outside the park gates.

He hadn't seen Adrien coming over to him, nor did he notice the happy look that his Photographer was giving the two as he had also noticed the stick bug anxiously talking to himself.

"(M/n)! You're here--" Adrien's voice snapped (M/n) out of his thoughts as he screeched out and jumped away from the golden blond. The sound startled the model in question as he flinched back in shock, the two were silent as their eyes met and an awkward tension formed around them. That was until Adrien broke it by laughing cutely--softly, by laughing softly with a rosy blush dusting his cheekbones.

Flustered, (M/n) turned away in embarrassment as he scratched his arm lightly to relieve some of the tension pushed onto him.

"Shut up.." the seventeen-year-old muttered, his lips pursing into a pout as he looked down at the ground away from Adrien's face. "Plagg told me you needed help...?" (M/n) trailed off, smiling tensely as he glanced back to the golden blond. Adrien was staring up at him with wide eyes as his blush grew.

"Plagg told you what?!" Adrien hisses, he immediately whipped his head back to his bag that was by the camera with a glare, his nose scrunching up before he turned back to (M/n) with a guilty grin.

"Sorry about him.." Adrien muttered, (M/n) barely caught it but gave him a curt nod and a soft smile in return.

"Don't worry about it," (M/n) hummed, he took Adrien's hand hesitantly and led him back over to the fountain, "What did you need help with?" he rasped. Before the blond could answer, his Photographer leaned in and wrapped his arm around (M/n)'s shoulder.

"I need you to model with Adrien!" he swooped in, the tall teenager stayed silent for a minute before he yanked his body back, his mouth gaping open as his eyes went wide.

"WHAT---I already told you that I didn't want to!" (M/n) stressed, biting his bottom lip as he hid behind the golden blond, out of the way of the photographer's hands. Adrien chuckled before smiling up at the teenager.

"Don't worry about it! I already talked to him about it---what if your face wasn't in it? And we would be covering your left arm with the angle of the camera!" the model chirped, smiling warmly when he felt the teen clutch his shoulders before relaxing his grip and leaning off of his back.

His expression was hard to decipher and he seemed to think it over before sighing out deeply and resting his forehead on the blond's shoulder, having to lean down to do so. His eyes shifted over to the model and his photographer before rasping out a reply.

"You're sure my face won't be in it?" he trailed off softly, his lips curling into a soft smile as Adrien smiled back at him in surprise--he knew that this was already a lot to ask. And he knew that there were some boundaries, but he also knew that (M/n) slowly dipping his toes into different puddles for different situations he would typically not be relaxed in.

And his Photographer made his satisfaction known to the two teenagers by jumping up in contentment. The lanky man gathered up his equipment before making a quick phone call to his crew to meet in a warehouse used for some of their better photoshoots.

"We'll have a new idea for our photoshoot today, Adrien, I'm thinking of a theme of vampires--oh! Maybe even a knight--" the man was reminded by the golden blond with a glance of his peripheral to calm down.

He cleared his throat, straightening out his back before humming out as he did another once-over on the teenager in front of his employer's son, smirking a little before covering it up with a curt nod.

"I think a suit would fit you perfectly! It would bring out your muscle and show how confident your frame is, " the photographer rambled.

(M/n) felt his body tense, his hands dropping to his sides limply--the older man didn't notice and simply continued on, missing the way the boy stopped responding. Completely in his own world, (M/n) felt his left shoulder burn in protest as his right hand clutched it tightly.

Adrien immediately noticed the action and grabbed ahold of the boy's large hand, his fingers threading with the (s-c)-toned fingers in a swift motion. His gaze snatching (M/n)'s attention just as easily.

"Focus on me," Adrien demands, his voice was stern but concern polluted his jade irises. (M/n) wanted to flinch away at the warmth radiating from the tan olive skin of Adrien's hand. It was addicting--he loathed this feeling but cherished it. "Focus on me, and only me, " he whispered out, their eyes locked, before Adrien's stare faltered to glance up at their hands, he moved to u lace his fingers with care.

His fingertips brushing over the faint callouses and old blisters on (M/n)'s fingertips. The years of piano--the years of practice he did every day demonstrated through the careful work of his soft palms and pretty fingers.

(M/n) lost himself in a trance, his thoughts growing deeper as he noticed how small Adrien's hands were compared to his. How his palm barely fit in his. He had almost forgotten how big he was compared to some of his classmates.

Adrien was no exception.

(M/n) bit his bottom lip and shifted his gaze to the boy playing with his hand, the soft ticklish parts of his sensitive palms, and the small scars that licked at the skin in pale bits captivated the olive-toned blond.

"Adrien.." (M/n) huskily whispered, his voice cut off with a whimper as Adrien trailed his fingers down to his wrist in a feathery light tinge. Before they knew it, the photographer had stopped his rambling and called over their designated driver with a loud shout and an aggressive flail of his arms.

(M/n) went to pull back his hand as he turned around to the car that had pulled up next to the gate of the park only to feel a tug on his ring finger and pinky.

The action sent a shudder down (M/n)'s spine as he turned back to the teenager behind him with a questioning lift of his eyebrow--masking his flustered blush with a snapped grunt.

Adrien said nothing, only holding the boy's fingers before walking in from of him, pulling the taller teen behind him easily as (M/n) staggered a little as he walked--trying to not hit the model with his legs.

The warmth never left (M/n)'s hand even when they got into the limo with Adrien sitting in front of him.

(M/n) felt one step further into his well of feelings that afternoon.

{Hello! I know that this is late but I hoped you enjoyed it! I wanted to spice it up and give you guys some fluffy Adrien x (M/n) content. And for those of you who are wondering--the reader in this story is not a top, he's in fact a tall bottom! These kinda pairings are rare and need to be more commonnnnnnn!!! Sorry for those who were wanting (m/n) to be a top...}