Tears streamed down the photographer's face. ❝You make me feel alive. No one has ever made me feel that way before.❞
"Tae, I can't. I'm sorry." Jimin said exasperatedly, running a hand through his hair.
"Don't tell me you're sorry, tell me you lov...
Jimin had just finished modeling for the GS (A/N: Giuseppe Romano is a mouthful ugh) shoot, Jimin was just walking back to his dressing room when the photographer approached him.
"Hey, cutie." Jimin blushed at the nickname and looked down to avoid Tae's heated stare.
Tae moved closer to Jimin so that he was standing right in front of the model. The older gently lifted 2 fingers underneath Jimin's chin and delicately lifted the model's head so he was forced to look at him. Jimin felt the sensual fingers of desire grip his stomach tighter. His heartbeat was roaring in his ears and electricity coursed through his blood. Once Jimin was looking at the photographer, Tae lifted his fingers away and gazed into Jimin's eyes. The younger met Tae's piercing gaze fiercely, sending sparks of electricity to fly between them. It was the photographer who broke their stare. Tae started to uncharacteristically fidget. Rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, he looked down and bit his lip. Jimin was stupefied at his duality. Tae spoke. "So... I was wondering if I could get your number?" The older finally raised his eyes to meet Jimin's.
"Sure!" the younger said enthusiastically.
The older let out an audible sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I was hoping you'd say that. I was so worried you'd say no..." he rambled on, and scratched his neck.
"Hey, it's ok," Jimin soothed, putting a finger to Tae's lips; an action that both startled and surprised the both of them. "I was wondering when you'd ask," Jimin chuckled. Tae visibly relaxed at the younger's words, and the model gently cupped the older's strong jaw, stroking it gently. Tae leaned into the touch, his sweeping eyelashes brushing against his under-eyes, creating long shadows. Jimin secretly reveled in the tiny power he had over the older and bit his lip. The photographer slowly opened his eyes again, and locked eyes with jimin. "So... your number?" murmured lowly, prompting Jimin.
"Y-yeah, right," Jimin stuttered, Tae's husky voice was doing inexplicable things to him, starting with his erratic heartbeat-- a sound so loud it seemed to have a life of its own. "Can I have your phone?" he asked, breathlessly.
Tae pulled his phone from his back pocket and gracefully extended it to Jimin. "Here."
Jimin took it wordlessly, knowing that if he spoke his words would certaintly be breathier than before. He quickly typed his number into Tae's phone and took a picture for his contact.
A/N: It looks something like this ↓
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"Thanks." Tae received the phone from Jimin. Before leaving, he stepped back and said, "I'll text you," and winked, sending Jimin's pulse into a frenzy.
