(One Shot) The photographer

Jungkook sits on the brown leather sofa, his body language casual, one arm on the back, his fingers gently gripping the soft Italian material. He is manspreading, the pale denim tight across his thighs, but the relaxedness of his body doesn't filter through to his face. That has a dark and sexy undertone to it. His eyes are burning right through my lens. We are in my studio alone, these shots do not need assistants and hair and make up, just a white background and decent lighting, all of which is to hand and can be set up by me. "How are you so good at flirting with the camera? Did you have training for photoshoots?" I ask him, rapidly clicking to get a set of him face on. "Who says it's the camera I am flirting with?" He says back to me, a tiny husk to his voice. "Oh, ok. Are you envisioning someone then? Who are you looking at like that?" I move to his left to get some of his side profile and jawline, his English speaking voice is really very good. I worried at first we would need a translator and that some of the flow would be disrupted. So far that's not an issue. "Like what?" He asks with a flirtatious undertone. "Like you want to rip there clothes off" I banter back, a little nervous he may get offended, embarrassed that this is what I am thinking but secretly really enjoying how he is behaving with me.

"I do want to rip their clothes off. They are very sexy" floats from his mouth, sending shivers down my spine. I move back to the front, looking through the camera at him, his position has changed and now he is leaning forward, taking off the denim jacket to reveal a white T shirt, short sleeved so that full arm of tatts is visible. I've always really liked a man with ink, and his is designed so well that I am momentarily distracted and snap shot after shot of that one arm. "You still haven't said who it is you are thinking about. Is it a secret girlfriend that Army don't know about?" I can't help myself. I have been a fan for about three years now, so when Calvin Klein asked me to shoot this spread for them I jumped at the chance. Of course JK is my bias, we are closest in age, me being ever so slightly older by just two months. He is more mature in person than I thought he would be, I suppose his playful nature made me think perhaps he was just a big kid that looked that manly, but no, so far, his demeanour has been all man! A very flirty, sexy man. I have to tell you, it's hard being alone with him, I keep picturing things I shouldn't. After all this is work. I should remain completely professional. 

"I don't have a secret girlfriend, or boyfriend for that matter, but there are things about me Army does not know, or chooses not to think about. I'm young, I love sex, I have plenty of it. Is it always missing something? Yes. Do I want to find that piece of the puzzle? Of course! I'm just not sure what it is I am searching for". He stands and pulls the T shirt up over his head, dropping it to the floor, standing in front of me now in just the jeans, bare chested and glistening in the studio lights. He re adjusts his fringe, moving it from his eyes, the mullet hair do is not my favourite on him, but he could pull off anything I feel. I focus on his belly button, the white strip of his underwear just visible below it but not a whisp of hair to be seen, no happy trail. "Ok so no secret girlfriend, but you are wanting to rip someone's clothes off. Is it your celebrity crush?" I have a feeling he might be actually flirting with me, but just in case, I keep on, hoping I can make him say it, or actually find out how he manages to fuck my camera with his lustful eyes.

"Not a celebrity no". He flexed his chest muscles and stands side on, lifting his arms above his head. That's a great shot, it shows his shape off so well. How he can be so thick and muscular in places but still have a tiny waist is beyond me, but it really aids in my desire for him. I flush, my whole face heats up, I get intimate flutters that have my knees weak. "You are so very far off base. Look around, it's just us here. I'm not imagining anyone. I am seeing her. She is five foot sixish, slim, dark hair tied up to keep it out of the way of her camera, I can't see her face right now, it's hidden, but her figure is making it hard not to get an erection, especially when that first meeting hours ago is burned in my memory. Those puffy cherry lips and blue eyes, like pools of deep water. Mind blowing. So, the reason why I look like I am flirting with your camera is because I am flirting with you!"