I Double Fucking Dare You (ft. TWICE's Chaeyoung)

“So you’re the photographer.”

You look up from fiddling with your camera into the eyes of TWICE’s Son Chaeyoung, the model for today. She’s already dressed in her outfit for the shoot—Calvin Klein white sports bra and black shorts, paired with CK socks and shoes of the same color as her bra, with a large jacket over her body, left open, and the hood over her blonde locks. She reaches out her hand.

“I’m Chaeyoung, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Youngjin.”

You return the handshake firmly. Chaeyoung’s lips curl up into a small grin, and you return it to her before you place your attention on your camera again. Chaeyoung watches as you make your last minute adjustments, her right shoulder against the wall as she leans against the surface. You look up to her once more, your eyes meeting hers.

“Is there something wrong, Miss Son?”

“Oh, no. Just wondering if you were free right now.”

“Yeah, we have forty minutes before the shoot, what’s up?”

“Could you help me take a few pics for my Instagram?”

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Chaeyoung leads you round the corner to her dressing room, which is empty. She passes you her phone and directs you to kneel at a spot on the floor. She sits down and begins to pose with the jacket off her shoulders, her stare right into the lens. You move into work mode and begin snapping pictures, occasionally changing locations and poses. You use the couch, the fake wall of a makeshift changing cubicle, and even the tiled walls of the room, either directing Chaeyoung through a few poses or her directing you on the angles she wants.

“Wow, these are really nice! Thanks, Youngjin.”

“No problem, Miss Son.”

“Just Chaeyoung is fine, Youngjin.”

She swipes through the photos one more time, and you prepare to head back. Your camera sits on one of the desks, and when you reach for it, Chaeyoung grabs you by the wrist.

“Youngjin.”

“Yes, Chaeyoung?”

“How about a few more pics?”

You start to retract your hand from your camera when Chaeyoung interrupts.

“Use the camera.”

Hm…?

“I’ll pay you a lot for this one, but you have to keep it secret.”

One glance on your watch shows thirty minutes to the shoot. What does she want?

“What do you want me to do, Chaeyoung?”

“Let’s do a more risque shoot. This is just for me. And you, I guess.”

Hmm, risque? How risque? You wonder what the veteran idol is getting at.

Chaeyoung responds by pulling one strap of her bra off her shoulder. She motions for you to pick up the camera.

“Wait. You still haven’t told me what we’re doing.”

“Thirty minutes, right? Let’s just stay here and take a few photos of me in various states of undress. I’ve always wanted to be a nude model, but in a mix of artsy yet pornographic style. I know it’s not something an idol should be doing, but the artist in me wants to try.”

You hum in contemplation, both as an artist and a hormonal man. It wasn’t every day a woman, let alone one of the most popular idols of this generation, proposes a secret nude photoshoot. While her reasoning wasn’t something unique—you have other friends in the field that’ve done the same thing—you respect the courage to try asking.

“I’ll pay you ten thousand straight. If you do well, there might be more.”

Well, shit. That’s more than enough money for you to nod already, considering who was the one asking.

Chaeyoung has a clear vision in mind, and with her clear instructions, you make quick work of the angles and shots you take. The first shot has Chaeyoung’s bra strap and jacket off her shoulder, a seductive gaze leveled right into the lens. A few more shots later, Chaeyoung’s bra is off, held in her hand as she holds an unlit cigarette in the other, courtesy of you. She glares into the camera with confidence, which both speaks right to your artist’s heart, and shamefully, your horny side. You can’t help but snap a few shots of her torso and the cigarette in frame as well when the opportunity arises—you feel like it had potential.

“I like it, Youngjin. Keep it up.”

Chaeyoung pats you on the back, and you grin. You take the chance to check out her body for a bit when she leans over to monitor the other shots. She looks up at you, and she smirks when your eyes dart up to meet hers. A flash of panic at being caught shoots through your veins, but you try to conceal it.

“Let’s move on.”

Chaeyoung’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you stare as she pushes her shorts off her hips. The now nude idol kicks the clothing aside, and she pulls the jacket off her body to wrap around her forearms and waist, the cloth falling over her plump ass and concealing it from sight. She stands facing a mirror, her hair covering her face, and you take position right behind her, where her reflection lines up with her body, and take the shot. She then takes one arm out of the jacket, and the other side hanging off her shoulder. Chaeyoung turns her head to the left, her side face impassive, and that’s your cue to capture her image. Another shot has her holding the jacket up with one finger to her right, the cigarette between her teeth as she leans against the wall with one foot planted on the wall, the other supporting her weight, all while facing the lens. She ends with a couple of shots of her on the couch with the jacket on but open, sitting in various positions that would surely get the disapproval of many for being “unladylike”. The camera captures every inch of her body, the unblinking eye of the lens burning each and every pixel into memory. This shoot is just as quick as the one earlier.

“Good job, Youngjin. You knew exactly what I wanted.”

Chaeyoung clicks through the many shots you’ve taken throughout the ten minutes that’ve elapsed. She doesn’t move to put on her clothing at all—she lounges on the couch just scrolling through the shots, and then she returns the camera.

“One more thing.

"You’ve impressed me with these shots, as I knew you would. I’ve checked your portfolio, Youngjin, and I knew this is the quality I would get out of it.

"We should discuss the reward part a little more, shouldn’t we? The ten thousand still remains on the table, but I’m going to sweeten the pot for the both of us.

"We have twenty minutes left, and I know you’re attracted to me. We’re alone in a room, one man and one woman, and I’m naked. I think you know what happens.”

Chaeyoung stands up and takes a step towards you. Her body is dangerously close to yours, as are her lips. You can even feel the hot breath that brushes against your own lips when she speaks.

“I’ll let you fuck me right now.”

She continues on right through your shock and arousal.

“I’ve set the camera to video mode. Put it somewhere good and start recording us. I want a copy of it when we’re done, together with all of the photos. You can keep a copy too, so you can jerk off to me whenever you want.

"What do you say, Youngjin? Wanna make a sex tape with TWICE’s Son Chaeyoung?

You must have hesitated for a bit.

"I fucking dare you, Youngjin. I double fucking dare you.”