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“Just like that! Now just relax your expression a little, perfect!”
Seungcheol snapped a few pictures, the bright flash popping off consecutively before he stopped to check his work. Pretty good. This adorable amateur model, Lee Jihoon, had a lot of potential in the modeling community from what he could see. He had an endearing face and a soft, lithe build that would draw viewers in. It was already having its effect on Seungcheol himself.
“Sorry that I’m so tense,” Jihoon spoke up from the wooden stool he was perched on top of, an elaborate arrangement of spring flowers covering nearly every surface around him. The model looked like a garden fairy amidst it all and Seungcheol had to prevent himself from getting caught staring for too long.Though, being the photographer in itself had already graciously saved his ass a multitude of times in the past hour.
“No, you’re fine Jihoon,” offering a reassuring smile, he made his way toward the set up and moved some of the flower bundles around; “It’s normal to be kind of tense for your first few photoshoots, you’ll loosen up in no time!” The encouraging words already had a calming effect on Jihoon who found himself smiling a little as he rolled his shoulders back a little. And god did Seungcheol wish he was behind the camera in that blessed moment instead of nearly tripping over a bouquet of daisies like a fucking fool.
“Whoa, you alright?” Jihoon shifted on the stool and looked over his shoulder with worry. Seungcheol rapidly nodded his head and scrambled back to his camera, giving the set up a once over before pressing his eye against the viewfinder. From there, he saw the model adjust his pose and expression eyes widening a little to catch more light. He wanted to stab himself in the foot. Jihoon was so fucking cute . The outfit definitely did little to calm his racing heart. Perched on top of soft chestnut brown waves, there was a simple flower crown. Its long ribbon was draped over the right of a fluffy silk shirt, and the shirt itself was tucked into the hem of black suspender shorts. A pair of white over-the-knee socks hugged at Jihoon’s lower thighs, effectively bringing a tear to Seungcheol’s eyes. Quickly regaining his composure, he begins to direct the other once again.
“Try elongating your neck a little more. Good good! Always maintain a calculated posture.” Even though Jihoon seemed to be the embodiment of nervousness from the get-go, the most recent photos were already a huge improvement from the first few that were taken. Jihoon was a fast learner, and with the right amount of guidance and instruction, he could really become a highly sought after model.
And God, he was so pretty. It was almost infuriating. Sure, Seungcheol has taken photos of some indescribably attractive people before: male and female alike. But it was like Jihoon went and insulted the mothers of every single butterfly in his stomach and started up a violent storm in there. Talk about uncalled for! His hair looked incredibly soft and fluffy and his skin practically glowed. He had a seriously adorable cat-like smile and squishy looking cheeks that could probably reduce Seungcheol to tears.
And that was not an exaggeration.
There was a part of Seungcheol that just wanted to go up and pinch Jihoon’s rosy cheeks until he was content, and cuddle the hell out of him while he was at it. Maybe they could get ice cream afterwards and he would have the pleasure of seeing the little model scrunch up his face from a sudden brainfreeze. And maybe he should stop his brain from conjuring up more impractical fantasies. Good idea, Seungcheol.
The rest of the photoshoot went by smoothly, and Seungcheol filled up an SD card or two while they were at it. You really couldn’t blame him, after all, he didn’t know when he would photograph Jihoon again. Though, he sure hoped it would be sometime in the near future.
Gingerly, the garden fairy scooched off of the stool and finally got to use his legs after three hours of laborious posing. Jihoon’s delicate hands quickly did away with the wrinkles on his shorts, a small huff leaving his tinted lips as he did so. He proceeds to thank all of the staff around them, bowing to each in respect, “Thank you for taking care of me.” Stopping at Seungcheol, he offers a deep bow in gratitude before standing up straight. “And thank you especially for being so easy to work with and helping me out with tips and such...I hope I can improve exponentially and be easier to work with in future projects, maybe,” his cheeks began to flush with soft pink, “Thank you, it was a pleasure working with you, Seungcheol!”
“Ah, the pleasure was all mine! I hope we get to work on things together in the future as well, cutie,” he reached out and gave Jihoon’s hair a quick ruffle while flashing a bright smile, “See you around!”
“See you around, Seungcheol.” An eager nod was given before the boy was whisked away to his next schedule in a blur by the name of Seungkwan. Meanwhile, the photographer’s heart was going haywire. Jihoon’s hair was so soft. If he had the time to scream into a pillow like a fucking child he would, but the next appointment was quickly catching up to him. He rushed off to grab his other SD cards, almost embarrassed of how many pictures he had taken of Jihoon, unknowing of the fact he wouldn’t get to see the man again for quite some time.