Characters: Nicholas, Yuma, Euijoo
Setting: Arena Homme+ shoot day
Vibe: Stylish chaos, soft friendship, hidden affection under camera flashes

📸 Scene One: Hair, Lint Rollers, and Yuma's Sneezes

The shoot's indoors—clean backdrop, mirrors, stylist racks, cold drinks sweating on a metal table.

Nicholas is sitting still while a stylist brushes imaginary lint off his already-perfect jacket.

Euijoo's pacing. Checking his reflection. Muttering choreography under his breath out of habit.

Yuma's—

"Achoo!"

Another sneeze.

"It's the hairspray," he groans, sniffling. "It's fighting for its life in my nostrils."

Nicholas raises an eyebrow.

"You're literally allergic to being styled."

Euijoo, deadpan:

"He suffers for fashion. He's our hero."

📷 Scene Two: Model Mode

The photographer calls for stills.

The lights flare.
Nicholas goes sharp: posture straight, jaw set, one hand in his pocket like he's about to sell out Paris.

Yuma joins him, one side smirk fully loaded. He tilts into Nicholas's space just enough for tension.

Euijoo steps into frame last, slow and casual—like he's not the one whose eyes catch the light just right when the shutter clicks.

"One more. Don't move."

They don't.

And in that freeze-frame moment, all three are pure editorial: angles, intensity, composure.

Then Yuma quietly whispers:

"Nicholas, you blinked."

Nicholas:

"No I didn't."

Photographer:

"You definitely did."

Euijoo just grins. Victory.

📹 Scene Three: Behind the Scenes Chaos

In between setups, Nicholas is filmed sipping iced coffee like a Vogue cover star.

Yuma's trying to balance two bags of snacks on his head.

Euijoo sits between them on the floor, jacket half-zipped, editing selfies and laughing at their outtakes.

"How do we look this serious in the photos," he mutters, "but we're like... this."

Nicholas peers over his shoulder at the preview photos.

"It's called range."

Yuma adds:

"It's called trauma bonding via fabric tape."

Nicholas chokes on his drink.

🖤 Scene four: The Last Shot

The final setup is group close-ups.

They're standing shoulder to shoulder.

"No laughing," the photographer warns.

Yuma nods solemnly. "Understood."

He turns and immediately winks at Euijoo.

Nicholas reaches behind them and pinches Yuma's side.

Yuma flinches. Chokes on a laugh.

Click.

Perfect moment captured:
Nicholas smug.
Yuma mid-grin.
Euijoo laughing, eyes soft.

It's not the most serious photo.

But it's the one that makes the final cut.

💬 Caption (printed in the spread):

"Confidence is a pose.
Laughter is the truth underneath it."

—

Mini Scene: The Saved Photo 📱👀

Two nights after the shoot, it's late.
Nicholas is in the dorm kitchen, digging for snacks.
Euijoo walks in, phone in hand, scrolling quietly.

Nicholas raises an eyebrow.

"Can't sleep?"

"Just checking something."

There's a pause. Then a small laugh from Euijoo.

Nicholas leans on the counter.

"What?"

Euijoo turns his phone so Nicholas can see.
It's that group photo—the one where Yuma's mid-laugh, Nicholas looks dangerously smug, and Euijoo's eyes are crinkled in that rare, real way.

"I saved this one," he admits.
"You guys looked too good not to keep forever."

Nicholas smirks, but he's caught off guard.

"You're saying we looked good? You're the one who made the photo."

Euijoo shrugs, pocketing his phone again.

"Just don't delete your copy when they send it."

"Didn't plan to," Nicholas says.
"Might've already made it my lock screen."

They don't say anything else.

But they both leave the kitchen with snacks.

And their phones fully charged.

Sequel: Group Chat Magazine Chaos 💬📸

The issue drops.

High-res. Fully styled. Full-page spreads.

Within minutes, the &TEAM group chat is chaos.

Harua: HELLO NICHOLAS?? THAT LOOK WAS ILLEGAL.

Taki: Yuma looked like he was gonna rob a fashion bank.

EJ: Where was the smolder tutorial and why was I not invited.

K: Euijoo... bro. The hand-in-pocket pose? That was spiritual.

Jo: You looked expensive. I panicked and bought lip balm.

Maki: Is this what we're doing now? Should I be worried??

Yuma, the most dramatic:

"I don't even remember taking that last photo, but apparently I was glowing. I want that lighting every day now."

Nicholas:

"Pretty sure it was the reflectors. Or your ego."

Euijoo says nothing at first.

Then quietly drops one pic into the chat:
The saved one. The real one.
The mid-laugh, shoulders-touching, friendship-in-motion kind.

Euijoo: This one's still my favorite.

Everyone reacts with 🔥😭❤️

No one argues.

Even Nicholas just adds:

"That's the one that felt like us."

The issue sells out.
The group chat doesn't recover for days.
And somewhere in their camera rolls—
the photo lives, saved more than once,
because it wasn't just a shoot.
It was a memory.

MINI BONUS <333

Part 1: "You Three Again?"

Setting: Return Arena Homme+ shoot – Nicholas, Yuma, Euijoo
Tone: Stylish menace energy | beloved photographer panic

The stylist sees them walk in together and immediately mutters,

"Ah. The Bermuda Triangle."

