Eunji patted her reddening cheeks. "Get a grip, Jung Eunji," she muttered to herself. "You still have the rest of the photoshoot to go."

But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't take her mind off of the feeling of Suho's arms around her waist. They were firm, strong and hard. His firm grip had surprised her. It was just the right amount of pressure to make her feel like he was just lightly touching her, yet enough that she wouldn't be able to fall. And not to mention how she could feel the heat radiating off his arms.

And as if that wasn't enough, the jerk (yes, that was what she was going to call him for the rest of the day) had to be snarky and nearly kiss her neck. All the time, she could feel his breath on her neck, tickling her skin.

It drove her crazy.

It was at that point when she just wanted him to do something and finish it off, but just stop teasing her. It had taken all of her self control to bring her professional face on and pose for the photos, what with him literally breathing down her neck. And it wasn't even the kind of breathing that was annoying. No, he just had to have the gall to sexily breathe on her neck.

She was going to kill him later.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. Alright, she could do this.

She stopped at the door as her eyes fell upon the bed. As she stared at the red satin covers that looked soft to touch, her mind began to imagine her and Suho on that bed. She once again remembered his touch and scent, and she blushed as her mind began going places. If he could drive her crazy with just a simple touch, what could he actually do...?

She immediately shook her head. No, bad Eunji, she thought. Get your mind out of the gutter!

But then she looked back at the bed and gulped. Remember when she had said that she could do this?

Correction, she could absolutely not do this!

The man in question came to stand beside her, looking absolutely sheepish. She could make out a light shade of pink on his cheeks too. Was he also thinking about it?

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

And with that, all the anger she had been building up in her stomach dissolved at once. She didn't know why, but whenever she saw him like this, sheepish, shy and unsure, with his calm and soothing voice, she found that she just couldn't be angry at him.

She nodded. "I'll be fine," she told him. "Just focus on the shoot."

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure?" he asked once again. "I'm just worried it was too intimate for you."

She felt a smile creeping up on her face. "If you keep being so considerate, I definitely will be okay."

"Suho-shi, Eunji-shi, it's time!" the photographer called.

Eunji turned to look at Suho one last time and slipped her hand into his. Together, they made their way to the bed.

The photographer directed them to first casually lie on the bed as he snapped some casual shots of the two. She felt ease at this pose, which was just her on her knees leaning against the headboard while Suho lay beside her.

It wasn't too bad.

And when she checked the photos after it, she realized that it looked nice. Classy, elegant and nice!

But then came the hard part...

The photographer this time directed her to lay on the bed across Suho's abdomen as he lay in his previous position. Just as she was feeling weird with the awkward position, he snaked his arm around her waist and laced their fingers together.

More pleased comments came from the photographer.

She closed her eyes, getting used to the familiar feel of Suho's hand on hers and deliberately ignoring (trying to) his body underneath hers. She wasn't just lying on his chest, no, she was splayed directly across his abs.

They were like rocks. Like sauna rocks radiating warmth.

She quivered slightly and turned her head to the side, focusing on their interlocked hands. However, doing so, she cut off the rest of the world's audio and video, missing a very important exchange going on between Suho and the photographer.

Suddenly, the weight behind her was removed and she fell back onto the pillows. Opening her eyes, she saw Suho hovering over her, with one hand on the headboard to keep his balance.

Her eyes widened. This...this was...

He then leaned down to the side of her face. "Sorry," he softly whispered in her ear, sending tingles down her body. "The photographer told me to do this. Please bear with me for a little while. I'll make it up to you later."

Easier said than done...

She bit her lip, weakly nodding. As simply laying here was awkward, she decided to do something herself, to keep from literally dying right there and then.

She ran a hesitant hand up his chest and around his neck, finally meeting his brown locks. When she first started though, he definitely noticed, throwing a look at her hand that was moving up the side of his chest. He then looked back at her, clearly amused.

When she ran her hand through his hair, he lowered himself, almost resting his forehead on hers. She quickly closed her eyes, the close proximity being a bit too much for her, but she forced them open when she heard him chuckle.

He had retreated slightly, and looking at him chuckling right then made her give out a laugh as well. In the end, the two began laughing together, all awkwardness from the photoshoot forgotten. He got off her, still laughing as she sat up and wiped a tear from her eye.

