It wasn't a secret that Jaebeom loves photography. He even held an exhibition before. He never had a specific muse. Whatever that caught his eyes, he would capture it. People, nature, buildings, animals, whatever. But he always loves his film camera more than his phone to capture them. You knew he tried to take a picture of you with his film camera. But you always refused. You were worried that he might posted it, when he was drunk, or just when he felt to do so. And his film camera didn't help him to achieve his purpose either.
You always had the sharpest ears. Even the sound of water drops didn't escape your ears. Thus you sometimes had difficulty sleeping just because of the sound of the clock ticking. The shutter button on his film camera made faint click sound that you managed to hear it every time he tried to take your picture. And you threatened to rip the film out of its place, burning it under the sunlight before the result could see the light of day every time you found out he's been sneaking to take your picture. He had given up taking your picture with his film camera. But he didn't tell you that he tried to do it so with his phone camera. Which he made sure was on silent and the shutter didn't make any sound before capturing you. You didn't realize how many pictures he had managed to take of you until he revealed it himself.
"Noona, can I borrow your phone?" he approached you when you were baking tomorrow's order in the kitchen.
"What's wrong with your phone?" you didn't bother to turn around and kept stirring the meat in the wok.
"Nothing. I just wanted to check something so I need another phone to do so," he explained, hands still hanging in the air for you to hand him the phone.
You glanced over your shoulder to see him waiting, "I don't have it with me. Maybe it's in my room, somewhere," you grinned and he sighed, knowing well how many times you had lost track of your phone because you forgot where you put it down before doing something else. You heard him shuffling in your room in search for your phone before everything went quiet. Assuming he has found your phone, you continued plating the dishes in the aluminium tray before shoving it into the oven. You were just grating another portion of cheese when he showed up in the kitchen once again, signaling you to wash your hands before telling you to sit around the kitchen island.
"Do you know how to use IG?" he asked and you nodded. Though you didn't have one, you often saw him uploading posts and stories, so you got the idea roughly. He handed you your phone and opened the apps. "I made you one and put it on private setting," he continued before you got the chance to protest. "You only follow two accounts and only have two followers and they're both me," again, no surprise there as you knew he had two accounts, one for the public and one was his private one.
"And the reason for all this trouble?" you raised an eyebrow since he never brought up the issue up until now. Did Jackson finally get under his skin? Jackson has been complaining about Ellie not updating hers so whenever he had to fly back to China, he got no way to find out what she was doing until he threatened her to update hers daily. Did he try to copy Jackson?
"Nothing. I just want you to see what I'm up to since I'm going on tour starting tomorrow. You don't forget about it, do you?"
"Yeah, I remember. And I'm not dropping you at the airport, it's too early," you warned him.
"I know. That's why, the accounts. Oh, and I haven't accepted your request on my private one. I'll accept it once I'm about to board the plane," there was this twinkle in his eyes and you knew he had something up his sleeve.
"What are you up to now, Lim Jaebeom?" he laughed at your attempts at being serious by calling his full name.
"Just wait and see. Let me know your reaction after you find out about it," he grinned. "Oh, don't log out since you don't know the username and password. And it's useless to tell you since you'll forget them easily." Now it was your turn to grin as he knew you too well.
The next day after all your routines in the morning passed and you finally could sit in your cafe, waiting for customers, you decided to whip out your phone and found out what he has been hiding from you. You noticed that he had accepted your request to follow his personal IG. You checked his public one first, but there was nothing aside from his last post about the tour schedule and his last story was when he was about to take off, with the scenery of sunrise, taken from his window. You checked his personal accounts and your jaw dropped. There were the pictures he's been taking of you in secrets. You scrolled to find the bottom of it. You couldn't believe that it went back way before you were in relationship officially. Way before he went to military.
After scrolling for awhile, you found out that the first picture was some still cut from the MV. It was captured from the back, with him looking down at you. Your face was covered by his shoulder but you could see how he looked at you. Your hand was reaching up to get a book and he got it for you while his other hand rested on your waist. You raked your brain trying to remember when it was taken, but you failed. Looking at the picture, even the blind could see how he felt toward you. Next one was his palm. You said yes to his confession by writing it in Hangul with your finger, but he wrote it on his palm with some kind of pen and the caption said it's a yes. Fast forward to after military, he's been sneaking taking pictures of you quite often. When you were working at the cafe, when you slumped on the couch in the studio, the boxed lunch that you sent him, your first campfire when you finally agreed to go camping with him and Jihoon, his notes full of lyrics scribbled inspired by you. You couldn't believe there were more.
Meanwhile, Jaebeom has been restless in his seat. He glanced at his watch, you were supposed to see the account by now. But his phone was as good as dead. Nothing came from you. Surely you didn't think that he couldn't surf the internet, did you? You should know there was this thing called wifi in the air. He huffed, slipping back his phone in his pocket, drinking the rest of the drink in his hand before going back to his book. But his mind kept going back to you, thinking of your reaction. Would you freak out? Would you be okay with it? He was on the verge of regretting it all, thinking perhaps he should take those pictures down when a message came from you. He couldn't hid his smile when you sent him a crying face emoticon.
[JB: Do you like it?]
[E: A lot. But I'd confiscate your phone next time you're around. You sneaky..]
[JB: Well, if you do that, I'd post it in my other account]
[E: Don't you dare...]
[JB: Relax noona.. I won't. Okay. I'll post one more, but don't freak out, okay..]
[E: Lim Jaebeom... I warn you...]
The next thing you saw was a notification on your screen, indicating he has just posted something. You opened the apps to find your picture, sitting on the bed, facing the window in your room. It was taken from behind, in the darkness of your room. Only the outline of your body and face shown in the picture, but you could guess when he took the picture. The first time he spent the night when you were sick. But then you saw on which account he posted that.
[E: LIM JAEBEOM! Did you seriously post it in your public account?]
[JB: What? No.. Ooh... Wait..]
[JB: Oh nooo... ]
[E: Yeah]
[JB: I'll fix it]
In a minute, there was another ding. He deleted the other post and posted it in his private account. Now you could only hope the fingers of ahgase wouldn't be that fast to capture it before it was gone.
