"do you always hide behind your camera, or is it just around me?"
"i don't hide. i just don't waste my time on people who think they're better than everyone else."
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-wherein seo yeseul accidentally snaps a picture of lee hee...
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THE NEXT day, Yeseul arrived at the studio early, her tote bag in place of her usual camera bag slung over her shoulder since Heeseung would be bringing over his camera. She had spent the night thinking about the project, trying to come up with a concept that would showcase their skills without compromising her principles.
When Heeseung walked in, he could see already see her busy on her laptop, probably searching for inspiration. He watched her for a moment, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I was starting to think that you wouldn't show up."
Yeseul glanced up, meeting his gaze with a defiant look. "Just because I'm stuck here with you doesn't mean I'm not going to give it my all."
He nodded, "Great, we're finally on the same page, huh?"
They spent the next few hours brainstorming ideas, bouncing concepts off to each other. At first, the tension was palpable, each of them reluctant to give an inch. But as they started to find common ground, the atmosphere began to shift. She found herself caught up in the creative process, her frustration giving way to a grudging respect for his talent.
They sought after a list of potential concepts and had the outfits ready beforehand for various concepts.
After much debate, they finally settled on a concept: a series of intimate, timeless elegance, clicks that would capture grace and poise. It's classic yet temporary.
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The room is dimly lit, with only a few spotlights on, casting a soft glow over the studio. Equipment is scattered about- cameras on tripods, light reflectors, and a makeup station tucked in a corner. It's quiet save for the occasional shutter click from a photographer finishing up in the adjacent qualities. The makeup station in the studio is one of the few perks in their university.
Yeseul stands in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting the straps of her off-shoulder dress. The dress is a deep emerald green, hugging her curves, flowing down to her ankles, with a slit on the side that hints at her legs when she moves. Her hair is loosely curled, framing her face. The style is elegant yet understated, making her feel both exposed and beautiful.
Heeseung approaches the makeup station with a small tray of makeup. "Sit down," he says, his voice steady but with a hint of reluctance. Yeseul nods and sits on the chair, her posture stiff.
As he leans over to apply the makeup, Yeseul is acutely aware of his proximity. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, the faint scent of his cologne- something woody, with a hint of citrus. It's unsettling. She doesn't dare look up, afraid of meeting his gaze in the mirror.
