} here’s looking at you, kid
@jungwoork
it was not yet nine in the morning and the sky was already bright and clear, the sun beating down on the pale dirt and sand with all the promise of the unbearable summer heat that would come with the afternoon. he was running on fumes and local coffee, a few minutes more of brief shut-eye caught on the shuttle ride from their hotel, and then a few more in his makeup chair. in spite of his sparse hours of restless sleep (anxiety and excitement battling in an endless round even long after he’d started to dream), he was alert and attentive when his turn with the photographer came around. there was already a makeup artist flitting over to swipe powder over his nose, across his cheekbones and forehead, setting powder working hard to keep makeup on over the inevitable sheen of sweat threatening to break through.
it was easy to slip into the demeanor the concept brought with it, the landscape and architecture bringing an air of edge and fantasy all at once, regal yet rugged, mysterious and intimidating but still intriguing and inviting. he was in his wheelhouse now, more comfortable in front of cameras than he was around some people. he wore the wardrobe and the demeanor like a glove, uncharacteristically relaxed, sprawled casually and confidently against the fountain’s ledge in a way that gave no hint of how deliberate the appearance of that casual confidence was.
“tilt your chin up for me just a bit- there, perfect, that’s great-”
he was suddenly aware of an additional pair of eyes on him, not staff or stylist, but groupmate. he was still getting used to jungwoo’s hair, but the blond complimented the palace well, made him compliment the colors of the tiling so much that it made ricky wonder just how long he’d been standing there.
“great - i think we got it!”
ricky knew a photographer’s enthusiastic dismissal when he heard one and began to get to his feet, careful not to crease or dirty the clothing anymore than he already had during this section of photoshoot. he made his way to the waiting monitor, stealing a glance at jungwoo and passing him a timid, close-lipped smile on the way before settling in front of the screen as the man behind it began clicking through his photos.
“ah, it’s hot,” he mumbled, dabbing at his brow with the heel of his hand until a staff member approached, offering he and jungwoo pocket-sized battery-powered fans and a pair of bottled waters. then the screen flickered to another shot of many, making ricky pause.
“whoa...is that me?” his impressed surprise was genuine; it was amazing what makeup and tricks of sunlight could do, “seriously, that can’t be me, he’s too cool.”













