hyvnchnl!x where l!x is pining after chn, and chn seems like hes picking up on it until a friend introduces him to hyvnjin, who needs a new portfolio for a brand modeling gig and has seen chn’s work and doesnt want anybody else. +

chn just falls. all the way into hyj’s charm. hyvnjin is cryptic and aloof and doesnt overshare, but has the sweetest most genuine, cute smile. he likes to wear lots of edgy sheer things and low-waisted jeans with hippy thongs.

fel!x had always preferred sweaters and jeans. +

hyvnjin smokes like a fucking chimney, some really cheap stuff because bad habits like smoking dont have to suck him dry like his good habits of buying up-and-coming, niche indie fashion brands.

fel!x had always thought cigarettes reek. +

its obvious hyvnjin’s got something fel!x doesn’t have. jisvng stresses just because they’re different doesnt mean one is better than the other but its just the way chn looks at hyvnjin. he’s never looked at fel!x like that before. bleeding +

admiration, open, raw, borderline unhinged. it isnt swaddled in sweetness and warmth like it is when he looks at feli!x. it’s so inky and in awe, and.. what can fel!x do. tell his crush to stop being interested in someone else?? what can fel!x do??? besides +

click through the pictures on chn’s camera and feel like he’s been transmitted into chn’s body and behind his eyes in those moments where he follows, enraptured, after hyvnjin, crawling up some rusty stairs at an abandoned building set, the camera capturing how +

his long thighs press against the greenish gauze of his tight see-through dress.

and all fel!x can do is feel the mystique chn’s so hungry for—the hunger itself—through the digital screen, and feel his own stomach turn and turn.