PHOTOGRAPH || SEBAEK

PHOTOGRAPH

DAY 1

The fine, light rain that falls from a clear sky at sunset or in the early hours at night; evening serenity, it is that surrounding of calmness that Sehun needs, an acknowledgment, a boost of his spirit, a sign that he needs to go outside and capture whatever he feels looks alluring enough to be enclosed in the grids of his photography for the world to admire.

He takes a step outside the dusty apartment, hands on the bare concrete wall. Cold, that's what he could translate from the surface. He takes out his camera, and starts walking.

The ground is muddy from all the rain, his feet fiddling in the puddles, it's almost reaching sunset, but not yet dark.

He takes a glance to his left, a couple feeding a flock of pigeons, the guy's arms wrapping tightly around the girl's waist, resting his head on her shoulder while she pinches off small breadcrumbs for the birds.

He keeps on walking.

He glances up, the sky paints a cotton candy pink, a fading purple complimenting it. He smirks, eyes tracing the depths of the clouds.

Sehun looks down again, he did find the sky magnificent, but not enough for him to capture it, there's something missing, he's not quite sure what, but there is not enough beauty in anything he sees these days.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, it is true, because no matter how wonderful the sky looks, he could not portray of what he feels, because he could not sense of what he feels.

So he takes another step towards the centre of the Yulgora Park with hope that there is something. Even the smallest of things, anything, he's in desperate need.

It is undeniable that paying off his bills only of his photography blog is a hard thing to do. It seems easy, you snap, you post, then you get the money. He thought it was that easy, too, but as time passes by, he realizes that nothing in life is easy, that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

Another step forward, he steps on the grass, leaves crumbling underneath his feet, his gaze stops under a tree, on a bench, towards a guy.

Of course, Sehun has no idea who the guy is, but his features are captivating. It's not because he's good looking, which he is, but it's the subtle way he flips his book, his glasses perfectly placed, and the way he smirks at every page he flips. He's attracted to it.

Sehun's hand grabs the camera hanging from his shoulders, placing it carefully in his palms. He adjusts the lens, and clicks.

This is the beauty he's been searching for. The right mixture of fascinating and mysterious. It is what he's been looking.

He decides to go back the next day.

DAY 8

It has been a week since Sehun captured the young man in his camera. He even sees a pattern from it carved into his daily routine. Wake up, have breakfast, update his blog, have lunch, continue his work, take his camera and go to the park. The guy would still be there, in his classy coat, still reading, and is still fascinating as always.

By this duration, his photograph sells are increasing, drastically. Buyers are pulling in, for newspapers and articles, even covers of books, it made Sehun feel spirited to continue again.

One thing for sure is, he is getting curious on who this mystery man is. Sure, it is kind of creepy to take pictures of a man without his consent, but to his defends, the guy doesn't know.

Is that a defends?

Whatever it is, one day, he will expose his work to him, with hopes that he will not get a scolding or any fines to pay.