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The white walls on the photography studio bounced back the bright lights as the sun was setting outside the building, the lights from the city below starting to go blurry and fade as Jungkook focused the camera another time on the boy with sharp cheekbones and a cheeky grin tinting his lip red. He turned, pushing his jean jacket away from his shoulders as his frame moved carefully across the set, pulling faces and turning up a smile while the long light brown fringe half covered his playful stare. The only sound that echoed alongside the chillwave music was the clicking of the camera as Jungkook tried his hardest to capture the beauty he sometimes couldn’t quite believe.
"Are we almost done?" Taehyung asked, pushing his hair from his eyes, his eyes growing soft as a tint of pink flushed his cheeks caused by the warmth of being underneath those lights and the scrutinizing stare of the boy he had learnt to love. "I’m hungry."
"Almost there. Just a few more shots." Jungkook answered, not even lifting his eyes from the camera, analyzing pictures and figuring out settings to make the boy in front of him shine even more. But once he turned the camera around again, he lost focus as he watched Taehyung approach him in long strides, his lean body getting caught through the view finder, his moves soft and strong.
"You look good today." Taehyung pointed, watching as Jungkook’s cheeks started to gain color from the compliment, eyeing him up and down. "Why don’t you let me take a picture of you?" He went for the camera, but the photographer pulled it away from the boy’s reckless reach.
"You’re the model here, Tae." He pointed at the wooden box on the floor where the model was sitting beforehand. "Come on, let me finish this."
"Please, babe, just one picture." Taehyung asked in a mellow tone, brushing his fingers on the boy’s forearm, raising them to his biceps before grabbing a strong hold of his shoulders. "One picture." His voice dropping a few octaves, low and husky right by his ear, giving him goosebumps that ran along the coast of his spine. He brushed the boy off, trying to focus on work - but it was hard when work was the most beautiful man he’s seen.
"For fuck’s sake, Tae." Jungkook pushed him away, shrugging his effects off, like the expanded irises, the short breaths and the shivers repeatedly going around and around his body. "Let me do my job, will you?"
"One picture." Taehyung was firm, standing in front of the camera, his body too close Jungkook only saw the light blue of his denim jacket through the peephole.
Jungkook heavily sighed, pulling off the camera strap from around his body and almost shoving the equipment on the boy’s chest. Taehyung answered with a loud and deep laugh, the smile still lingering on his lips when he finally turned the camera around, fitting the boys crazy hair, deer like eyes framed by a frown, his plump lips sticking out, his arms crossed around his chest, on the frame.
"Smile, babes." He said lastly, shining the flash over his face, watching as his eyes turned soft as the clicking went, his lips curving into a slight smile while Taehyung moved across, joking at his boyfriend’s work, taking a piss of the way he says 'passion' as an answer to anything. Until finally Taehyung got the perfect shot, the hand going to get back the camera blurry at the bottom of the frame, but a smile so bright he could almost hear the laugh still ringing on his ears as he watched the picture briefly before Jungkook whined:
"That’s it. Now go, let me take a few more before we go home."
As he posed for more pictures, Taehyung thought about how he was used to being photographed, used to hearing all about his unique beauty, used to all the fancy clothes that looked horrendous and the pile of makeup on his face. But he had never experienced true beauty before he saw Jungkook that one time, a while ago. He had just bumped on the LED lights that shone on the concrete and brick wall, getting a scold from the boss on set. Tae was so sure he was another model for the shoot he got surprised once he saw him with a name tag and a pile of documents under his arms. Jungkook was interning for one of the biggest photography studios in Seoul but had been out of it for too long, doing family photos or seeing the same goddamn faces in different models with weird ass clothes. Until he caught the curious, cheeky gaze from one burning hot model that was said to rule the industry in a few years time. Usually, Jungkook would brush off any attempt from a client - he had enough to deal with, a relationship wreck inside the office was beyond limits. But on that day, when he was shrinking in a corner, annoyed and angry for being scolded and careless, he smiled back to a carefree Taehyung, who didn’t take even 5 minutes to ask him out for a coffee.
Little did Jungkook know that that night, while he was sleeping in between white crinkly sheets on a penthouse in the fanciest district of the city, Taehyung would spend half the night up, running his fingers along the features he wanted to paint over a canvas, over the eyelids that covered what he was sure were the prettiest eyes he had ever seen, over the plump red bruised lips he couldn’t get the taste out of from the back of his throat. He wasn’t used to that type of beauty, so crushing and powerful, like tide waves hitting a rocky shore, pushing and pulling him from side to side underneath the cold muddy gray water. He almost wanted out, feeling suffocated and breathless, until Jungkook turned around, grabbing a hold of the fingers that once caressed his skin, tucking them in between his own, and sighing heavily, sleeply, before going back to dreamland.