“Go set the area and the camera. Adjust the lighting and make it somewhat…” the photographer began giving me orders as he looked through a bunch of papers. I stood there mentally taking notes hoping that I get them right. He then motioned for me to get going and I quickly did.

I sat the camera on its tripod after altering the needed settings for it. This was one of those usual magazine shoots with the white background so it didn’t really need much work. I moved to fix the lights when suddenly-

“Hey~”

-his voice-

Husky and warm. I listened to that voice for the rest of the night a few days ago.

“Jaejoong-sshi,” I bowed to greet him, “it’s nice to see you again.”

His smile was the same, so accommodating and soft, as he waved his hand in response.

I looked at him he looked at me, a comforting silence enveloped us.

Why do we keep getting caught in this staring contest?

Then footsteps broke the atmosphere. “Okay everyone-“the photographer announced as he entered the studio with the other staff members.

Jaejoong chuckled a little and I felt heat rush to my cheeks. He then mumbled something before approaching the photographer.

The photographer explained to him the concept and everything he had to know while I sat on the side of the studio waiting for whatever errand I was to run. Jaejoong glanced at me as he settled in front of the camera. He smiled before turning to the camera.

He held a strong stare and moved his body to the cameraman’s liking.

-his physique-

Jaejoong wasn’t a man covered in bulging muscles nor was he skin and bones. He was buff enough to expose his masculinity yet his face is skinny enough to reveal how his busy schedule has affected his health.

He moved upon every click, projecting like a man straight out from a manga. His eyes staring right into the camera so daringly like a person ready to attack you in one click, then he’s smiling like an angel in another.

How does he do that? Be two totally opposite characters in a close of the shutter.

So hopelessly fictional yet so real, so manly yet feminine, so seductive yet so innocent, Kim Jaejoong is an epitome of paradox.

He looks at me.

-the way he makes me feel-

And my heart starts thumping so dramatically. I lifted my hand to my chest, hoping it’d calm down but it only raced as I saw Jaejoong smile while turning back to the camera.

A few more shots later and the photographer called for a costume change.

I got up and went to fix the set again. Jaejoong was observing the pictures that were taken and pointed out things with a laugh. He then high-fived the photographer then turned to me. He flashed another one of his heart-stopping smiles and I couldn’t help but hide behind my boss.

Hours later the shoot ended.

“Thanks for the hard work today” my boss, the photographer, gave my shoulder a pat then left the room.

I was always last to leave. I had to make sure the lights are off, everything’s unplugged, the set is clean and all the other things have to be cleared up. It wasn’t really something I want to do, I get scared when I’m alone tidying up, but it’s what my job requires me to do. I can’t complain about it. But sometimes I wish someone would stay around just to keep me company.

Just as I plugged off the lights, I heard the door creak open. My heart raced and my body started shaking. I grabbed the nearest object, ready to throw it at the intruder.

“Why are you still here?”

I looked up and saw the custodian pushing his cart into the room.

Placing a hand on my chest, I heaved out a sigh, “Ahjussi, you scared me.”

“Well you shouldn’t be here after the shoot. How many times do I have to convince you that I can do the cleaning up?” He spoke in a fatherly tone.

I stood straight and bowed in apology. Grabbing my bag, I headed out the door.

As I scurried out the dimly lit building, I heard a voice call my name.

“What took you so long?” he questioned.

I whipped my head around and saw Jaejoong leaning beside the door, his hands in his pockets, his head covered by a black hoodie and his eyes hid by a pair of sunglasses.

My footsteps light and careful as I went near him, “were you waiting for me?”

He smirked.

Well that was a stupidly obvious question. Commence mental face palm.

“Why?” I unconsciously questioned.

He smiled and took a step towards me, “I was wondering maybe… you’d like to join me for dinner? Or is it breakfast already?”

I couldn’t help but giggle while nodding at him.

Okay so that's Chapter 2.

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