Yuma grins.
Nicholas raises a brow.
Euijoo tries to look innocent (fails).

"We're very professional," Nicholas insists.

"Your last shoot ended with dango on the lighting equipment."

Yuma shrugs. "We brought snacks again."

This time, the concept is black-and-white city silhouettes. Sleek, serious, brooding.

The problem?

Every time the camera clicks, someone breaks.

Nicholas keeps trying to bite the corner of Yuma's jacket when he's not looking.

Euijoo blinks in perfect timing with every flash, ruining three perfect takes.

Yuma calls them "Team Smolder" and the photographer has to walk off set to laugh.

But then...

They get one shot.
All three backlit. Standing close. Faces calm.
No one's joking. Just three silhouettes in sync.

Click.

"That's the one," the photographer mutters.
"You're menaces—but photogenic menaces."

Part 2: "Solo Shoot? Not Alone."

Setting: Euijoo's first solo fashion shoot
Tone: Emotional sabotage in Gucci | found family love

Euijoo shows up early. Nervous. Focused.

He's halfway through his second outfit when he hears it—

"JOOJOO LET'S GO!"

The studio door flies open.

In walk the rest of &TEAM.

Harua brings coffee.
Taki has a megaphone (where did he even get that??).
Maki and Fuma are pretending to be security.
K and Jo are filming behind-the-scenes footage no one asked for.
Nicholas and Yuma? Already lounging like it's their shoot too.

"You said this was a solo concept," Euijoo mutters.

"Exactly," K says, "So we're here to remind you how loved you are. And to heckle you a little."

Every time Euijoo strikes a pose, someone yells:

"Okay model behavior!!"

"You better smize or I'm walking."

"IS THAT YOUR LEFT ANGLE?? TRAGIC."

But when he's off camera, they're serious.

Fixing his collar. Hyping him up. Quietly proud.

Nicholas, off to the side, hands him a water bottle between shots.

"You're killing it."

"You're not yelling at me."

"Because you don't need it today."

The photos turn out flawless.
But the real favorite?
A backstage polaroid someone took—Euijoo in full glam, surrounded by all eight members in hoodies and chaos.

Captioned: "Solo shoot. Group effort."

Part 3: Trying to Be Serious While My Whole Group Is Trying to Make Me Laugh in 4K"

POV: Euijoo
Setting: His first solo fashion shoot
Tone: Internally screaming in Gucci

Okay.
Focus.

Shoulders square.
Eyes soft but strong.
Face like I know exactly what I'm doing.

Right.
One shot. Deep breath.

Click.

—

From the corner:

"YO HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S ABOUT TO STEAL MY HEART—"

Oh my god. That was Yuma.

Don't smile. Do not smile.
You are the moment. You are the art.
You are not being heckled by your bandmate in a bucket hat.

Click.

I blink. I definitely blinked. Did the camera catch that?

EJ's laughing now.

Okay. Reset.

Back straight. Hands in pocket. Think edgy.
Model. Runway. Editorial. Cool.

"Okay Joojoo, give me LEFT ANGLE. No thoughts, just flawless."

That's Harua.
I hate how good he is at knowing exactly what will throw me off.

"Pretend you're choosing violence with your cheekbones!!"

K.
K is shouting from behind a lighting rig.
Why is he wearing sunglasses indoors.

Why is this my life.

New pose. Chin tilted down. Jaw sharp.

This one

I look expensive. I feel ready.

Until—

"WOOOOO MODEL EUIJOO LET'S GOOOOO!"

Taki. Why is it always Taki.

And the door opens.

What fresh chaos—

Harua's got a coffee tray like he owns the place.
Nicholas is already touching the wardrobe rack.
Jo and K are recording something. It might be a vlog. It might be evidence.

Yuma? Yuma just sits in the stylist chair like he lives here now.

Fuma shakes hands with the manager like he scheduled the shoot himself.

I glance at the photographer. He looks... calm?

Are they used to this?

Or are they too stunned to stop it?

Back to posing.
Okay. Breathe. Shoulders relaxed. Chin soft. Eyes—

"YEAH THAT'S THE ANGLE!"

K. Please.

Someone fake faints behind the light reflector.

Jo's whispering "serve... serve... serve..." like it's a spell.

Nicholas blows me a kiss mid-shot.

Okay. I'm going to combust.

Pose three.

Harua adjusts my collar. Genuinely helpful.
Then he says softly:

"You're doing great. Just don't cry when we leave."

Unfair. Manipulative. Heart-wrenching.

Still posing. Still serving.
But I swear I'm blinking back emotions like dust in a fan.

Pose four.

I think they're calming down. I think I have peace.

Until I hear Yuma quietly ask:

"Do you think he knows we're staying for dinner?"

Dinner? We're scheduling post-shoot chaos too now??

I try not to laugh. Photographer tells me, "That's the best one yet."

Of course it is. I'm on the verge.

Final shot. Soft lighting. Eyes closed.

They're actually silent now.

For five whole seconds.

I open my eyes—and they're all still watching.

Not heckling.

Just... smiling.

Like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

💭 Final Thought:

I'm posing solo.
But somehow,
I've never felt less alone.