He met her outside the studio. He didn't go in even though he arrived first, instead calling Eunji up and asking her to meet him outside. Part of it was him rationalizing that it would look better if they went in together, the other was him being nervous and not wanting to face them alone.

A wave of relief washed over him as she pulled up and waved cheerily to him. Even if she was nervous, at least she wasn't showing it, which put him at ease.

She linked her arms with his. "For realism," she told him.

He smiled, he hadn't thought of that.

The two walked through the door and into a prepped and ready photography studio. He saw a massive white screen with light equipment and cameras all around, the photographer in question adjusting his camera settings and the lighting to take the best possible shots of the couple. 

The interviewer turned to see the two idols walking in and stood up to greet them. "Suho-shi, Eunji-shi, we're glad to have you here," she said, bowing.

Eunji unhooked her hands from his arm and he put his arms down to his sides. The two then bowed deeply. "Thank you for having us!" they both said in unison. 

"The pleasure is all mine." The interviewer bowed once more. "Now, before we start the interview, should we first have the photoshoot?"

Junmyeon nodded. "We'll do that," he agreed. "What's the concept?"

"Is it just going to be there?" Eunji asked, pointing to the white screen.

The interviewer looked back at it. "It's part of the shoot, yes," she agreed. "But we were hoping to get something more from the two of you."

"Something more?" Junmyeon began to feel a cold chill settle in his stomach.

The interviewer nodded. "The white screen is just for the cover. You two were aware that you'll be on the cover, right?" The two nodded. "But the cover is different from the actual photoshoot. The set is behind that door."

He turned to the direction she was pointing to see a door. He slowly inched towards the door and opened it to see a fashionable bedroom.

A bedroom...

He was sure his skin was as white as a sheet right now. He looked to Eunji, to the interviewer and then back to Eunji.

"I was thinking we could get a different side of your relationship," the interviewer said, obviously not noticing (ignoring) the mental stress he was going through. "You've been in the public eye as the great couple, the good one, but we all know that's only what's on the surface. We want to get a deeper interview, much more intimate, definitely much better..." She trailed off, smiling at the ideas forming in her head.

"Uh..." Eunji opened her mouth but found herself unable to speak.

Junmyeon grabbed her wrist. "May we have a moment?" he asked the interviewer.

"Sure..." She was clearly still engrossed in her fantasy of the two idols.

Junmyeon took Eunji to the other side of the studio, away from the prying eyes. Once there, he looked both ways quickly before looking down at her once again.

"Alright," he said, his voice determined, "the shoot hasn't started yet, so we still have time. You go scout the studio and find a backdoor, I'll call our managers to come and pick us up..."

"What?" she asked. "Wait, hold up. What on earth are you talking about, Suho-shi?" 

"Escaping," he stated. 

"Why though?"

He stared at her, dumbfounded. "There's a bed..." he said. "It means..."

"I know what a bed means," she interrupted him. "I'm not a kid anymore, you know. I'm just three years younger than you." 

"But still..." he insisted. "Are you sure you want to do something like that?"

"It's not like they'll force us to get physical on camera," she rationalized.

"I'll still have to touch you," he pointed out. "We haven't even got that intimate yet. We were going to take it at our own pace."

"We don't have a choice," she retaliated. "We were the ones who decided to do this photoshoot, we'd better make it count." He opened his mouth to argue but closed it when he considered her points. "And besides..." He looked at her, raising an eyebrow at the smirk she was throwing him. "This isn't the first time we've been in each other's personal space."

He was confused at first, running through the memory reel in his mind to place where exactly he had entered her personal space. As far as he knew, they hadn't even gotten further than holding hands. But then he landed on a very specific memory...back before the scandal happened. He gaped.

She chuckled when she saw his mouth drop open. He hastily looked down, his cheeks colored a bright red. 

She held his wrist this time. "Just think of it like you're acting," she told him.

