imagine: seungmin asks to take you out to get some photos and surprises himself with the outcome
"y/n," seungmin's voice was quiet and sounded just as angelic as it did every morning and night, his smile instantly brightening your day.
"seungmin," you called back, arms reaching out to hold his shoulders as you lay against the mattress comfortably, "lay here with me," you smiled, tugging him down to lie against you.
he pulled away at your sudden grip, chuckling at how eager you were to cuddle him and feel his gentle touch. "y/n, can we go out?"
he'd already began pouting, trying not to smile at your hands combing through his fluffy hair - you knew you couldn't say no and, if you did, you'd apologise instantly.
"where to?" you hummed, waiting to hear the plans he'd most likely already made.
"wherever," he grinned happily, "i wanted to get some photos."
"photos? of what?"
"you."
his brave responded certainly brought a smile to your face, you found yourself grinning stupidly at him, turning away shyly and hiding your face in your hands.
"what?" he laughed, attempting to pull your hands away so desperately. "you don't want me to? are you too shy?"
you weren't at all shy when he was taking photos of you - it was just that he asked you so forwardly, it wasn't as if he was going to do it secretly like he'd always done. his intentions were to only have photos of you in his memory card.
"so? can we?" he pleaded.
"okay," you nodded, your hands still lightly combing through his hair, "let's go."
...
"y/n!" he called, his camera in his hand with the strap around his neck, "stand here!"
he began to jump up and down excitedly, his hand waving for you to follow him to where he stood.
"why here?" you smiled, hoping he'd reply sweetly.
"both views are pretty," he smiled, referring to you and the background you were in.
you'd spent some time taking photos, simply walking around town and enjoying yourself. sometimes he'd just take photos when you didn't notice, and sometimes he'd pull you aside and tell you stand somewhere.
you expected the photos to be nice, he was a good photographer. but you didn't expect to fall in love with the photos he'd taken.
he clicked through them, his eyes widening with every photo he stared at. "you're so pretty," he grinned, struggling to hide the wide smile on his face.
he was so in love with them. he couldn't stop staring. he'd never been so proud of photos he'd taken before, you were just pleased he liked them so much.
"can i frame them?" he took your hand, shaking it lightly. "please?"
you nodded in agreement, shying away as he kissed your forehead happily.