She then remembered that the rest of the crew, who had definitely witnessed everything. Her face reddening once again (she was sure she was going to have a headache in the night), she turned to see their reactions to find them all smiling. The photographer reviewed his photographs, a smile on his face. He then gave them a signal to get off the bed; the shoot was over.

***

The interview surprisingly took place in a different room, with white walls, three chairs and a coffee table. The interviewer sat across from the couple, a cup of steaming coffee on the table in front of her while she took out a clipboard, a recorder and a pen.

"Alright, let's start the interview," she said, starting her recorder.

"First question, when did you two meet?"

She shot Suho a look, silently telling him to go ahead and answer. He gave a slight nod. "The exact first meeting I don't quite remember," he said. "We've been seeing each other for years, but it was only at award shows and live performances, sometimes at filming. We never did speak to each other without our members around." She nodded, it wasn't exactly a lie. "But our first meeting alone? It was when I got a cameo role in her drama."

"The drama, huh?" the interviewer asked. "If i'm not mistaken, you played Eunji-shi's love interest, didn't you?"

"Ironic, huh?" he chuckled.

"What are the things you love about Suho-shi?" she directed this question at Eunji.

Eunji was taken aback at the question, but paused. She turned to look at the man sitting beside her. He was looking at her eagerly, as if even he wanted to know the answer. Didn't he already know it?

"What's there not to love?" she asked, locking eyes with him. "He's kind, he's considerate, he's a complete gentleman, he puts up with my non-stop blabber." He chuckled a bit at that. "He's also incredibly handsome, of course. That's always going to be part of it. But what makes him more attractive to me is his big heart, that's bigger than the entire world." She sighed. "How could I not fall in love with him?"

"And you, Suho-shi?" the interviewer asked. "What do you love about Eunji-shi?"

He never broke eye contact for even a second. He reached out to her lap, taking her hand and interlocking his fingers with hers.

"What's there not to love?" he repeated her line. "Eunji-shi...is beautiful. Not only that, she has a mesmerizing voice. She's also incredibly cute, yet intelligent. She never fails to put a smile on my face. Every day, I look forward to hearing her voice or even seeing a text from her, since we can't always meet due to our schedules. Yes, EXO and Apink are very important to us, but sometimes I wish we didn't have such varying schedules." He squeezed her hand. "I keep wanting to see her more, see her beautiful smile, hear her laugh, hear her voice...she's also got an amazing heart. So...I repeat...what's there not to love?"

She then blinked, breaking their eye contact. Feeling the heat rushing to her face, she turned back to the interviewer as Suho coughed awkwardly.

The interviewer kept looking at her. "You are aware that you're dating a world famous idol, right? And you are also aware that there are many girls who would kill to be in your position?"

She nodded. "I do know that EXO-Ls are very protective of their idols," she said. "However, I do believe that the way I love Suho-shi is different from the way they love him."

The older woman raised an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?"

"I also have my own fans," Eunji said. "I know the way the fans worry about us, and I'm thankful for that. But the side of Suho-shi I've seen in these last couple of months is completely different from the one I knew before. I got to know someone who wasn't just the leader of EXO and an idol, but just a man in love."

She looked back at the man in question, now with a smile on his lips as he drew imaginary patterns on her skin. "I simply ask the fans for one request; please give me a small piece of Suho. I will never have all of him, as he belongs to so many people; his parents, siblings, family, EXO, friends, fans...but I simply ask for a tiny part of him, the one I've got to know. I'll be content with just that."

At this point, the world seemed to blur out, and it seemed like they were the only two in the world. He request came from her heart as she looked at him.

Even if she really was in love with him, she would never have all of him, and he could never have all of her. They had other important people who would always take priority, their families, their friends, their members, and finally their fans all had a place in their hearts. All they could offer each other was a tiny bit of their hearts.

She silently asked him if that was alright. Would he be content with just a tiny part of her heart?

He smiled, moving their interlocked hand over to his lap. His answer was clear: even if all she could offer was a small part of her heart, he would cherish it with his entire being.

***

A/N: Wow, over 1800 words. This is literally the longest chapter I've written for this story. Yay!

And only me could turn something like a sensual photoshoot into a joke. I seriously cannot for the life of me stick to an emotion.

And the two ran away with their thoughts towards the end. The answers, at least the "why do you love him/her" answers were rehearsed, but these two have a massive imagination.

Thanks for the continuing support, old readers! And welcome, new readers!