.ᐟ.ᐟ liwia

You have been working at the same brand since it started. You remembered the photoshoots you took of people at your workplace, remembered putting your photos up on Instagram and Facebook to grow an audience, and even remembered celebrating the first ever collaboration you've got. All of them were small, wedding photos, school picture days, or funerals. Until you heard your boss practically beaming out of his office, "y/n! Come meet me at my office!" He beamed skipping back to his office chair.

People around you already felt suspicious, and to be honest, you were too. I mean, it was a rainy Monday morning, and you're sleep deprived because you thought it was a good idea to binge watch one of your favorite series at one in the morning. But you still reluctantly walked inside the office, sitting down in front of your boss. "What happened, sir?" You replied, voice slightly trembling.

"We are doing a photoshoot with this really popular K-pop idol!" He excitedly replied, "and I want you to be in charge of it!"

You completely froze, you didnt mind taking photos, I mean, when you first picked up a digital camera at five, you immediately got attached to it, taking photos of trees, swings, ponds, your parents or family members, or even stray cats wandering around your street. You don't like taking photos of other people. You would rather do scenery ones, like the ones at your favorite bridge during spring, the blossom trees slightly swaying as if they were greeting you, the leaves falling onto the bridge and in the water covering up all the algae that was floating on the water. The bridge having a few of those padlocks with their lovers name, and sometimes, you wonder if they are still together.

"Oh well, i do scenery photos, sir..." You reply, hoping that this project could be passed on to someone else.

"Y/n, you are not trying to get out of this project. You're the only one that I can trust fully on these big projects." Your boss fired back, pointing a finger at you, "here's everything you need to know about the K-pop idol, I already gave him your phone number so you guys can text each other about meetings and stuff."

"Fine..." You murmur back, grabbing the papers from your bosses hand, and walked out of the room with your shoulders slightly slumped as you sit down at your desk letting out a tired sigh like you already had enough of this day already. Coworkers immediately start running up to your desk.

"Y/n what happened there?"

"Y/n why do you look like that? Did something bad happen inside there?"

"Y/n what are those papers about?"

You let out a tired sigh, scolding and screaming at them to get back to work as you flip through the papers, and there it was.

SONG MINGI

Born: 9 August 1999

Age: 26 years old

Group: ATEEZ

Collaboration with: Calvin Klein

Photographer: y/n

Career: South Korean rapper, dancer, and songwriter

There was a picture of him, silver hair, sharp jawline, eyes so fierce but soft at the same time it made you shiver. He looked really handsome and totally your type. And then there was a picture of you, your hair in a messy bun, your dark circles very visible under all of that concealer that you put on that day, your lips slightly cracked. Yeah, you have no chance with him. You finally came back down to earth, and your delusional thoughts tucked away in the back of your mind as you started to flip through the remaining page, taking in his different fashion looks within each page. After hours of staring at his looks, your work was done, and you excitedly picked up your coat that was handing on your chair. You grabbed your bag and headed out.

Walking outside, the rain had stopped. The earthy smell engulfed your nostrils, the ground still wet, your heels clicking on the concrete as you walked to your apartment. That's not that far from your workplace. Your apartment isn't something extravagant. It was a normal, modern apartment with minimal furniture. You sit down on the couch, legs spread, arms spread out, as you try to calm yourself down. You knew that your boss knew you hated doing important projects like these, but apparently, working there since it first started made you the most trusted.

You were about to hop in the shower, put on your pajamas, and lay in your bed and eat some instant noodles without letting anyone disturb you when a notification came up on your phone.

"Hey, are you my photographer for the collaboration?"

You instantly froze. You thought your boss lied about giving your phone number to that damn K-pop idol, but I guess he wasn't. You immediately replied back. "Yes, I am. Are you here to talk about when our first meeting is set?"

"Yes, I am, actually. Is it ok for us to schedule it tomorrow instead?"

"Yes, of course I'll inform my boss about it. Thank you for asking."

"Thank you, I hope you understand."

You sigh, already telling your boss about it. Before finally falling asleep in your bed, your silk pajamas hugging your body, the weight of your duvet, making you fall asleep instantly. You woke up to the sound of your alarm blaring in your ears. It was 5 a.m., and the sun was just starting to rise. The sky was a mix of yellow, orange, and purple as the suns light peeked out of your curtains as you stood up to do your usual routine: brush your teeth, make breakfast, pick out an outfit, go to work.

The meeting was normal, talking about the scenery, the product, how we should show the product off. And throughout the few months you were doing the project, the messages were the same:

"Can you schedule the meeting next week."

"Can you make the lighting a bit more brighter."

"Can you change the hairstyle to this one."

