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Chapter 3

"Hey!" You protested reaching forward. He scoffed, pulling away from you.

"What? You have something to hide?" He teased lightly.

And you definitely did have something to hide. Hundreds and hundreds of pictures of him were on your phone. How mortifying would it be if he found those? Or even found a picture of you on your phone you didn't want him to see? None of your pictures were inappropriate but that didn't mean it wouldn't still be embarrassing if he saw the selfies you confidently took when you were all on your own.

"Just give me my phone back!" You exclaimed. Jihoon got to his feet and began to scroll through your photos out of your reach. That made you scoff.

"What do you think that's going to do?! I'm taller than you!"

Jihoon stopped scrolling through your pictures in order to look slightly offended at you.

"Barely," he responded. You just sat and stared up at him from the grass. He didn't say anything as his finger slid across your screen. After a moment he stopped and glanced down at you.

"Am I even one of your favorite idols? I have yet to see a single picture of me."

His tone of voice was a little gruff, lower then you were used to, and the playful expression that had been on his face was gone.

That's when you remembered- to your own immense relief- that you had gone through a binge of other idols the other night so any pictures of him, or you even would be pretty far in.

He swiped his finger a few more times and then sighed. He visibly exited the app and entered the camera app again. He raised the camera and started to take his own picture. You scrunched your eyebrows together.

"Wha... what are you doing?" You asked him. He shrugged.

"You need more pictures of me," he replied. The way he said it was cute, reallycute. He sounded like a little kid. You didn't say that though. Instead, you grumbled.

"I really don't need more pictures," you mumbled. "I have too many already."

Honestly, you had always assumed Jihoon would find that sort of thing a bit creepy. You had always been a little skeptical over the sanity of the concept. So many pictures in your phone of someone you hadn't ever met, and likely would never meet... It was just a weird concept if you thought about it too much. Which you did. Often.

It didn't stop you from collecting an album of pictures of Jihoon on your phone, however, and printing some of them out to adorn the borders of your Seventeen posters. Creepy or not, having pictures of the idols you adored on your walls and in your phone gave you hope. It kept you inspired. Sometimes, it even made you happy.

That was only sometimes, however. Nowadays when you were unhappy, well, nothing could keep you from being unhappy. Except for a few certain people at small, random instances.

You gestured for Jihoon to come back down to the ground, which he died after snapping a few more pictures of himself. You didn't take your phone back from him, you just tapped what you needed to while he held your phone securely in his hand.

You had always liked it when other people used your phone. You didn't know why. It should feel like an invasion of privacy. You shouldn't like letting people go through your texts and read your notes and look at your pictures. But you did.

You didn't have anything to hide.

Maybe that was part of it. The only things that were on your phone that people didn't already know about were things that you wanted to say but found yourself unable to because of your own insecurities. You wanted people to know you. You wanted people to understand you, and this... This was one of the only ways that would happen.