Fic: Art Class
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andersenmomTitle: Art Class
Rating: T
Type: Fic
Size/length/word count etc.: 721
Prompt: 020: Nude
Fandom/Ship: ATEEZ, Seventeen; Song Mingi, Lee Seokmin | DK
Notes/Warnings: None
Summary: Seokmin hadn’t expected to recognize the body of the nude model (even if it took him a while).
Mingi stepped into the art room, wrapped in a silk robe and nothing else. The dais stood in the middle of the room, well padded and comfortable looking. Time would tell, but this professor was usually good about that. No one else had arrived yet, so he folded the robe on the small stool, and then lay down on his front. Oh, yeah, this would be good. He got comfortable, hands folded under his head, face turned away from the door the students would come in.
It wasn't his first time modeling nude for an art class. It was the first day with this particular class. He preferred to have his face hidden as much as possible, so that fewer people recognized him in the halls of the university, having seen more of him than anyone but his mother and his boyfriend. One reason he preferred this pose, as well.
The students came in through a different door than he had, settled down, and without any introduction by the professor, started to draw. The sound of pencils and charcoal against paper lulled him into a doze, so familiar from nights sitting in the front room, Seokmin working on his drawings for his classes, Mingi reading up on music theory.
"Break," the professor said. Mingi moved languidly, getting up and pulling the robe on again, leaving the room for a drink of water and to stretch, especially his lower back. He walked as well, going around the room to enter the way the students had, to lie back down, this time draping the robe over the stool instead of folding it.
"No way," he heard someone whisper, and his eyes went wide - thankfully no one could see it - when he recognized the voice.
No way indeed. He didn't think he'd end up modeling for his own boyfriend.
The walk did it. Seokmin had come in and gotten to work, not really paying attention to the body draped over the dais aside from starting his sketch. He'd stopped when the professor had called for a break, and looked over what he'd drawn.
Something about the shape of the back and the ass looked entirely too familiar. He frowned. That didn't seem right, though, not really, because... he knew he'd never drawn this model.
And then the man had walked past him to take his place again, and it had clicked. He did remember Mingi mentioning that he modeled for the art department. Dancer's body and lack of body shyness because of dance festivals with minimal privacy all pointed to a good nude model.
The words slipped out, unbidden. "No way," he whispered. Actually, yes, he had drawn this model. Just not from this point of view.
Well, that made this all the more interesting.
He turned his attention to his sketch, putting it into the back of his mind that he would have to talk to Mingi about this. Nothing horrible, he was just surprised that his first day of having a nude model, he found out that the model was his boyfriend.
The class sped by. They usually did, when he sank into the zone and time ceased to have meaning. He'd gotten pretty far when the professor called for the end of class, and Mingi got up, stiff now, and pulled the robe on again. He left through the opposite door, as he had every time, and Seokmin packed up his things. He took his time, obviously, because Mingi would have to change, and then waited outside the door.
Mingi saw him when he turned the corner and smiled. "Fancy meeting you here," he said, sliding his hand into Seokmin's. "How was your class?"
"Good," Seokmin said, steering them down the hall to the nearest exit. "I should have asked who you were modeling for."
Mingi laughed. "Probably." He pushed the door open, holding it so Seokmin could get out as well. "He doesn't care, I don't care, and I know you don't care."
"I would have liked some warning," Seokmin said with a laugh. "I had this weird feeling of deja vu and couldn't figure out why until you walked by that first time. You have a distinctive walk."
Mingi squeezed his hand. "I'm hungry. It's my turn to cook, I think."
Seokmin squeezed his hand back. "I can't wait."
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Rating: T
Type: Fic
Size/length/word count etc.: 721
Prompt: 020: Nude
Fandom/Ship: ATEEZ, Seventeen; Song Mingi, Lee Seokmin | DK
Notes/Warnings: None
Summary: Seokmin hadn’t expected to recognize the body of the nude model (even if it took him a while).
Mingi stepped into the art room, wrapped in a silk robe and nothing else. The dais stood in the middle of the room, well padded and comfortable looking. Time would tell, but this professor was usually good about that. No one else had arrived yet, so he folded the robe on the small stool, and then lay down on his front. Oh, yeah, this would be good. He got comfortable, hands folded under his head, face turned away from the door the students would come in.
It wasn't his first time modeling nude for an art class. It was the first day with this particular class. He preferred to have his face hidden as much as possible, so that fewer people recognized him in the halls of the university, having seen more of him than anyone but his mother and his boyfriend. One reason he preferred this pose, as well.
The students came in through a different door than he had, settled down, and without any introduction by the professor, started to draw. The sound of pencils and charcoal against paper lulled him into a doze, so familiar from nights sitting in the front room, Seokmin working on his drawings for his classes, Mingi reading up on music theory.
"Break," the professor said. Mingi moved languidly, getting up and pulling the robe on again, leaving the room for a drink of water and to stretch, especially his lower back. He walked as well, going around the room to enter the way the students had, to lie back down, this time draping the robe over the stool instead of folding it.
"No way," he heard someone whisper, and his eyes went wide - thankfully no one could see it - when he recognized the voice.
No way indeed. He didn't think he'd end up modeling for his own boyfriend.
The walk did it. Seokmin had come in and gotten to work, not really paying attention to the body draped over the dais aside from starting his sketch. He'd stopped when the professor had called for a break, and looked over what he'd drawn.
Something about the shape of the back and the ass looked entirely too familiar. He frowned. That didn't seem right, though, not really, because... he knew he'd never drawn this model.
And then the man had walked past him to take his place again, and it had clicked. He did remember Mingi mentioning that he modeled for the art department. Dancer's body and lack of body shyness because of dance festivals with minimal privacy all pointed to a good nude model.
The words slipped out, unbidden. "No way," he whispered. Actually, yes, he had drawn this model. Just not from this point of view.
Well, that made this all the more interesting.
He turned his attention to his sketch, putting it into the back of his mind that he would have to talk to Mingi about this. Nothing horrible, he was just surprised that his first day of having a nude model, he found out that the model was his boyfriend.
The class sped by. They usually did, when he sank into the zone and time ceased to have meaning. He'd gotten pretty far when the professor called for the end of class, and Mingi got up, stiff now, and pulled the robe on again. He left through the opposite door, as he had every time, and Seokmin packed up his things. He took his time, obviously, because Mingi would have to change, and then waited outside the door.
Mingi saw him when he turned the corner and smiled. "Fancy meeting you here," he said, sliding his hand into Seokmin's. "How was your class?"
"Good," Seokmin said, steering them down the hall to the nearest exit. "I should have asked who you were modeling for."
Mingi laughed. "Probably." He pushed the door open, holding it so Seokmin could get out as well. "He doesn't care, I don't care, and I know you don't care."
"I would have liked some warning," Seokmin said with a laugh. "I had this weird feeling of deja vu and couldn't figure out why until you walked by that first time. You have a distinctive walk."
Mingi squeezed his hand. "I'm hungry. It's my turn to cook, I think."
Seokmin squeezed his hand back. "I can't wait."
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