It felt like he was bossing you around. All your coworkers were talking about was how handsome he is, which is technically true. He is really handsome, but his personality says otherwise. I mean, how can someone that perfect have a personality of a boss that doesn't care about it employees? But after a long day of work, a different text appeared from mingi, not the usual "can you schedule this to a different day." It was more of the lines of "want to grab coffee tomorrow?"

You thought you were dreaming, like why does a person that amazingly beautiful ask someone nowhere near their level that question? Your delusions became bigger, but what were you thinking? It would obviously be for work matters, right? You answered back like you usually do "Sure."

The next day came, work went and came like usual, you went to the coffee shop where mingi sent the address, it wasnt too far where you worked and when you walked in you already saw him, he was sitting down, smiling at you, 2 coffees sat beside him, the coffee shop had a modern and cozy aesthetic which made you somehow calmer. You sit down, having that fake smile on your face that you always have when doing photoshoots.

"Hello y/n." He said, handing you a coffee with a smile that looks too real. "How was work? Im sorry if I was being bossy throughout the whole photoshoot."

"No, no, it's alright, I get that you're trying to make the photoshoot perfect." You reply laughing shyly "work was like usual."

You guys spoke about multiple things, some about the colab, but most were about his work, how he comes up with ideas, how he always looks composed and perfect. It was awkward at first, trying to speak casually to a person that youre doing a collaboration with, but then when he mentioned photography, how you started to pursue it as a career, you immediately opened up, you told him how it felt to feel a camera for the first time, how it instantly clicked into your brain, your first professional camera at ten. You started to smile genuinely, not the fake one you did at the beginning, like a real smile, one that reaches your eyes, one that all your teeth are showing.

And then you saw him, the way his eyes found yours, his smile widening every time you started rambling about a topic, the way he listened when you expressed your love for random things like, cats, parks, or when you mentioned that one bridge where you always go during spring when the trees blossom and the little leaves fall everywhere, the little padlocks with the couples name on them and that you wished you could do it once with the love of your life.

Mingi listened to everything, not interrupting you when you were talking for 10 minutes straight about one thing, and just how your camera clicks, you and mingis friendship also clicked. You guys started meeting up every week, even if his schedule was packed. He still came every Wednesday, every Wednesday, to order your favorite coffee, to listen to your co workers drama, to hear you talk about cameras, to see you smile, he even had you saved as 'my little photographer' on his phone.

And those coffee dates turned to going to restaurants, bars even kareokes you made him feel like he wasn't someone famous, you made him feel like he blends into the crowd, you made him feel like he was a normal person, he fell harder for you each day, he always waits for you to text him, he always waits for Wednesdays he's waiting for spring to arrive any sooner.

You also fell harder for him each day, the way he would smile, the way his body would loosen up when he saw you, the way he would excitedly wave to you like a little kid. You loved everything about this guy. You would admire the way his eyes would soften when you would talk about something. Your coworkers obviously knew that you were meeting with someone. They were all trying to figure out who it was. Multiple people you worked with saw you with someone every Wednesday. They would practically beg for you to tell them, but if you told them you were seeing the song mingi, they wouldn't even believe you.

You kept it hidden, very well surprisingly, you would laugh about it with mingi, you didnt know he was planning to do something in spring, I mean who would, he's a great actor, even if he didn't pursue it as a career. And then, spring hit, it was the middle of March, it was sunny, lively, you and mingi were walking, he said he knew a place somewhere and u agreed to go with him. It wasn't a Wednesday, which felt wierd, you guys always met up on a Wednesday.

You walked with him, admiring the blossom trees around you, as your professional camera hung around your neck slightly swaying. And then you saw it, the bridge you were telling him about, the blossom trees were beautiful and pink, the branches moved slightly when the wind picked up, you were admiring the padlocks, the water, the leaves, taking pictures of everything when mini finally cracked the silence.

"Hey y/n." He said, slightly nervous.

"Yes?" You answered, taking a picture of one of the blossom trees.

"I have to tell you something." He replied, his hand shook, not enough for you to notice.

"What is it?" You questioned, looking at him, your smile reaching your eyes.

"I like you," he said. "...for a long time now,"

Your smile falters, "...what" your voice bearly audible.

"I love you, y/n."

You feel your cheeks slightly reddened as you answer back. "I love you too." You pull him into a hug as you feel mingi taking something out of his pockets, a padlock.

"Do you want to put it on?" He asks, dangling it around his finger.

"Of course." You smile writing down 'y/n + mingi <3' and securing it on the bridge.

You took a picture of that, obviously, before placing the camera down, quickly running back to your position, and that's when mingi pulled you in and kissed you. Gently, like he's welcoming someone. Your camera catches that moment, and now you have framed inside your house, always admiring it every time you walk past it.