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Yoongi and Jin were both very different, but one thing that they shared is that they loved cameras. One was a photography student and the other was a model.
Some days Yoongi had to sacrifice his precious sleep time to get the most beautiful shots of the sunrise, or go to obscure locations in Seoul to get a glimpse of the busy urban life through his lenses.
And some days Jin had to sacrifice his beauty sleep to plan with his agent what clothes would be perfect for the cover of Korea Vogue, or spend a whole day at the saloon to relax and get ready for another photoshoot with Gucci.
It was no surprise to Jin that most photographers wanted to work with him, he was always receiving offers from unknown people claiming that he’s their ‘newfound muse’ – if Jin received a dollar for every time he heard that line, he would go from millionaire to billionaire –, normally it didn’t annoy him that much because most professional photographers would go talk to his agent first and then try to contact Jin, but sometimes he would actually get a little bit interested in working with one of those weird people, like now.
He had just came back from the saloon, fresh cut and exfoliated face, when his phone buzzed inside his pocket, he closed the front door of his penthouse and pulled it out, ignoring all the missed calls from his agent and brother – Taehyung, another well-known model – staring at the twitter notification. Not many people knew he had a twitter account – 579K of followers –, most only cared about his instagram – 2.3M of followers – and tried to contact him there, so he was surprised when he read the message.
Min Yoongi
hi mr kim, my name is yoongi and im a photography student at seoul university, i have a project coming up which i have to photograph one beautiful thing ( in my opinion ) then show and explain to my class and teacher why i consider it beautiful enough to capture through my lenses, do you see where im getting at?
Jin snorted, what kind of approach is this? ‘Do you see what I’m getting at?’ his fucking ass.
Jin
listen, if you were actually interested in having a session with me, you would contact my agent, thanks, bye
He closed the app and went to the living room, placed his phone on the coffee table in front of the couch and went to the kitchen to prepare a green smoothie. While adding the ingredients into the blender he heard another notification from twitter, he groaned.
‘Won’t he just give up already?’ – he grumbled, closed the lid of the blender and turned it to the maximum velocity, watching the vegetables and fruits turn into a smooth liquid.
Drinking his smoothie, he walked back to the living room, sat on the couch, turned the TV on and called for his dog Jjangu who came running to him. He set the cup on the coffee table and picked up his phone again to check what that Yoongi kid wanted.
Min Yoongi
thats kinda rude sir
The model started laughing, Jjangu barked – ‘Can you believe this guy, Jjajjangie?’ – the dog jumped on the couch and licked his hand.
Jin
what? me telling you to talk to my agent? thats good manners and professionalism, something that you clearly dont have
He smirked and looked down at Jjangu, high-fiving the dog.
On the other side of Seoul – on the poor side of Seoul –, Min Yoongi ate instant noodles while he stared at his phone. Besides feeling angry at the rude answers, he knew the man was right, he should’ve called his agent, but Yoongi also knew there was no way Kim Seokjin would want to have a photoshoot with him, at least not if the talked with his agent first so he had to be straightforward about it and go directly to the model to try and convince him. That project was worth half of his grade and he was so desperate that if Seokjin asked him to lick his one million dollar shoes, he would kneel and act like a dog, for the grades , he kept telling himself.
He put down his chopsticks and sighed, staring at the noodles that were left in his bowl and thinking about the rent he had to pay that month. Being a poor student was way harder than he initially thought, if his family knew about this they would definitely try to get him back to Daegu and put him on the family business – the coffee shop that his mom owned –, but he wanted to keep chasing his dream of being known world-wide, he wanted to share his art with the world. He needs to keep trying.
Yoongi was still sitting on the small and empty noodle shop, he was the only customer and was pretty sure that the worker at the counter was sleeping. Picking up his phone and pushing his bowl to the center of the table, he thought about the things his mom had told him about famous people.
‘You gotta fill their ego even more, that’s what they live for. Why do you think all of them like to make drama out of nowhere? Because they want people to talk about them.’
Maybe Yoongi should do that, fill his ego.
Min Yoongi
im sorry sir, i know i should’ve talked with your agent first but i also know he wouldnt let me speak to you, every seoul citizen knows how busy and important you are and i do too, so i had to try my luck and speak to you directly
Yoongi pressed send and got up from his chair, put his phone back into his pocket and went to the counter to pay for his meal.
In the penthouse, Jin was watching a rerun of some old comedy show – which wasn’t even that funny, incredibly overrated in his opinion – when he received the new message, the green smoothie placed on the coffee table and Jjangu sleeping by his side. Jin hummed.
He does sound kind of desperate, if I’m honest, he thought, and he knows my agent wouldn’t let him even contact me, not stupid then.
Jin
alright then, Yoongi, you caught my attention
you’re not dumb and i like that on people, principally whom i consider working with me
so how about this, you’ll meet me at the restaurant near my house, im craving korean bbq, i’ll send you the address
dont be late
Not one minute later, Jins phone buzzed with another notification.
Min Yoongi
THANK YOU SO MUCH SIR!!!!!!!!! YOU JUST MADE MY DAY AND PROBABLY MY ENTIRE ACADEMIC LIFE TOO
Jin laughed, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Yoongi was smiling like an idiot, he finally had a chance to shine. He had just scheduled a date with one of the most popular models from South Korea, imagine how mad my classmates are going to be when they see who I’m photographing .
Backing up on his thoughts, he stopped thinking about his jealous classmates and started panicking. Was that a date ? Did Seokjin just scheduled a date with him ?
Fingers trembling slightly, he typed another message trying to act like it wasn’t important, he hit send.
Min Yoongi
so, is this a date?
The reply came immediately.
Jin
whatever helps you sleep at night ;)
Of all the things that would help Yoongi sleep at night, a winky face from Seokjin wasn’t one of them. Before properly freaking out, he received another message.
Jin
and keep calling me sir, i like polite boys like yourself ;)
Now he was officially freaking out.