Chapter Text
prologue
The first time Seokjin went to the studio, he was stressed. Like every time he was going to pose for someone different. He had been doing this for years, having posed for dozens of artists, sculptors, painters, drawers, photographers, even musicians sometimes, but it was still a relationship of trust that had to be established between the model and the artist, a certain alchemy that determines whether or not one is comfortable posing and daring, or simply never coming back. It was still a question of getting naked – literally – in front of a stranger, and letting oneself be observed.
As for the glance of the others, on him, his body or his being in general, Seokjin had passed the course; he assumed himself fully, and the problem was not the fact of posing without clothes. It was the embarrassment that scared him, because even though he was comfortable with himself, there were still times when there wasn’t… the thing.
It sounded selective, but it was. In order to continue to feel good about himself, he had a policy of never forcing himself.
Then arrived in front of the door of a Haussmanian style of the apartment of the photographer in question, with whom he had discussed a little before coming, he felt a wave of excitement crossing all his body. It was not the moment to turn around and run away, and anyway, he did not want to.
It was his friend Taehyung who had asked him for help, and he didn’t want to run into his friend again, empty-handed, after having failed him. He had told him that it was a friend of his – Taehyung was literally what you would call a social butterfly, always making friends left and right, and this time it happened to be a friend of his from his photography class. Taehyung being a multidisciplinary artist, it didn’t surprise him that he was into photography, let alone that he had friends there, but when he had explained to him that Namjoon – that was the name of his friend – needed a model urgently to finish his portfolio to enter the university he was aiming at, he had been surprised. Taehyung had even added to convince him that he was very talented, and that he had a real artist’s eye.
A remark which, to be honest, he did not understand.
So he took a deep breath, as if going through this door, like dozens of others he had gone through before, would mark a turning point in his life. Of course not, it wasn’t going to be any more special than any other, it was just a door.
I think I’m in a movie or something?
With that thought, he entered the building.