❝i'm dangerous.❞
❝well, hi dangerous. i'm violet.❞
a story where violet manson is hired as a model for the short fused jeon jungkook.
photographer au
sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: 30/06/19
ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ: 21/08/19
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"VIOLET, WHAT IS that thing on your head?" jungkook puzzled as he surveyed the girl walking through the black mass that suffocated the golden cream walls of the austere ballroom. "it's called a wig, jungkook." expired the girl, spinning on the front of her heals, causing the blush velvet and linen dress to momentarily dance in the air.
the waved platinum mane confined her powdered features. a soft rose blush underlying an illustrated, heart shaped beauty mark caressing the apples of her cheeks. the overall effect making her easily slip into the format of the prima-donna persona he had desired for this shoot. "i thought you would like it."
it was a foreign sight to jungkook, seeing her dolled up like that. wishing for the soft brunette frame to return and the anaemic makeup to be cleansed from her skin.
but jungkook had to remember that violet wasn't a toy. he had to remember that violet wasn't his toy. she was merely a blank canvas that needed to be drawn and dyed into a character for the means of infatuation.
he had to remember that violet and violet manson were two different people. one being a fictitious character and the other being a normal girl.
his job being to capture the celestial beauty of violet, not violet manson. even though his cultivated eye yearned to trap the mundane girl's aesthetic in a frame for just himself.
as much as he denied it.
"i like it." he lied.
she smiled, her velvet fingers brushing down against the soft material of her dress. transitioning into the character she had to be for jungkook.
as the short squeals of the man's camera filled up the almost desolate walls, violet's mind was left to wander. her mind having recently been constructed into a playground for the warnings lea and taehyung had offered her.
a constant clash of argument roaring in her mind as she stared deep into the eye of the ebony camera. one part weary of what jungkook was capable of doing to her if she trespassed to his bad side, like so many other girls had. the other believing that something shone beneath the layers of the poisonous beauty and the wild beast.
not wanting to flee from uncertainty like her more youthful self would, not when she was already seeing a difference in him.
her fingers pampered the blown-out chandelier, the dust from its recent idle years ornamenting her fingers. feeling as if, despite the raven mask of his camera hiding away his increasingly familiar features, their eyes were intertwined with contact.
