Good Boy || J. Hoseok

Good-Looking

This should have been the part where she internally squealed loud enough for the whole building. This should have been the part where her posterior comfortably met the cushion of her chair. This should have been the part where she took the latter for a well-deserved happy spin.

Instead, she cried bloody murder.

All because her posterior had met the ground.

In a loud thud.

Her chair rolling away from her.

All because of Kim Namjoon.

Truth be told, they had now been texting for a good month. She should have gotten used to his daily selfies, also known as reminders that her wardrobe was lacking in every sense of the term. However, there was only so much she could do when this freelance writer should have very well changed his career path to photography with the aesthetic shots he sent her. His composition was so astounding that he made her want to buy white shirts. Plain white and twice her size shirts that she already owned, for that matter.

Only for her to dream of borrowing his.

No words could describe the worry on Hoseok's face as he passed by her table. Her lips drawn back into a besotted smile, even though she was still very much sprawled on the floor, "Namjoon sent you another selfie, didn't he?"

"Yes," she giggled dreamily before clearing her throat. "No."

"You just said yes," Hoseok blinked back at her.

"It was a no," she corrected him as he pursed his lips. "I do have a question, though."

"Shoot," he nodded as he leaned on her desk.

"How does one take a full-body shot selfie?"

To say that her question was dead serious would have been an understatement. After all, the determination in her gaze was unfaltering. So much so that Hoseok couldn't help but chuckle as he knelt in front of her, "I believe that, that is no longer a selfie."

"Then, who would be taking the pictures?"

There was something disconcerting about the thought of someone taking the time to take such a picture of Namjoon. Though simple, it was sure to capture him at his best as he walked through the streets of Kyoto. To the point that she almost had to fight the urge to text him to hurry back to his hotel room and actually get to writing his article on the damned place. Only for her mood to take an even deeper plunge as she realized that whoever was behind the lens would surely follow him.

"That's an old picture."

Lost in her thoughts, she had almost forgotten about Hoseok. Hence, her blinking as she looked back at him, "An old picture?"

"Yes," Hoseok nodded before resting his chin on his hands. "A picture taken in the past and seen now."

"Are future pictures also a thing in your dictionary?" She deadpanned as he lightly chuckled back at her. "Why would he send me an old picture?"

"Because you wouldn't like the face he's donning this week," he hummed before ruffling her hair.

"Does he have an article due?" Hoseok slightly nodded and she couldn't help but chuckle. "We all know that last minute rush. He should embrace this side of him."

"That's why I sent him that picture of you drooling yourself to sleep on your desk, last week."

"Yes, ye-," she started just as realization hit her. "You did what?"

"Back to work, Mimi!"

She'd get back to work.

She truly would.

After trying to dig her grave through carpeted floor.

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