Him

Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favourite

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Jungkook POV

Easy like a Sunday morning.

Pancakes and strawberries...warm summer breeze... noisy traffic...golden sun rays...mellow music.

Breakfast was a quiet affair. Tae has never been a morning person and so I have always felt the need to let him wake up at his own pace and get his groove on. You do not want to deal with a snappy Tae. I also did not want to spend the whole day holed up in the house when there was so much of the outside to explore. Being a Sunday, I thought after breakfast and groceries, a trip around the city would be a great way to familiarize myself with where I would be spending the next phase of my life.

In a way, I wanted to know what is where so that I could easily navigate my way around. After all, we wouldn't want to get lost on our first day to work because we did not know which direction to take now would we?

"Tae? Are coming along?" I shouted from the guest bathroom across the kitchen with a mouth full of toothpaste. He had finally gotten over his morning moodiness and was now back to being the happy go lucky guy that I knew.

"Yes!!!" he shouted in response.

"But you didn't even ask where to," I said after spitting out the paste raising an eyebrow.

"Where you go I go baby," he responded, wiggled his eyebrows, shimmied and headed to his room.

"Be ready in an hour!" I called after him. He ducked his head through the door pinched his index finger and thumb in an okay sign. I rinsed out my mouth and dried my hands on the hand towel before I headed off to my own room to freshen up.

It had taken me a while to sleep the night before, so I spent some time scouting maps to see what was good to see in Seoul. Being a photographer, I wanted places that would allow me to get my creative on. In my wandering on the internet, I had seen that there was an amazing park in the neighbourhood which I had wanted to visit and take some pictures that afternoon. My fingers were itching to click away at the camera.

The fountain there would be mesmerising against the sunset and the pictures taken by locals and uploaded told a story of how it gorgeously transformed into something out of a fairy tale in the night time. I wondered what the sky would look like at dusk with golden clouds sprawled across it and I couldn't resist wanting to visit. All I needed was a muse and Tae would perfect.

Tae was as handsome as they came - perfectly sculpted by the gods. Sometimes, I looked at him and felt like God had played favourites. He wasn't a model but he should have been. The lush wavy full black hair he groomed was a sign of his rude health. His slightly pointed nose complemented his cheekbones. His best feature was his entrancing golden brown eyes.

Almond-shaped, they could shine as bright as the evening sun when they lit up with joy. Other times, they would resemble two liquid pools of flashing fire. Ostentatious in character, the room was always filled with his canorous baritone voice.

His long, slender masculine legs perfectly complimented by his broad shoulders and slender neck made him look like a tall glass of Château Latour Bordeaux Pauillac wine. He was always quick to crack a joke or retort humorously. His elegant and trendy sense of style perfectly blended with his personality and gave him an edge that couldn't be replicated.

As if God wasn't done, he took time to chisel his face perfectly positioning his nose to compliment his boxy smile and almond-shaped eyes and for the final touch, he gave him alabaster skin.

He could make rugs look good.

Photogenic didn't even cover it. He didn't need much effort to look good in pictures; all he had to do was just sit there. I sometimes second guessed my photography skills because photographing him didn't need much skill.

An hour later and a few outfit changes later, we made our way to the park. Being summer, the afternoon heat was a little unbearable and just for a little while I missed the ocean breeze in Busan. We passed by a convenience store on the way to the park to stock up on water and other fluids. Finding a perfect little spot under the trees as soon as we got there, we set down our picnic blanket.

There were families were sprawled across the park and I couldn't resist taking pictures - they provided the perfect backdrop for my pictures. I was in my element and excited like a little child about ice cream on a hot summer afternoon such as this.

"Do you think we should ask Jin and Namjoon to join us?" Tae asked pulling out his phone dialling.

"I don't even know why you asked?" I shook my head laughing and turned back to take a picture of a bird before it flew away.

"I was just informing you," he said sticking his tongue out like the child he was.

His phone call volume was high enough because I heard Jin's voice connect and his laughter flittered through as the carried on with the conversation.

"... Okay... get here soon... Oh and bring some snacks. Someone planned a picnic without thinking it through," he said, hung up and looked in my direction in mock anger. I focused the camera on him and in a flash the anger turned into his signature boxy smile. I laughed. He was so easy to manipulate especially with a camera.

I left Tae to his own devices and wandered through the park to find random things to photograph. I took mental notes of places I would love the gang to come take pictures at and made my way back to Tae. I imagined the many times and many opportunities I would have to take amazing pictures in the city. I couldn't particularly wait to take pictures of the night scape. There were a lot of high vantage points of the city that would be useful in capturing the beautiful Seoul skyline. I was impressed, eager and excited.

