Beautiful Images ::VHope::

Pictures

//LDN:: Lily Allen //

I fix the strap around my neck, casting my gaze upwards. The sun moved behind a building, casting the perfect rays of sunlight onto various other buildings, and more importantly, the artwork. I look back down, watching people bustling from place to place. I raise my camera to my eyes, taking a picture of a man holding his son's hand as they race across the street. I take another shot of a girl fixing her appearance in a store window.

My job, as an artist, is to see the beauty in everything. And I do. Usually. I sit down on the sidewalk, leaning against the building. I watch the people running around, too busy at their own lives to notice anyone else. A jug of milk is sat beside me, and I take a shot of the beat up Converse attached to the person that set it there.

"I may have found us the perfect helper. For both of our projects." NamJoon says, sitting beside me. "He's super cute and can be the perfect model for your collection, and I can study him for character development." NamJoon has been my best friend since grade school. He's a literary major, which still astounds me seeing as I wrote all his papers in school. I'm a photographer, both in profession and major. I raise my camera, taking a picture of him drinking from gallon of milk.

"Yah! Stop using me in the collection, pabo." He says, smacking my arm.

"But it's based on Humans and their daily lives. I have to use you." I scroll through the pictures on my camera. "It's in the best friend code."

"It is not anywhere in the best friend code."

"Yes, it is." I say, turning the camera to show him a picture I took yesterday. It's him walking across a plank between two buildings. The sun is setting, tinting the picture a glorious orange. He has one foot out, making it look like he's falling even when he's not. "Can I use this in the gallery?"

"Why can't you use someone other than me in your gallery for once?" He whines, watching a girl in a short skirt walk past. I quickly snap the picture before he can be upset.

"Why would I risk getting in trouble for using other people without permission? Just let me use the damn picture, Kimberly."

"Fine, go ahead and use it." He rolls his eyes, letting his head fall back against the building behind us. I grab his jug of milk, taking a drink from it. "Can we go home now?"

"Yeah, whatever. It's not like my finals count on me having these pictures." I sigh dramatically, grabbing my bag. NamJoon hits my arm again.

"Shut up! My final requires a typed essay, Hoe." He pouts at me, and I sigh.

"Fine." I say, throwing my hands up. "Fine, we will go home. We will put a cork in my artistic feelings." I continue to complain the whole way to our dorm. "It's always what NamJoon wants, it's always abut you."

"Bitch, excuse me?" He gasps, placing a hand to his chest. "It is not always about me, Hoseok. It's about you. We literally spent all day looking for inspiration."

"Shut up." I say with a laugh. NamJoon holds his milk like a baby, talking quickly about the boy from Walmart. I unlock the dorm for us, throwing myself onto my bed

"But, like, he's super adorable. And he's about this tall." He holds his hand up to compare the boy's height to his own. "And his hair is all floofy, and the best part is that he has the cutest stutter." NamJoon lays on his bed, pulling his pillow close to him.

"How is a stutter the best part?"

"And he looks cute in a Walmart uniform, so just imagine what he looks like off work." He ignores my question, just like I never asked. Very normal for him.

"Yeah, that sounds real swell." I roll my eyes, turning on my camera. "For a guy that can't talk to a girl without thinking about banging her," I look up at him, "you sound pretty gay."

"Listen, asshole, I'm trying to appeal to you and your collection." He sits up. "I deserve an apology."

"I'm sorry that I called you out on being a faggot." I say, laughing when he chucks his pillow at me. "Do the squinty face that you do." I smile as he squishes up his face, and snap a picture.

"So he's cute?" I muse, taking out my camera chip. "As in cute enough to be my model?" I insert the card into my computer, picking out the pictures of NamJoon and adding them to my NamJoonie file. I hear his yawn.

"Mhm."

"I thought you had to have a typed essay, Joonie." I tease him.

"I can do it tomorrow." He mumbles. He didn't sleep last night, entirely too focused on finishing his homework until the ass crack of dawn. He deserves a late afternoon nap. I stay quiet, moving pictures around to their files. I sigh at how many I have. I'll probably have to delete some soon, or get a new computer.

NamJoonie...318
Scenery...67
People...423
Random...130
Hoseok...12
Final Project...0

I guess I an kind of desperate. I don't have any pictures saved to my final project file, and I only have a few I actually like enough to include in it. What's the harm of asking a guy to be my model? There's nothing wrong with it at all.

"What register is he?" I ask, looking over my shoulder at the curled up NamJoon, just barely awake.

"13."