💜 Chapter 5: Model

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Y/N's POV

I finally have the day off to relax. I quickly get out of bed and change into black tights and a grey jumper along with a light pink puffy jacket. Photography was just a hobby I picked up from my dad. He loved taking photos of every moment, then printing them out into a huge photobook for us to look through in the future. I still have that photobook. Somewhere.

After getting my camera out, I head outside and jog towards a nearby park. It was pretty popular, so I am hoping to find some people who are willing to model in some of my photos. With the beautiful scenery in the background, the photos are bound to be amazing. Surprisingly enough, no one is there. The park is empty. Of course. It just had to be today. The one day I find time to enjoy myself, I can't. Luck just is not on my side.

Sighing in defeat I plop myself onto a nearby bench and look through old photos I had on my camera. One of Marie standing underneath a tree with falling leaves, one of the neighbour's pet cat playing with a ball, one of a flower in a lake. I skimmed through a few more photos, deleting some bad ones, before I hear a voice from beside me.

"You should keep that one, it is pretty," a man says from beside me, "s-sorry, I did not mean to look at your camera, you are really talented though."

"O-oh thank you," I reply, smiling, "I actually came here today because it was my day off work and my exams have finished. I have been looking for someone who would like to model in my photos..."

"Would you like me to? I have some free time and it would be pretty sad if your day went to waste," the kind man replies, smiling at me again.

"Really?" I ask excitedly, "thank you!"

"Haha sure, I am Namjoon by the way," he says, putting his hand out.

"Y/N," I reply, shaking his hand, "how about we start on this bench?"

"Okay, how would you like me to pose?" Namjoon asks, standing up.

"Hmmm...try standing up and putting your foot on the bench and tying your shoelaces?" I instruct.

"Like this?" He asks, getting into the position I told him to.

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