The Photographer [Taejin]

20 다시 만나요 (We met again)

But on his case, curiosity, instead of killing the cat, made him hyperactive. 

His eyes were big and fixed on the figure laying down on a bed, feeling unable to move.

Because he was not alone.

There was a boy, laying down on his bed with only a bathrobe. Just a thin and pure white cloth covering his body. Teasingly falling on that body to cover most of his private parts but leaving others on plain view.

Although Jin could only see his profile, it was the americano boy.

A now blonde boy. 

Kim Seokjin gulped as he let his eyes drink in the sight displayed in front of him.

His long legs were parted but, the bathrobe prevented Jin to watch what lied underneath.

He had his eyes closed, seemingly sleeping. His breath was quiet and profound, as he must be in a deep sleep.

So Seokjin, feeling confident with the other's obliviousness, stared at the movements caused by his breathing.

The up and downs of his chest, the bathrobe opening itself with each movement of his breath. His head tilting back and falling cheek down into the pillow. The subtle movement of his fingers as he... dragged them sinfully through his body and then, tapped them? 

'What the-'

His eyes suddenly opened.

Dark and seductive eyes staring up at him marked by clear and beautiful brow bones. An 'i caught you' intention them, teasingly following the model's gaze, still, on his hands, that lied on his thighs.

That's how the cat was killed by mortification.

Taehyung lips formed a sinful smirk while his eyes shone brighter, seemingly absorbing the model's soul as he stared and stared and stared, eyes clear of any emotion except for fun.

He was like a dementor.

"We meet again" he teased, looking at him up through his lashes. Although Jin was far away, he could notice his long lashes, as they cast shadows on his cheekbones.

Seokjin gulped. A need to flee arose but he was unable to move.

"Although I still haven't introduced myself" He lifted his back from the bed, sitting with both legs on the floor. The movement revealed the boy's chest. Toned. Tanned. Perfect.

Seokjin was frozen on that door, staring wide-eyed while the mysterious boy stood up and approached him. A slight close-lipped smile adorning his thin lips. His movements fluid and slow, almost as if he was strutting.

'Is this what youngsters call swag?' the model thought as he panicked. 'Wait, why is he approaching-'

"What are you?" Tried to tease the model, feeling really insecure in front of the other's gaze. "A Turkey?"