Namjoon explains that he thinks you're gorgeous and would be good at modeling. He mentions that if he needs a female model for a brand, either with a male model or solo, he could get you a deal. However, he emphasizes that this would only happen if you work with him on a few projects and become comfortable. If not, there's no obligation. He then walks to the opposite side of the room and leans against the wall.
You're left feeling uneasy and unsure about the situation, given it's only your second day in Seoul. You find yourself standing in the middle of this large room with Namjoon leaning against the wall, gazing at you—probably wondering what you're thinking.
You finally blurt out, "May I be brutally honest?" while avoiding eye contact. He walks towards you, then stops by the table and leans on it. "I'd love to know what you're thinking," he says in a sharp, deep tone.
You explain that it seems strange to be alone with a stranger in a different country who wants to take your photos. You mention that he could be luring you in for some reason—like being a serial killer. You feel nervous and unsure about the situation, but also find it hard to believe that a handsome and successful guy like him would want to work with you. You stammer for the right words and feel regret for being too honest. "I should probably just go, I'm sorry," you say as you turn away. But then you turn back and attempt to say something, only to hear a deep, genuine laugh from Namjoon.
Namjoon's perspective
She's funny and has this wit to her. Plus, she's not like all the other girls I've worked with. As I'm laughing, she looks at me admiringly, and I wonder if she's trying to figure out what's going on in my mind. "Thank you for being honest. Not many people share their thoughts. Take your time to think about it and contact me if you want to do a trial run," I say, handing her my business card with artwork behind the words.
Y/N says, "I want to. Everything in me says I should be more cautious, but it's something that I have wanted to do for years, so I'm going to say I'll give it a try." I ask her how long she'll be in Seoul, and she replies that she's here for two weeks. She also asks if I'm an artist, to which I respond that I dabble in art and do many things.
She nods and reaches her hand out for me to shake. "It was nice meeting you, Namjoon," Y/N says in Korean as we shake hands and bow to each other. I tug her closer before she can pull her hand away. She looks at me with a puzzled expression, and I whisper, "I'd love to see what your body would look like posed for art, in one of the photos, but in a different concept."
When she looks at me, her eyes are wide, her mouth slightly agape, and I smirk. Her cheeks start to flush, and she puts my number in her phone and sends me a text that says "Let me know when." I'm shocked, and she giggles and says, "I'll see you next time, Namjoon," in a slow, quiet voice. She heads out the way we came in.
Y/N's perspective
Being that close to Namjoon, him holding your hand, and whispering in your ear that he wants to see your body just ignites something in you. Walking out and looking at the photos on the way, you put in the address of your room when you reach the elevator and realize you're ten miles away in a different neighborhood. You walk back to Namjoon, who's standing in the same spot with a curious look on his face. "May I have a ride back to Mono?" you ask.
Namjoon gives you a ride. When you stop outside Mono, you thank him and can't help but look him over one last time before you leave. You notice he is indeed a good-looking man, and it would be exciting to do a photo shoot like the one on the wall with him. You shake the thoughts away, blush, and leave Namjoon in his fancy car to start walking down the street to a Korean market. You find one five blocks from where you are, and it's not too far out of the way to your room. You go shopping and grab a bite to eat before making your way back to the Room. You're exhausted and head to bed.
You wake up early, change into comfortable hiking clothes, and head to Namsan Tower for the incredible view. The city looks small from up here, with buildings stretching for miles. You spend hours admiring the view and reflecting on the night before with Namjoon. Seoul is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so you take chances and explore museums. Later, you sit down at a fancy café in Itaewon to plan a trip to the countryside and maybe climb one of the mountains. As you look up from your phone, you see a guy ordering with another man at the counter. He's wearing a mask, but you think he looks familiar.
"Hey, I think I know her," a guy says in Korean. When you look up, the two men from before are looking at you. You realize it's the guy you talked to at the café yesterday, so you wave in a flirty way, then look back down at your phone.
To: Y/N,
From: Namjoon
Good afternoon Y/N, Do you have time for our first session tonight or do you have plans?
You look out the window and see the beautiful midday sunshine in Itaewon.
"Excuse me, but I believe we met yesterday, didn't we?" A male voice catches your attention, and as you raise your head, you notice him sitting in the chair opposite you. It's the same guy you bumped into at the café yesterday. Though he's still wearing his mask, you can tell by his eyes that he's quite attractive even without it. He's gazing at you, attempting to determine if you caught what he just said.
"Oh, it's you," he says as he reaches for a handshake. "My name is Jimin."
You place your hand in his, noticing that his hands are quite small, about the same size as yours. He squeezes your hand a little tighter than usual during the handshake. "I...I'm Y/N," you stutter, partly due to admiring his beauty. Summoning all your courage, you add, "I think you look handsome even with that mask on." Jimin looks at you curiously, about to speak when you continue, "Is that weird for me to say?"
As he giggles, you find him quite charming and your jaw drops. But you quickly compose yourself and sit upright with a serious expression. "No, it's not weird," he reassures you with his thick Korean accent.
"I apologize if I made a mistake. I'm fluent in Korean, but not perfect," you admit, looking down at your lap before glancing out the window. Suddenly, your phone vibrates on the table, indicating a new text message. You glance at your phone and then back up at Jimin.
"No, your Korean is very good. I think you are gorgeous," he says while fiddling with something under the table.
"Thank you," you feel yourself blushing from his compliment, sensing the heat in your cheeks and neck. He gives what appears to be a genuine smile and rises from the table.
"It was nice meeting you. I hope to see you again sometime," he says, bowing.
"It was great seeing you too. Maybe we'll cross paths again," you flirt back, causing him to laugh before he walks away.
You reach for your phone to send a message to Namjoon.
Y/N
My schedule is open tonight, do you have any plans in mind? you reply
Namjoon
How about I pick you up at nine? I have a surprise planned, it's something really simple. Can you let me know where I can pick you up?
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"Artist"
FanfictionY/N a struggling model from Los Angels California, takes a vacation To South Korea, what will happen when she runs into a handsome artist who wants her to be his muse, and his friend who liked her since the day he met her. how will her story end!! (...
