#ponddunk

Secretly, they each watch each other work from the back of the set. Chai has absolutely no idea that Pon is also interested in him while he is flirting but one time Chai catches Pon and there is a funny scene with that.

To convince him to spend time together, Chai begs Pon to teach him modeling methods, and we get a scene similar to Dirty Dancing. Warm hands on hips, guiding, finger running along chin to turn it upward. Chai tries to control his breathing but nearly passes out lol

Pon always wears a robe when he’s done modeling and I imagine him pulling it closed with a scandalized look with a funny tune playing in the background

Pon also models for art students for some extra cash (maybe to support his family? Some backstory there)—possibly nude—and Chai happens to find him there because he was considering trying the class. Pon falls off the table and Chai has to treat his wounds but laughs the whole time

Pon is obsessed with Chai’s waist and likes to run a finger up and down them, while Chai likes to grip Pon’s biceps tightly—and his shoulders for sure.

They are majorly flirty with each other. Innuendo central !!!

When Chai gets his first Huge modeling gig with a major brand it gets someone’s attention who starts writing letters and eventually stalks him—I imagine it becoming pretty dangerous for both of them

For some reason I see a scene of them being chased into a cemetery? Maybe Chai has a long-lost brother who is jealous or something lol. A classic creep works too

P’Jennie has to be there as a competing model! I think her and Pon have to have some kind of ridiculous beef where they just look at each other like 🤨😒 all the time.

Pon doesn’t exclusively underwear model of course, so one time he is asked to model for a company and doesn’t know that he is paired with Chai. This is before they are together, but close to the boiling point for Pon. He isn’t even sure what is holding himself back at this point. Is it his work? Is it his insecurities? Chai seems surprised that they are paired up too, but seems to go along with it, eager to work as always.

As they pose, it seems that they gravitate closer and closer, and the lump in Pon’s throat grows. He tries to swallow it down, but as they direct each other to meet the other’s eyes, he nearly chokes on it.

Chai smirks knowingly, his hand sneaking up behind them to stroke his spine where the cameras can’t see. Pon’s gaze goes dark.

“Perfect!” The director exclaims as they stare at each other—their eyes break apart—“now look here!”

Following the shoot, Chai sneaks into Pon’s room and backs Pon into a corner. He lifts an eyebrow. The air is heady, and all Pon can think about is that hand against his back, the finger tracing his spine. Chai’s brown eyes are darkened. “Good job at the shoot today,” Chai tells him. His voice is thick.

Pon clears his throat, cursing at how it gives away how much he is affected. “I should be saying that to you. I have been teaching you.”

Chai takes a step forward, an important one. “I don’t think there’s anything else you need to teach me,” he says, with finality.

When they kiss, their arms wrap around each other desperately because they have both been waiting, the tension snapping, nearly audible in the air.

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Oh yeah, and most importantly:

LONG HAIR POND???