Changmin hummed disapprovingly at the older man’s comment, rolling his head back briefly until he heard the familiar little snap of a sound that relaxed the crick in his neck and he could relax back against the mosaic tiled wall of the pool, an arm draped over the edge to hold himself up and the other floating in the water, admiring the clarity of the water and the gentle blue glow brought on by the lights lining the pool walls underwater. “Now that was very hurtful hyung." He flicked at the water with his fingers, watching the calm surface ripple from his action. “You can’t be possibly implying that I’m unpleasant company."
It was all very beautiful, he thought; noting the warm golden lights streaming from inside the hotel to dance along the water and the stars dotting the dark blue sky, and then there was the elegant cream walls of the hotel condominiums and suites. And then there was his hyung; handsome and half-naked and hardly interested in Changmin’s presence. Despite the many advances he made on Yunho daily, he admitted he didn’t really take in the man’s looks very often; probably because he was used to it. With a quick but careful hand, the supermodel reached over and took the wine glass into his own hand, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he took a long drink from it, not caring that Yunho had already taken multiple sips from it himself, and then handed it back. “Not something unexpected, huh…" he mused over your words, his following words playful and not at all serious; “why? Do I bore you?"
Yunho kept his gaze fixated briefly at the nightsky that seemed exceptionally clear in Jeju, before he glanced over at you. Dipping an arm into the water as he settled himself comfortably in the warmth of it, he leaned his other against the edge while he shifted his gaze to the glass as he set it down. "No – ” Distracted briefly by the rippling effect, he gave a light shake of his head in response. “Of course not."
Disheveled strands settled in front of his forehead while he carded his fingers through them. The cool night air filled his lungs along with the deep breath drawn, and he lifted his glass, intending to get another sip just as Changmin slipped his fingers around it, taking the glass right out of his. His gaze followed the glass briefly, before it settled on the other. Having almost expected that, he rested a cheek against his palm with an audible sigh of defeat. The shimmering glow of the moonlight highlighting the contours as he traced his gaze idly along the supermodel’s features. Admittedly, Changmin was undeniably attractive, alluring even; he was a photograph himself by simply being there. He took the drink back in his hand absentmindedly, before he drew his gaze away and glanced in no direction in particular, figuring that the alcohol must be slipping into his consciousness. Knowing himself, he would never have looked at his own supermodel in that light, under normal circumstances that is. Then again, he pondered briefly if it was something that he’d never genuinely paid much attention to, despite the constant denials in response to Changmin’s advances towards him – and hence he’d never once admitted to himself that he was attracted to some extent at the very least. "I knew being silent wasn’t your forte.” A short, quiet chuckle slipped from the back of his throat as he ran a thumb idly along the rim of the glass. “Were you thinking of exciting me, of some sorts.”