"Let me take a picture of you"
"Make sure you get my good side"
"All of you is your good side"
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friend /frend/
noun
1. a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations.
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The camera light flashed against Mark's skin. His shadow flickered against the wall behind him, his bright brown eyes turning towards the source of the white light.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Trying to get inspiration." Jinyoung responded, looking down at the camera's screen to view the picture he just took. "It's perfect."
"Honestly, it's only perfect because you took the image." Mark replied, gazing back out the window at whatever his eyes had originally been trained on.
"It's perfect because you're my model." Jinyoung replied, his eyes flickering up at Mark.
A small smile tugged at Mark's lips, a blush surely adorning his cheeks. "Is that something friends really say to each other?"
Friends.
That word stung. Just friends.
Jinyoung just pretends it doesn't hurt. He ignores the tightness in his chest every time Mark uttered the word between them. He forces a smile onto his face and acts complacent with the title.
Only friends. That's all they'll ever be.
"Of course friends can say that. I don't mean it any other way." Jinyoung lied. Lying hurt too. But he couldn't risk telling the truth. Or else he'd lose his muse. His vision. His living work of art that sat just across from him on his bed. And it hurts the most when you lose something you hold close.
So if friends is what they have to be, then friends it is.
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Sort of trying something out??? Like a different style? Idk what I'm doing yet lol My poor attempt of trying to be aesthetic.
