HE'S MINE NOT HER'S ? || JIKOOK ?

JIMIN POV

"Tilt your head there, Sky."

"Oooh, yeah. Just like that!"

"Don't move." I try to not let my personal knowledge of her neck, her ass or her incredibly perfect tits get in the way of the task at hand.

I'm shooting a new batch of stock photos of couples today.

This is the fourth and last couple on my day's schedule, Shooting erotic stock photography wasn't exactly what I thought I would be doing at this stage of my career but often it pays the bills.

Not enough to build a savings but enough to survive on until I get my big break.

These days that's even more of a challenge with amateur shutterbugs jumping into the field, like all it takes is a half-trained eye and an iPhone X.

At least I still have the occasional wedding, christening and hired studio shoots to make ends meet.

"Now Scott, slide your hand up Sky's hip." Scott follows my instruction and Sky responds by sliding her long fingers through his inky black hair.

The chemistry between the two finally starts to spark and I'm popping off shots as fast as I can get my finger to move.

Ninety minutes and two memory cards later, we wrap and I pay the couple hoping I'll be able to recoup their modeling fees before long.

Before Scott leaves he boldly says, "Nice meeting you."

"Call me anytime, for modeling or anything else." He winks just in case I hadn't caught his full meaning.

Dude. Messaged received.

I'd dabbled there but Nah.

"Good to know."

"I'm straight though." I reply, carding my fingers through my platinum blonde spikes, truly flattered that he'd make a pass at me.

It's a regular occurrence really guys making subtle (and some times not so subtle) remarks to see if I'm game which I not.

I'm never offended, though.

In this business, it seems that more than half the men are gay.

I'd never get anywhere if I were insulted at such a compliment.

And if I'm honest, the come-ons give my ego a boost.

There was a time back in college when I'd 'experimented' and while the experiences weren't unpleasant, life is far simpler as a straight man and there are way more opportunities.

If the right opportunity ever comes along, I'd be more than open to it but there's only one person I know that could make it the right opportunity and he is completely unavailable.

"Crying shame." he answers, looking me over once again before leaving and shaking his head.

"Does that happen a lot?" Sky asks as she slings her black leather bag over her shoulder, devouring me with her eyes.

"I can't believe anyone would take you for gay."

She runs a slim finger from my right shoulder down over my chest causing my nipples and other organs stiffen.

"I distinctly recall how not gay you are."

And just like that, I have her pinned against the wall and a hand up her top, cupping her unrestrained tit.

God, I love how she never wears a fucking bra!

I try to not mix business with pleasure, nor do I usually enjoy the same delight more than once but with a siren like Sky, I'm helpless.