*Binnie's POV*
"Where are we going?" I asked as I pushed myself forward to be next to him.
"You'll just have to wait and find out, Binnie."
Hearing him call me Binnie sent shivers down my spine.
The only people to ever call me that were my mom and brother.
My mom still calls me that, but nobody else has since 5th grade.
We continued in silence as he led me closer to the edge of town.
He suddenly turned and pulled me toward a small house.
"Wait out here," he said as he unlocked the door, leaving it open when he ran in.
His house strongly smelled of vanilla, which made me feel very warm.
Eunwoo reappeared with a small, grey backpack.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing at the bag.
He smiled and lifted the bag up, opening it and taking out two cameras, "My camera bag. I could just carry my camera, but since I bring my polaroid camera everywhere as well, it's nice to have to put my film in."
He put the cameras back in and zipped the bag, slinging it over his shoulder.
"So you're into photography then?" I rocked on my feet as he locked the door.
He nodded. "Everybody has a thing they're good at. And mine happens to be photography. I believe a picture says more than words. Anyways," he turned away from the house and looked at me, "What's your thing?"
I looked down. "Well, I've never tried getting into anything. I always break the things I touch. I attempted drawing once, but I kept snapping the pencil or smudging everything."
He waited a moment before he spoke. "Maybe try something where you don't have to come in contact with anything. What about singing? Ever thought about that?"
I shook my head, "I'm no good at it. Trust me."
He gave me a skeptical look. "What ever you say. But let's go, I wanna take some photos with the morning dew."
I followed close behind him as he headed towards the woods across the street.
"You don't mind going, right? I don't want you to think I'm some creep trying to lure you into my cabin deep in the woods. I just really think it's pretty out here. There's also this little pond I love taking pictures of. And now I finally have someone to take pictures of." He started walking next tk me instead of in front, and walked at a slower pace.
I stopped walking and looked at him. "Wait, you're planning on taking pictures of me?"
He gave me a confused look. "Yea, I didn't think you'd mind. I mean, I don't need to it was mainly just a suggestion. There's plenty of trees I could get shots of."
Why in the world did he have to suggest this? I'd have no problem, but so many things today are reminding me of-
Aish!! I can't even stand thinking his name.
A hand touched my shoulder and I opened my eyes, not even realizing I had shut them.
Eunwoo spoke in a comforting voice, "Moonbin, are you okay? If you're not feeling well or don't want to go we can just hang at my place. Or I could take you home if you want." He sounded genuinely concerned and that somehow made me feel better. At least he was considerate of what I wanted.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you though. Just the taking photos thing reminded me of my brother. He was into photography and always insisted on taking photos of me." I weakly smiled at him and grabbed his hand from my shoulder, pulling him towards the woods.
"Did he- uh, did he pass? Oh, I'm sorry about bringing this up, I'll be quite now." He slightly mumbled the last bit.
"Hey," I turned to look at him and gave him a smile. "It's okay. He did, but it's nearly been 7 years. I still get emotional over it. I just can't seem to surpass a feeling of guilt whenever I think of him." I turned forward again and kept walking.
"Oh." He didn't say anything after that and it became quiet. Slightly uncomfortable, but bearable.
All of a sudden, a thought from this morning popped into my head. "Hey Eunwoo?"
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Do you like BTS?" I remember somebody passing me this morning while humming Butterfly, and I thought it was him, but now I couldn't remember.
"Oh, uh, n-no."
I could've sworn it was him this morning. "Really? Cause I thought you passed me this morning while humming Butterfly. I wasn't sure though."
"Oh, yea. That was me." He said.
"But I thought you just said you didn't li-"
He cut me off. "I do, I just don't tell people. I'm a hidden Army."
I turned to him and smiled. "Really? I love BTS but I've never had any friends who liked them. I mean I never had any friends, but that's irrelevant."
"Yeah, I guess we can fanboy together now." He smiled back. "But hey, we're here." He pulled me off of the trail and around a big clump of trees which revealed an open little area with a small pond.
Eunwoo was right, this place was super pretty.
"So, whatta you think?" He asked as he took his hoodie off, laying it over a flat rock and sitting down.
"I think you were right, it's super pretty." I followed as he did, laying my jacket down and sitting next to him.
He smiled and looked over the pond. "I've been in this town for a few weeks, and I've only been to the house, the cafe, school, and here. Most of the time you'll find me here, though."
He pulled out his polaroid camera and pressed a button, which pushed out the camera and made a tiny beep. He messed with a dial around the lense before turning to me. "Could I at least take one? This is all I'll ask for." He gave me a pleading smile.
I sighed and nodded. "What do you need me to do?"
He quietly squealed and pointed the camera at me. "Just look towards the pond- Uh huh, just like that." A bright flash came from the camera, almost causing me to blink.
He brought the camera down to his lap and waited for the little picture to come out.
After a couple minutes of him smiling and shaking the picture, he stopped and looked at it. His smile, if possible, got even wider. "Gosh, has anybody ever told you that you look absolutely perfect?"
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wow, two chapters in a day? that's new for me. anyways. enjoy.
