"Mommy!" Five-year-old Namjoon stops in his tracks by a digital store, his tiny stubby fingers pulling on his mother's neatly weaved sweatshirt's sleeve.
"Hm? What is it sweetheart?" She looks down at the little boy not any taller than her hips with a gentle and curious smile.
His small arm slowly points to a certain object behind the glass, his eyes glinting in desparation to have the specimen in his hands.
"I want to have that."
Namjoon's mother was surprised and an amused smile spread across her thin lips. She kneels down to match her son's undeniably cute height and ruffles his black hair that gleams brown when reflected with light.
"What are you gonna use that camera for?" She queries as her gentle eyes met his that was full of determination.
A smile appeared on his lips. "I want to take pictures of everything that I deem beautiful, like you, Mommy." He asserts proudly while his little fingers grabbed strands of her hair to play with.
She chuckled proudly before slipping one of her arms under his legs while the other supported Namjoon's small frame as she carried him.
"Soon, I'll buy you a camera just like that, okay sweetheart?" She soothingly said while she traced her fingers on Namjoon's soft bouncy cheeks, earning a smile from the child.
"Let's get going, shall we? Appa should be waiting for us by now."
His fingers traced upon the cold black metal ring that lay around the camera's lense, a gush of nostalgia making his chest feel heavier than usual.
A sigh was heard from his full lips right after returning the camera back to its original place above the shelves.
After a while, he stood up from his sitting postition and walked into the walk-in closet, changing into an outdoor outfit.
After fixing his thin cardigan properly, he gave out a puff and muttered, "Let's head to the park."
He left his house, but not before taking down his camera with him.
Warm air welcomed him as he closed his gate. Hm, its been a while since I've been to the outside world.
When he arrived, he made a slow 360-degree turn as his eyes looked around the surroundings, holding his camera in preparation to take a picture of something that might catch his eye.
But he abruptly stopped when something caught his attention. Wait, not something.
Someone.
Without any thoughts of his action, he slowly raised his camera to his face, snapping a quick picture of the woman by the fountain.
He looked at the photo he took, and decided to take more. (Joonie, are you a stalker?)
Just as he finished taking multiple shots of the girl, he started to scroll around the pictures. His eyes widened when he saw that in one of the snaps, the girl looked at the camera, her face clearly displaying surprise.
Uh-oh.
"Yah!" He looked up to where the high-pitched voice came from and saw the girl earlier with her hands on her hips. He let out a guilty smile.
She raised a brow cockily at Namjoon.
"Why were you taking pictures of me? Are you some guy who takes pictures of girls, kidnap them and sell them in an auction? 'Cause no, I ain't selling myself for some kind of shit only horny rich men will enjoy."