"You won't mind?" he asked her, eyes full of concern.

She shook her head. "It's acting," she said. "Also, I trust you." 

He searched her face for any signs of fear, any sign of unease. But as she looked up at him, all he could see in her brown eyes was trust. She really meant what she said. 

He sighed. "I just hope this won't push us apart," he admitted.

She smiled, pulling on his hand. "Come on," she told him. "We can't make them wait any longer." 

***

He leaned against the wall, waiting for Eunji to come out. 

According to the stylist, the concept was "classy and sexy", whatever that meant. All he could take from it was that it would be formal wear.

He stood wearing a dark grey suit with a white dress shirt and black dress shoes. He left the suit buttons open for the time being. He had expected the stylist to put his hair up, like they usually did whenever he wore a suit, but this time, she left his bangs down, instead styling his hair wavy and textured, with a side parting. 

He sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. What on earth were they doing to Eunji?

The dressing room door opened and she finally came out. He straightened up, removing his hands. His eyes widened and he paused to take a look at her.

She wore a form fitting sleeveless dress with the hem falling to her mid-thigh. Her hair was styled in brown waves and her makeup enhanced her eyes. 

She was stunning.

He made his way to her. "You look good," he told her.

She smiled at him. "You look good too." 

He would have stared at her all day if the sound of clapping from the photographer hadn't broke his attention. The two looked back at the expectant worker standing with his camera.

"Now that you two are ready, shall we start?" he asked.

"Sure..." Junmyeon said, hoping that the makeup hid his whitening face. 

The two made their way to stand in front of the white screen as the photographer directed them to position themselves with him behind Eunji. 

"Alright, Suho-shi, I want you to give Eunji-shi a back hug," the photographer directed. 

That was it? Junmyeon thought. 

He awkwardly snaked two hand around Eunji's stomach, wrapping them around her body. He felt her stiffen and immediately loosened his grip slightly. He felt her muscles relax and tightened his grip slightly.

He looked up to the photographer, silently asking if this was alright. He shook his head. 

"It's like you're touching for the first time," he commented. We actually are...

"You need to get closer, much closer, I want some sensual energy here!"

Junmyeon cast a look down to Eunji; the latter had turned her head up to look at him. She gave him a small nod as if to say "it's okay, do it for the camera."

He took a deep breath and stepped closer, wrapping his arms more securely around her. Instead of just simply placing his head on her shoulder, he hovered it slightly on the gap between her neck and shoulder, tilting his head slightly so that he was almost kissing her neck. 

He felt her let out a shaky breath when she felt his breath on her neck. He couldn't help but smirk as she squirmed under him. He splayed his hands across her abdomen, bringing his face closer so that his lips were nearly just touching her neck. He threw his eyes back at the camera to see the photographer and the crew quickly readying their equipment.

"Yes, yes, yes," the photographer said as he began to click shots of them. "That's it, that's it! Eunji-shi, look here. That's it. You're doing great!" 

When the photographer finally put the camera down, Junmyeon nearly leapt away from Eunji, quickly removing his hands and dropping them to his sides. He was pretty sure he was blushing, well, the red color would compliment the rapid thumping of his heart.

What the heck just happened there? What?

She turned around to him, her cheeks also having a slight blush. Heh, it was cute.

"I-uh..." he stuttered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. 

She nodded. "I get it," she said. "Now come on. We have the rest of the photoshoot to go."

She walked towards the other set, talking with the photographer. The crew was already grabbing things and shifting their equipment to the bedroom.

Junmyeon heaved a breath. If he was like this with just a simple touch, how on earth was he going to survive the rest of the photoshoot?

***

A/N: Yay! Long chapter (LongER at least ^^) 

I suck at writing sensual scenes.

I'm still going to try (and fail miserably) though.

And I seriously enjoyed writing the escape scene. I'm still getting ideas for it which I will never put down because it's too long already.

Anyway, enjoy!