No girls allowed 4

82. Sunrise

"It's here," Jaemin stopped the car in front of a huge exhibition centre, they got out then walked to a vip enacted where Jaemin showed two tickets. A woman came to them telling she will be their private guide. She gave them brochures with photos and explanations so Renjun was keeping close to Jaemin barely listening to what their guide had to say leading them along photos of things, animals, people, buildings, landscapes, cities, yes rather uninteresting, not like the way Jaemin was holding his left palm in the back-pocket of his very tight jeans that were exposing the way his hips were curved... stop pease! Renjun took a long breath.

"The flaying wardrobe, is a piece of art captured in south India during one of Mr. Tain's world journeys. I'll show..."

Renjun stopped noticing a photo of some underwear and a scarf blown up by the wind on a sunny day when it was hanging on a line above a narrow crowded street.

He stayed there for longer while Jaemin followed the guide down the room when he used the moment to stare at him secretly. He was like frozen in just admiring Jaemin till he woke up to see the two discussing another photo, Jaemin leaning towards it narrowing his eye a little. Renjun tried to ignore how his heartbeat sped up when he ran down to them stopping a little too close to Jaemin, so he moved two steps back.

"Oh Mr. Tain," Jaemin bowed seeing an older man in a white suit. "Come Renjun I'll show you my favorite photo," Jaemin took Renjun's hand pulling him through the room causing one million fireworks to go off inside him, what a silly feeling it was.

They stopped next to a big photo of a landscape captured out of the morning fog, an early sun ray was shyly looking through the leaves, the sight so beautiful Renjun dropped his jaw stunned. It seemed like an ordinary view, but there was something magical in it, the sunrise, the loneliness of the fog, the way the light was playing with the dawn.

"I see you like my photo," said a male voice so Renjun turned to see Mr. Tain right next to him, he became all shy.

Jaemin smiled before shaking the photographer's hand.

"It's a miraculous work Mr. Tain," he said in his charming way.

"Thank you," the man focused his attention on Renjun. "Do you know the story behind this photo?" he asked so both shook their heads. "'Awakening' was taken on a very memorable day. I had that phase in my life a few yeas ago, my beloved wife died and I decided to quit photography. I packed my cameras, stored them up in the attic, I was done with it all, drowning in my loneliness and grief. I wasn't a good companion for anyone, definitely not for my daughter who had needed me more than ever, but I was just sinking in my pain ready to quit everything, quit life like she had said. It continued for two years till this one morning, I woke up early to see this view from my terrace. I just couldn't not run for the camera to capture it and when I did I realized my love might be gone, but there is so much more I can do, I can give my artworks to people, encourage them to continue with my story, live for my love for photography, be happy that I'm alive and I'm here and I can do the best I can with the rest of the time I heave left. I love photographing so much, it gives me true inner joy. This photo is the story of my new found hope, it shows it all, right?" the man smiled when Renjun felt his throat scratching.

He nodded then muttered a quick apology leaving the room as it suddenly became to hard for him to breath in there. He ran out sprinting down the exhibition hall till he reached a corridor somewhere in the back, it was quieter here so he stopped feeling all strength laving him so suddenly when he touched his belly wincing in pain.

"Renjun! Renjun!" Jaemin was out of breath when he caught him. "Shh I'm here," he pulled him in his arms when Renjun clung into him sobbing loudly.

How will he stand living without Daddy Tae, he had already lost his parents and grandma was dying, and Jae was so so sad, and he will miss everything, talking with Daddy Tae, his funny jokes his cuddles and kisses, his goodnight stories, their board games and plays, them building model ships, planes, railways, his father washing Dalli whenever she got dirt for his Junie, Taeyong calling him baby.