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·°Wooseok°· - Passion.

The steamy hot cup of coffee became cold and stale. The sky was gloomy with no sign of the sun appearing.

Wooseok was sitting by himself at his favorite café.

He wasn't waiting for anyone. He was by himself. An odd thing for him as he usually surrounded by friends. But all of them left. They were close by but living their own lives.

Wooseok was stuck.

He was lost in his worries. Which is strange. He barely worries about anything.

He doesn't worry if he doesn't have enough money to pay rent, he doesn't worry if suddenly his apartment was robbed, he doesn't worry if he were to get hit by a bus.

The only thing he worries about is his photos.

Why?

Photography is his passion. His life. The way he can capture any moment in just one click excites him. They way he can capture a moment and turn the picture into something a normal human eye cannot make.

Photography was a way to capture memories and create art and creativity in his life. But his passion might be killed because of sudden worrying.

He recently felt an emotion that he's never felt before in the last 20 years of his life.

A wall.

It felt like a wall.

It felt like a wall was blocking ideas flowing into his brain. And stopping him from moving forward with the rest of the world

He was lost.

He didn't know what to take pictures of.

There's so many things to capture in this world, but he just couldn't capture them.

He couldn't just take a picture of anything. He couldn't just take a picture of snail and that's it. He had to have meaning in his pictures. There was no point in continuing his career if his photos were able to deliver a message. A meaningful message to anyone who sees his work.

But what should he capture that'll have meaning in it?

His mind was wrapt with these aching thoughts.

Every day and every night for the past 3 months he felt this way. He was pretty sure he was going insane. Insane from the worry and the possible end of his career.

But at that moment, at exactly 11:30 a.m. on a Saturday, the weather gloomy, Wooseok sitting on his regular seat and drinking the basic cappuccino he always order, his world turn around.

He found his passion again.

He ran out of his seat and out the door like a mad man.

A gust of wind smacked his face as he ran. He apologized many times to the people he ran into.
He found himself going down stairs and running inside the train station.

He saw his passion go inside a train and he immediately ran after.

The door closed and the station fade away. Wooseok caught his breath. He looked around and his eyes lit up. NHe started walking.

The train was pretty empty, since it was a Saturday, so no one was in a rush in going to work.

But Wooseok was going to start working right now.

He stopped and looked down.

He grinned.

"Excuse me."

Eyes looked up at him. Eyes that belonged to the very person that sparked his passion for photography again.

"This may sound weird but can I take a picture of you?"

The bright iridescent eyes stared back at him. Showing confusion but slowly turned into pure amusement towards Wooseok.

"Mmm. . . I guess why not."

Wooseok's nervousness turned into pure joy. He smiled back at the amused eyes and lips.

He was ecstatic. He found a random stranger.

A stranger that'll mean a lot to him.

And the stranger that will still stick with him forever to always be his passion.

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Sorry it's super short and vague! But I sort of like the short mysterious style of writing. But definitely I'll write more long and detailed imagines!