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It isn’t big. No dramatic falling on the knees or crying. The background music doesn’t shift to match his rapid heartbeat nor does time stop for him to catch his breath. Instead, it’s gentle. It’s hundreds of beautiful pictures of a single boy framed in different colors, almost always unaware of the camera capturing quick moments. It’s the cold evening air that bites just a little across Younghyun’s cheeks as he mindlessly scrolls through those pictures, quietly chuckling at the ones where Jaehyung is doing something stupid.
Said boy walks just a few steps ahead of him. Enamored by the flakes of snow that had just stared to fall, he was too distracted to realize that Younghyun was taking pictures of him again. The street lamps create an orange hue around him, the lights bounce off of his glasses. He’s beautiful.
That’s how it happens. With Younghyun staring at Jae while he giggles at the snow and tries to catch a flake on his tongue. A gentle voice in the back of his head says you’re in love with him.
Jae turns around sticking his tongue out at him, probably to show him a snowflake he managed to catch on it. It’s already melted but Younghyun doesn’t have the heart to tell him that, instead he manages to crack a grin and lift the camera up to his eyes and snap another picture.
Jae whines in disapproval. He doesn’t like Younghyun taking pictures of him, insecurity of being caught in cannon moments too present. It was one of the reasons Younghyun never showed him his camera, hidden under the guise of insecurity about people seeing his work. He knew if Jae found out that the real reason that Younghyun hid his photos from Jae (and everyone else) was because they were all pictures of him, he’d freak out.
(You’d think Younghyun would be smarter. Think he’d have figured out the reason why all of his inspiration came from the lights reflecting in Jae’s eyes and the small, barely there freckles that dusted his nose, only visible when standing only a few inches away from him.)
Jae’s whining now, making pouty faces at him, Younghyun only grins back. Realizes that he’s not surprised, of course it’s Jae. Jae who’s smile reminds Younghyun of the sun, who sings him sappy love songs when he’s down, who skips class and takes care of him when he’s sick, who brings him food during exam season because he knows Younghyun forgets to eat. It’s always been Jae.
It always will be Jae.