Photogenic
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  • Reads 2,781
  • Votes 118
  • Parts 11
  • Time 49m
Ongoing, First published Jun 09, 2018
Wonho X Reader

"Why did you take a picture of me? And without permission at that."

He smiled and removed the camera from his eye.

"To capture beauty through my lens."

Although his phrase sounded sweet it didn't prepare me for what's to come. 

A man with an "eye for beauty", I just didn't know that the beauty he captured was without clothes. 

A/N: For this story I'm just kinda going with the flow. I hope you guys like it.

(This story was inspired precisely because of the cover photo, thought the idea of a Wonho that loved photography was too cute to not write about)
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