"Why do you did that?"
He look me in the eyes, smiling, making my heart beat even faster. "Because I want to." He say in a low tone, winking before pointing the camera at me. "Now smile."
- 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫...
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☾𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛☽
It takes him three weeks to change my life.
Only three weeks.
Today we have a photo shoot together but I don't want to go. I just want to erase him from my head, to move to Europe and start a new life.
"Jimin are you done? It's almost five."
"Yes, just a moment."
I look myself in the mirror, my hair is messy and I have eye bags.
I already hate this day.
I get out from bathroom, passing my mom.
"Finally. I was thinking you died."
I fake laugh and she follow me to the front door. "Very funny mom."
"I am going to ask Taehyung at the end of the day if you did something wrong. Just to know you will not get you phone a week."
Just because I said that? What a witch.
"Okay."
Who, did she think cares about what she said?
I close the door not waiting for her to answer. I don't care about what she have to said. I stayed up all night thinking what it's wrong with me. What I did wrong.
And I didn't get any answer.
Like all the time I press the button waiting for him to respond. I didn't have to wait a lot because he open the door almost after I press it. He open the door, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt, four buttons being open. His chest being showed.
"Hello Jimin"
"Hi Taehyung."
"Come in and take a seat. I will come in some minutes."
What is he doing?
I sit on his sofa, looking in the way he just goes. Thinking at what is it now, what new idea do he have.
I don't like to do photo shoots with him, not because I don't like to be a model. I just don't like him as my photographer.
Lest time when I comes here to do a photoshoot he kissed me without my permission. And I lie if I say I didn't liked it.
He is so mysterious sometimes, it makes me to want to know him more. To know what is in his head, what is in his head, how he live.
His footsteps can be heard on the thick wood of the spiral staircases, I just listen to his steps until I can see his feet's, and more of him.
He have a camera in one hand and in the other hand holding a hanger on which is a pink-yellowish dress, with some flowers embroidered in green, yellow and purple.
"What are you doing with it?" I ask point in at at the mini dress that he hold.
"It's for our photoshoot." He answers, placing the camera on the coffee table, still holding the dress in his hand.
"A dress?" I raise an eyebrow and he smiles, moving his gaze from the dress to me.
"Yes" He giggle moving the dress more closer to me. "A dress"
I take a deep breath and look at the short dress made of thin material.
"Do you like it?"
I move my gaze to him nodding slow, don't knowing what to say. It's a dress. Why should I like it?
"Put it on."
I choke on air, starting to cough. "What?"
He smile looking me in the eyes, repeating what he just said. "Put it on."
"I don't do that. I am not wearing a dress Taehyung, i am a man."
"You are a boy. Now put it on, you have nothing to lose."
I sigh taking the dress from his hand. "Why?"
"Because that's the theme of this photoshoot."
I roll my eyes and he take the dress from my hands violently. "What I said about rolling your eyes to me?" He asks, holding my chin between his long fingers.
I didn't answer, I just look for his new move. What is he going to do if I didn't wear the stupid dress? And what about rolling my eyes? I can do whatever I want.
"I ask you one m..."
"I don't know."
"I said to stop doing it. This little behavior of yours is so tenting." He lick his lips and move his gaze to my eyes. "Now. Do you wear the dress you I need to dress you?"
I hate you so much!
"Okay. I would dress you." He take the dress from the hanger opening the zipper. "It would have been more easier if you collaborated."
He sigh, putting the dress on the sofa, next to me.
"Now stay still."
I open my eyes wide and he grabs the base of my t-shirt, pulling it up. I feel my cheeks warming up more as he pulls my t-shirt up. "Hands up." I raise my hands, letting him to pull my shirt off my body.
He let the t-shirt down, moving his hands to my button of my jeans, opening it.
God. What am I doing?
He pulls my zipper down, smirking. "Up." I do as he said, waiting for him to take my jeans of. He take them down looking at me.
"Now let me put the dress on you."
He let a kiss on my cheek, taking the dress and putting it on me, moving at my back to close the zipper.
He moves one of his cold fingers down to my spine line, reaching the base and catching the zipper, pulling it up. All these actions giving me chills all over my body.