I remembered Tae asking me to put some of my work online some time back after he saw a blown up picture that I had taken of the Busan skyline at dusk hanging on my bedroom wall back at home.

"You know," he had begun as he skimmed through pictures on my computer. "If you ever need extra cash... I mean, not like you need it but well... if you ever need to make extra money, you could post these online. These are absolutely gorgeous!"

"Maybe I should put them online for people to see," I muttered to myself as I clicked away. It would nice to hear people's opinions and of my pictures. It would also it would help me improve my skills and learn a few things from those photography forums I had seen online. While I had never really taken a course in photography, lately I had been thinking that it wouldn't be so bad to take some advanced classes and better my craft.

I was so lost in my own little bubble when the most gorgeous voice - if that is even a word to describe a voice - pulled me out of my cloud. It was fruity, velvety and seemed to enclose me in a cloud of fluff sending pleasurable tingles through to my nerve endings and down my spine.

That voice. It could end wars.

"Hobi hyung! Yoongi hyung!" It squealed. It had to be the gentlest voice I had ever heard. Even filled with excitement, it was ever so gentle; akin to the music of a music box that flittered through the air and caressed my senses like a lullaby. It reminded of the calming sound of springs through the forest when I went hiking back in Busan. Soft yet confident. Excited yet gentle.

I found myself turning around in search for it. I was under the spell of the voice and I couldn't explain it but I found myself involuntarily following the commands of my feet. My mind wasn't processing fast enough what was happening to my body as my paced quickened in the direction of the voice.

The sound of laughter that filled that air broke me out of my trance and suddenly I got my senses back. There was joy all around as what I can only call a great reunion happened and I stood there in awe. Despite being soft spoken - I could tell that the owner of the voice still commanded attention when he talked. There they were, the three of them in a group hug.

The shortest of the group threw his head back and laughed, leaning into the other two as he welcomed them. He jumped up and down as he went in to hug the second tallest boy.

"It's great to see you again! Welcome back gramps!" he said in between chuckles.

That chuckle. It washed over me like a torrent.

The way he threw himself backwards laughing made him look carefree, happy and whole. He had to be one of those people who expressed how they felt with their entire being. I stood still. Mesmerized even. The more he talked, the more I wanted to get closer bask in his voice. How could I capture a voice in a photograph?

I lifted my camera. Aimed. Focused. Zoomed.

Click.

Stop.

I took a deep breath and lowered the camera.

I was met with the most beautiful side profile ever created. He had turned to his side to face the second tallest guy of the group. Yoongi - I think that is what he had called him earlier. Even the camera couldn't capture such perfection!

This is the second person I had met in my life after Tae who left me mesmerized by their beauty. His kind of beauty on the softer side. He was beautiful yet handsome.

Feminine yet masculine.

His perfectly sculpted jawline suited his plump full pink lips. His eye seemed to disappear as he smiled so wide beautifully decorated by laugh lines. It felt like I was staring at a beautifully sculpted porcelain doll. His forehead was divine. The fair complexion with a hint of pink made me want to see more.

Can I look at you? Would you let me?

He wore that silver grey hair well. He was the first person I had met in my life who I felt could pull off that hair colour. It was perfectly parted to the side with a little bit coming onto his face.

I wanted more.

"Please turn around," I wished as I stood there waiting with bated breath for him to turn and face me.

I hoped.

My phone rang.

"Yah!!!" Tae's annoyingly loud voice boomed through the phone. I had to pull away from the phone to avoid the damage that was sure to come to my eardrums. "Did you get lost or something?" he asked.

I fumbled through a response as my thought process was scattered and I tried my best to get it back on track.

"Get your ass over here right now!" he commanded and promptly hung up.

So lost in my own world, I hadn't realized how long I was gone.

***

Jimin POV

Gorgeous silhouette... Perfectly formed shoulders... Masculine back... Firm hands...

I watched mesmerized as his long skilled fingers worked the camera. The bend in his neck, tilt of the camera and patience before he clicked away spelt passion. The butterfly perched on the flower he so focused on to capture its beauty swayed with the summer wind as its wings danced gracefully displaying the myriad of colours; as if it knew how gorgeous it was.

I wondered to myself what it would be like to see the world through his eyes. I have always envied photographers - they had a way of making you see the world differently. While I wasn't a bad one myself, I always felt that skilled photographers had the gift of stirring emotions in people and making them wonder about things. Almost in the same way I did with my designs.

The white extra-large translucent shirt he wore draped beautifully over his toned physique perfectly framing his broad shoulders, toned back and insanely slender waist. Is that what they called a snatched waist? He could easily rival any female out there.

