Jungkook's P.O.V.
Cameras flash and we switch to our next pose, trying to get over the smell of mildew and hard water. We are all cramming together in the small, antique elevator for our photoshoot of Dope. The only good thing about doing pictures is the individual shoots. My best friend of 13 years moved from America to pursue her dream as a photographer, while I pursued mine as a singer. Luckily the company I debuted for needed photographers for our band and she was assigned to be my personal photographer.
Y/n is seriously the most gorgeous girl I know—inside and out. She has h/l, h/c hair, just the way I like it. Her eyes sparkle, even when she's sad, and she always speaks with passion that can lighten anyone's mood better than Hoseok—and that's saying something. She has a great sense of style and her photos always come out perfect and professional. When I first met her in primary school, she was just as beautiful as she is now. She just came up to me and asked if I wanted to be her partner for a group project. That weekend was spent working together and talking about things we had in common and we've been together ever since, and I wouldn't have it any other way... well—actually it would be kinda nice if I had the guts to tell her how I really feel.
"Alright, individual shots! You each have a different style for your shoot. Jungkook-ah, you have sexy/cunning. Taehyung has cute. Jimin has confident. Namjoon, you've got excited/childish. Hoseok, you are funny/silly. Yoongi is judgemental. And Jin, you are caring. Let's go everyone!" And just like that, y/n herded me off to the small hallway where we filmed the intro. I really don't like the idea of doing sexy poses in front of y/n, though. All the dancing and practicing and pictures has already brought my brain to a tired enough stage
"Okay Kookie, I know you're tired, so we'll just do a couple really good poses so we can go home and just watch anime, yeah?" Oh my god, I seriously love this girl.
"Honestly, y/n, you are a life saver. I feel like I'm about to drop dead from overexertion."
"Wow, maknae! I didn't know you had such a big boy vocabulary," she jokes. I throw her an amused half-smile.
"Hey, I'm your oppa! You should respect me, not mock my intelligence," I reply with fake criticism.
"Aigoo, but you're not as mature as me! Besides, I practically adopted you," she counters while holding out a small bottle to me. "Here, drink this. It's a five hour energy drink. They're not really good for you, but I use them sometimes when I really need it. Give it about ten minutes and it should start working."
"Thanks, y/n. I seriously love you," I tell her. Hopefully that sounded more friendly than lovesick. She tells me to sit down while I wait for the drink to kick in after I consume the bottle's contents. As expected, a ten minute break has me fired up and ready to go for longer than I'll probably need. "Okay, let's do this!" Y/n giggles at my excitement before having me stand to do my poses.
"Let's start with something simple and alluring. Maybe just lean up against the wall, hold your police stick (idek wtf they're called), and just stare at the camera. You're the celebrity, you know what you're doing," she concludes. I do as she tells me, staring at the camera like I'm going to punish the A.R.M.Y.s, even sticking my tongue out, biting my lip, then smirking and winking at the camera. She lowers the camera to review the pictures, then shows me like she always does, just to make sure I like them too before moving on to the next thing. "Okay. I'm not gonna tell you how to do your job, because it's a little weird for me to tell you what sexy poses you're doing. So if you wanna just think of something the A.R.M.Y.s will like, go ahead and do that and we can review them later."
"Sounds good to me," I reply. I probably shouldn't be thinking this, but I wish she sounded at least somewhat flustered when she explained that so I could pretend she liked me that way. Maybe she's just trying to keep her feelings in? Well, there's only one way to find out.
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