V entered the classroom quietly, his camera slung around his neck casually while he carried multiple folders and binders.

The other students were mostly already there, some sitting down flipping through photos, some admiring the works on the walls, some talking in small voices to each other, pointing and smiling softly at works of theirfriends.

V silently slipped into a seat in the second row, next to a man with soft brown hair and eyes. Carefully setting his things on the desk, V picked his way through his folders, all labeled with their subjects.

Quirking a small smile, he shuffled into the folder called "Flowers" and admired the bright colors or the blooms. Photography was V's favorite hobby, and he considered it even more than a hobby once he began college.

Sometimes, V would just sit in the garden at his parent's rich estate and photograph the flowers and plants, sometimes catching a butterfly or a bird perched in the stems or branches. It was calming for V, sort of like his rock.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when the professor entered, a tall woman, middle-aged, with spectacles perched on the thin bridge of her nose. Her eyes were big, lined with kohl eyeliner despite her age, and were the shade of lush grass. "Good afternoon, students," she said, her voice lilting and flowy.

A few hesitant, "Good afternoon,"s could be heard but they were a quiet class, eager to learn.

"I hope you all had a good Christmas break, because we're jumping into our next unit- Real-life models. Unlike last semester, where we photographed nature and art, we'll be capturing the best shot of models. This is an incredibly important skill, and I hope you do not take it lightly. Every individual has a different angle that complements them just right, and when they change poses, you have to find a different angle. Don't worry, this unit will only last a few weeks. Then, we will move onto digital editing and possibly photoshop. But, be careful. You will only be able to move on if you are successful with this skill. You aren't just photographing a model. You are capturing all of their beauty in a single angle. It takes time, and should not be taken lightly," the professor gestured to their model for the day.

There was a girl, hardly fifteen years old, with fiery red hair, a look of innocence framing her green eyes. "This is my niece, Coraline. I expect your best work for her. You may begin when you're ready." The girl stepped up onto the pedestal, then posed, her hip jutted to the side, one hand on her waist, the other flung carelessly over her head, lips parted.

Some student hesitantly crept forward, their cameras clutched in their hands, but V stayed at his desk, sketching the girl. He wasn't an artist, that's for sure, but he always sketched live models to find their best angle.

When he was done, he smiled and found the exact space to place his camera, adjusting the focus, until the light shone just the right way, her eyes looked in just the right direction.  Click. V captured the photo, then rocked back on his heels in satisfaction.

At the end of the period, V printed the picture and gave it to the professor, who grinned with glee. "Good  job, V. I look forward to this unit for you. I think you'll really...  bloom."

She enunciated the word to signal her recognition of all his works with flowers. Blushing, V nodded his head and smiled back sheepishly.

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Each day, the class was introduced to their model. About a week into the unit, V was running late. Rushing to class, his camera thumping against his chest, he cursed under his breath, nearly dropping all his supplies as he ran.

Wincing, he opened the door to the classroom, only to be met by a sight that he would never forget. There he was.

The model's glance slipped to V, who stood awestruck in the doorway. The man was V's age, and probably the most beautiful thing V had ever seen.

Gaping like a fish out of water, V was stuck to his spot on the floor. The model stood gracefully, a purple sheet gathered around his waist, draped around his forearm.

He was otherwise bare, his chest a milky pale with defined pectorals and thin slicings of abs. His biceps were flexed, his collarbone defined, his jawline sharp. His eyes were deep charcoal, ebony locks seemingly windswept.

"Jumin, please stay still."

"Sorry," came the model's reply, in a deep voice. It was silk.  Jumin...

"Mr. Kim! How nice of you to join us," the professor said irritably.

"Sorry!" V apologized and rushed to his seat, stumbling and stuttered until he had a clean sheet of paper and a pencil.

He immediately started drawing but couldn't help but gawk at Jumin's chiseled features. It took him longer than usual because he was so determined to include every feature.

Once he had determined the angle, V hesitantly walked forward, his gaze always on Jumin, and positioned the camera. C lick. Proud, V printed the picture and gave it to the professor.

When she took it from him, a strange look came across her face. "It's very interesting, really..." she murmured under her breath. "Sorry, what is?" "You approach this picture differently than you usually do. It's like... you're enamored almost. Not to mention the look in your eyes when you looked at Mr. Han."

A suggestive eyebrow arched at V and he turned away, blushing.

"Ah... I seem to be correct in my assumptions. To be frank, I like this version of your photos better. Good job, Jihyun."

"Thank you." The professor shooed V away so that she could grade the rest of the students. Jumin was gathering the sheet around his feet when a girl approached him.

V knew the girl... she was in his biology class, but had apparently stopped in the photography class to say hello to her friends. She twirled her hair around her finger and Jumin just looked like a deer in the headlights. Grinning sweetly, she spoke to him in a stage whisper, introducing herself, batting her eyelashes.

Though too coward to interrupt, V felt fiery jealousy bubbling in his core. Jumin shook his head slightly and sheepishly replied to Sarah. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head before she laughed nervously and turned away, leaving Jumin to glance worriedly around the world to see if anyone saw the encounter. He noticed V's stare and the blue-haired student quickly averted his eyes, blushing hard.

Jumin smiled lightly and stepped down from the podium, heading into the back room. Determined, V cautiously followed him. The professor gave V an encouraging look as she gathered hher things and walked out. Everyone else had left as well. V had a free period after this class so he was free but he was incredibly nervous. How did he get himself into this situation again?

He approached the doorway and carefully peeked in. "Hello? Jumin?"

"Come in," came Jumin's low, silky baritone. V entered cautiously to the sight of Jumin still wrapped loosely in the sheet.

"Oh! It's you." Jumin's tone wasn't hostile.

"Yeah.. I'm Jihyun, but I just go by V." V's voice was terribly shaky, but he smiled tentatively at Jumin, hoping to mask the fact that he was terrified of being rejected like Sarah had.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jumin..."

"I know- Crap, I mean- Nice to meet you, Jumin." V paused then, "I just wanted to say.."  that I think you're the most beautiful being in the world and I want to kiss you? No, "that you were really good today.. At modeling, I mean."

"Thank you. I try," Jumin cracked a smile, "Is there any other reason you came in here?" O  h g o d that was hot.

"I... uhm... you're very.. Aha.. attractive. I *cough* like you. A lot." V's cheeks flamed red hot and he stared hard at the ground, gulping.

"Thanks. You're very sweet. Would you like to get coffee sometime?" Jumin didn't stutter once, and his cheeks dusted only a slight pink. How was he so damn calm? V couldn't stand it.

Couldn't help it when he reached up to Jumin's jaw, holding it lightly between his index and middle fingers. Jumin didn't pull back as V's face inched closer, both their lips parted, Jumin's minty breath falling down the dip of V's neck.

Their eyes held each other, and nothing else mattered until their lips touched and the world exploded. Jumin held the sheet around hiswaist with one hand, while the other held the back of V's neck, while V moved closer, their torsos flush together, one of his hands on the small of Jumin's back, the other trailing down Jumin's chest. The kiss was chaste and closed-lips at first, but Jumin opened it up, trailing his tongue along V's bottom lip. The photographer tasted like lemons and honey.

When the broke apart, V's lips were a pleasant shade darker pink and Jumin was out of breath. Grinning, V pecked Jumin once again and then let him change in peace. They left the studio together, hand in hand.

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