By just looking at him I got the sense he went for comfort in clothes without compromising his sense of fashion. The blue almost baggy jeans he paired with the shirt made his look wonderfully delicious.

I observed as he scrolled through the photos that he had just captured on his camera and nodded at those he liked. He occasionally mumbled to himself, brushed over his nose with his thumb - something I assumed was habit - momentarily stopping, raising his camera, zooming and then following with shutter sounds. Photography never looked so effortless.

He watched in wonder as the butterfly lifted off the flower and flew away, carried by the wind. The sun shone upon his flawless skin and make it look like he was bathed in diamonds.

I wish I could inch closer.

Not being able to see his face up close frustrated me to no end as I wanted to be able to read his expressions and probably interpret his photos by just looking at him. I wanted to be in his mind.

What would it be like to see the world through his eyes?

He leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair throwing his head back. I think I saw a halo.

Closer. I thought as I found my body flowing towards him.

"Jimin!" I heard Hoseok's sunshine voice call out to me and my heart stuttered for a second as my brain refocused. I was startled for a second.

I turned around to see him and Yoongi walk towards me with bright smiles. They were a sight for sore eyes. I called them out and as they rushed to me I pulled them into a group hug. I had waited for this for such a long time and I was happy to be reunited with them again.

"You grew up well!" Yoongi marvelled as he stepped back to take a good look at me. I twirled to add drama to it and bowed to thank him.

So cheesy. I cringed. I threw my head back laughing at his compliment remembering my university days. Cute chubby cheeks I had. I was what you would call a late bloomer. Up until university, I had a baby face, cute chubby rounded cheeks and what I can only call as baby fat. The changes in my body and maturing of my face happened towards the end of my final years and over the years as I entered the working world.

The memory warmed my heart and drew a laugh out of me as I leaned into Yoongi and laughter wracked my body.

"I am so glad to have you back! I feel like my life has been on hold when you were away," I said dramatically. "My life can now begin", I chuckled hugging Yoongi again. He was just as glad. Yoongi was never super expressive but underneath that hard exterior was a loveable man full of mush and emotions and surprisingly he was a clown too.

In that moment my thoughts were drawn back to the gorgeous specimen of a man I had seen earlier and I turned around to look. Disappointment filled me as I saw his retreating back. Even his walk was graceful.

I sighed internally and turned back to my group of friends as I resolved to have a blast with them. I moved to the bench that had the picnic basket that I had packed for the afternoon and fell in step with my friends as we scouted the park for an ideal spot for our picnic.

It was a Sunday afternoon and the park was littered with families unwinding after a long week. There was a group of kids of ages between two and five in swim suits playing in the water that shot up from underground fountains to our right - just what was needed for a hot summer afternoon. Right ahead was a group of teenagers playing with a Frisbee and not far away from them was a couple enjoying a game of badminton. It was such a good day to be out.

We found a good spot under a willow tree and I went ahead to spread the picnic blanket pulling snack after from the basket. From sandwiches, crackers, cheese, grapes to cider. We would be spending a considerable amount of our afternoon here and I had made sure we had enough snacks.

"Wow Jimin!" Hobi exclaimed, "That is quite a spread! Please marry me?" he joked.

"Play your cards right and I just might," I responded cheekily as I settled onto the blanket and the two broke into fits of laughter.

The afternoon flew by and towards the end, Yoongi gave us big news. He had found a fellow musical genius like him called Namjoon and they were going into business together. They had been introduced to each other through a mutual friend and several meetings resulted in the decision to partner in business. It was the main reason he had made the decision to come back home.

Hoseok's dance school had taken off and he had become the most sought after dance instructor both locally and internationally. I was proud to see everyone comfortable in their element and excelling.

"So Jimin! Managing Director in marketing and design huh?! I am proud of you. We raised you so well!" Hoseok beamed as he pulled at my cheeks and ruffled my hair like I was a child. A furious blush rose from my neck to the tips of my ears as I shamelessly basked in the compliments that flew out of their mouths. I loved to be praised and it was especially comforting and meant a lot when it came from my friends and family. What is life even without a little appreciation?

A few hours later, we slowly packed away empty food boxes and tucked them away into the picnic blanket.

"Let's do this often. Get together, yeah?" Yoongi said.

We both looked at him surprised. He was never one to suggest this. We often had to drag him along and pull him into plans and even though he grumbled through it saying he preferred sleep, he had fun all the same. We both looked at him like he had grown a third head and he shrugged it off like it was nothing. Breaking into a laugh we agreed as we huddled together and quietly watched the sun set on another blissful day in Seoul