My Muse

4

Jinyoung was sat at his desk, trying to figure out what his next photography blog post should be. He'd been stuck for weeks now, and the site editor he worked for was down his throat for a new post. There was absolutely nothing interesting going on in his life though. Besides Mark, of course.

Part of Jinyoung's problem was that he was a terrible procrastinator. Meaning that as soon as Mark crept into his head, he could forget about working for the next few hours. This time was no different.

He leapt up from his computer to go retrieve his camera, remembering the early morning photos he took of Mark just after he woke up.

His favorite part of photography was examining the work afterwards, sifting through the hundreds of images and ending up with only a dozen or so favorites just to restart the process on the next subject. The thing was though, Mark was different. Every photo he's taken of Mark (except for the few unrecognizably blurry or corrupted images) was saved in a folder on his desktop simply named "my muse".

Whether it was a candid off gaurd, or a classic 'say cheese', or even the random image of a leg or an arm, Jinyoung had kept it in that folder that he religiously looked over and added to at least once a week. Sure, it sounds a bit weird, but everyone has their weird niche, and saving every single photo of Mark was his.

It was the only way Jinyoung could have Mark to himself anyway, stored away on his password locked laptop where only he could access it. It at least gave him a little bit of closure, and reminiscing in the many warm and fuzzy moments they shared briefly took Jinyoung's mind off off how miserable he was without Mark around.

His eyes glazed over each image that popped up on the screen, admiring every bit of Mark he could capture, from the moistness of his lips to the detail of the hair on his arms. This was why Jinyoung fell in love with photography. The memories and emotions one good image can bring up moved him, and he could only find appreciation in the art of capturing the essence of a moment. Just looking at the images he took of Mark that morning made him feel all warm and cozy, like he was back in the bed next to Mark with their bodies hidden under the covers.

Jinyoung's imagination also contributed to his procrastination, the memories often leading him to day dream about impossible scenarios, answering the dozens of 'what if?' questions that popped into his head. What if he had scooted just a bit closer? What if he draped his arm around Mark's waist and pressed his chest to the elder's back? What if his lips brushed over the back of Mark's neck, the softest mumble of 'I love you' repeated over and over again into his skin?

Jinyoung jolted when a loud ringing noise interrupted his imaginary cuddling session with Mark. It was the man he was daydreaming about himself who rudely distracted him, though Jinyoung didn't mind. Not when it was Mark calling his cell phone. Anyone else might get an annoyed response or even ignored, but Mark always got the best of Jinyoung, because how could he show the person he was head over heels for the worst of himself?

"Hello?" Jinyoung responded, his tone bright and chirpy.

"Hi!" Mark replied. He was just too cute, even through the phone. "Um are you busy? Can I ask something?"

"No not at all busy." Jinyoung said as he glanced at the angry email from his boss on his laptop screen. He closed out the tab, figuring that he could put work off a little bit longer if Mark needed something. "Sure, what's up?"

"Can I crash at your place again? It's way easier to get to work than traveling from where I live." Mark stated.

He must be calling from his job now. Probably left Jinyoung's place early that morning to ready himself to go to work. Jinyoung admired such a hard working guy, Mark always was diligent when it came to his job. Though he was only a store manager, it was good enough pay for him.

He might as well live in Jinyoung's place at this point though. Mark stayed over quite often, and Jinyoung didn't really know why, probably the convenience of being near the store he worked at, but he wasn't complaining about it at all.

Of course, suggesting Mark to live at his place would be a weird offer to throw out of the blue. Despite how much Jinyoung would love waking up to Mark's face daily, Mark would never accept. They were just friends, after all.

"Sure. Come over when your shift is done, I'll have some dinner ready for you." Jinyoung stated, already looking up Mark's favorie recipe to cook him for dinner.

"Thanks man, you're the best!" Mark then ended the call, probably heading back to work.

And Jinyoung was alone again. Though he was giddy, because he'll see Mark yet again later that night. That feeling of joy always made his heart leap with glee and excitement, and though it was quite unneccessary, he used the burst of energy he got to prepare for Mark's arrival.

Funny how whipped he was for this man that doesn't even know it.

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This image at the bottom was made just for fun, he didn't literally take a picture of his laptop screen lol