'Song Min Ho' loves taking pictures...

He loves the light and color that appear in photographs, loves the atmosphere that can be preserved on glossy paper. A small disc, love a camera, a helper in recording memories, allowing you to travel across time from the past to the present, love beautiful pictures. Even though it is recorded on a computer, it is a record of the time when you saw something beautiful with your own eyes.

But what he loves most...

Probably not missing the 'smile' of the person in front of the camera lens.

Especially the smile of a young man with a straight face. White and clear skin, those small eyes are concealed by round spectacles, but when you smile wide, your cheekbones lift until your eyes are close together, almost covering your thin lips, still radiating a smile when the gentle breeze hits your body until Feeling cool and refreshed, his slim and tall body was covered in a light-colored shirt that contrasted with a dark tie, and pitch-black pants made his long legs even smaller. The man was even more beautiful than the swaying grass flowers. The gentle breeze is more beautiful than the flowing water when it hits the evening sun until it is reflected in a shimmering gold color. It is more beautiful than a large flock of flying birds preparing to return to their nest to rest. And more beautiful than the setting sun, it makes one feel warm and sensitive.

The skinny man looked so good-looking that he quickly picked up his camera and captured that smile to preserve...

But the sound of the shutter must have been too loud, causing the person to quickly turn towards the source of the sound. His expression changed almost instantly to curiosity when he met his eyes as he moved the camera down.

"Uh...I'm sorry I had to take a picture of you."

A deep voice apologized before his head automatically bowed. But when Minho looked up, he was surprised to see a white face smiling at him.

Suddenly, my heart began to beat faster and more frequently. His sharp features became hot and numb as the figure approached him, only a ruler's distance away.

"Can I see the picture, please?"

His right hand reached out in front of Minho's face. His small eyes still sparkled under the round metal frames of his glasses, and his thin lips still smiled even closer like this. This man looked even better, to the point that Minho was completely clumsy and couldn't do anything right.

Seriously...the man in front of me looks like the hero of a Japanese manga that I like to read regularly.

Looks warm but hides a fierce heat inside.

Looks calm and deep, but secretly sexy.

Looks sweet and nurturing, but is also worth grabbing until you want to crush it and swallow it.

What is Song Minho thinking?

"Ah ... yes."

Nervousness made his hands tremble. The camera was placed in another person's hand so awkwardly that it almost slipped out of his hand and was damaged. The short-faced man let out a small laugh before picking up the camera and scrolling to look at the pictures inside, smiling slightly. It widened before turning for the cameraman to see.

"This picture is beautiful."

"Yes... beautiful."

“I like it. The lights, colors, and atmosphere all come together. You take really nice photos.”

"Not that much. I'll have to go edit the picture again."

"Are you a professional photographer?"

"Ah... No, I like taking pictures as a hobby. Actually, I'm still a student."

"Eh? Is it true? You're so talented."

“Not at all.” A hand came up and scratched the back of his neck to relieve his embarrassment. Minho was a person who was only good at what he was interested in. For example, taking photos of Minho takes a long time to practice before being able to create beautiful images. He is also a member of the university's photography club. "Really? What's your name?"

"Ah... I forgot to introduce myself. My name is 'Lee Seung Hoon'. I'm a university professor."

"Teacher?"

"Yes ... that university over there."

His index finger pointed towards a white building in the distance but could clearly see it because it was on the slope of a high mountain. Minho followed the finger and was slightly startled. What?

"That's the university I study at. Why have we never met?"

"Ah...maybe it's because I've only been teaching for three days." This time, it was the older man who was a bit embarrassed. Seunghoon raised both hands to cover his smooth cheeks that were starting to turn red. It's a cute verb that invites Minho to want to pick up the camera and take a photo. But when I think back, It would be too rude. "I teach in the Arts Department."

“Ah...that's a pity. I study in the Fine Arts Department.” Minho's disappointed expression was evident on his face. In his heart, he wanted to see Professor Seunghoon every day, but the two faculties were far away from each other on opposite sides of the university. “Can I treat you to coffee as an apology for secretly taking a picture of the professor just now?”

"Eh? It's better not..." The figure's two hands waved swaying. negative That cute action made the interlocutor's heart beat again. But it made you wonder until your dark eyebrows moved together to form a knot in the middle of your wide forehead. "Well...I'm older and I'm a teacher. It's better for me to babysit you than in exchange for that picture of myself.”

The laptop computer was turned on after being folded for a long time. The light on the thin LED screen flickered like a sparkle in Minho's eyes. The USB cable connected data to his favorite camera. and computer photography all gradually Data is gradually transferred until it appears on a wide screen. The resolution of the photograph is so great that the colors of the image can be seen more clearly.

A young man's jagged lips formed a shy smile when another young man's image appeared on the high-resolution screen, making his smile even more beautiful. Plus, his small eyes closed to catch the air under his glasses. Feeling refreshed and bright as well.

The clear plastic Americano cup was still on the side, even though it was empty of dark liquid or ice cubes. That Minho is ready to preserve that once the person he 'loved' from the first sight bought him a treat.

In exchange for just one photo...

The user IDs of the famous chat application were exchanged while drinking coffee at a small cafe not far from where he met the young professor with a smile as bright as the dawn of a new day. The more they talked closely, the more Minho got to know this young teacher. Seunghoon was a man with broad shoulders but a slender figure like the hero of a Japanese cartoon. Hot espresso and soda were his favorite drinks. He didn't like them. Watch dramas but like short-sighted variety shows because I like to read books and play on the computer for long periods of time and all kinds of stories that Minho brings up to talk about in order to get to know this person more.

His hand grabbed his cell phone and his thumb moved to open the chat application. Teacher Seunghoon's profile picture was still bright enough to make his face glow with heat.

The picture of those red lips wrapped together, so tempting to grab and wrestle with, those little eyes. Under the frame of those glasses, the good teacher looked even cuter. Her white face was transformed to look attractive, her jet black hair was left with bangs covering her forehead instead of being styled open as seen in the evening, making her look even more youthful.

You probably can't deny anything that Minho is. ...I really like Teacher Seung Hoon.

The phone screen was changed to a chat room page, both thumbs moved back and forth to type a message.

'I'm editing a picture. I'll send it to you in a moment.'

The boy's heart still skipped a beat even though he put his cell phone next to the computer. Try to concentrate all your attention even though your brain is processing thoughts of people you just met. Hurry and edit the picture to make it as beautiful as possible. As a gift to his 'love at first sight'

The more the picture was decorated, the more the tall man's beauty shone.

After about half an hour, the edited photo was sent to the owner of the beautiful smile. Minho's heart nearly exploded after receiving a reply.

'Thank you very much. Apart from taking beautiful photos, you also decorated beautifully. I really like it.'

Ah...I like it too.

I mean I like the teacher.

Day by day, the relationship between teacher and student became stronger and stronger. Minho couldn't assume that what the good teacher was doing was love or not, or if he only saw him as an ordinary student but cowardice. And the fear was greater than opening his mouth to ask what Seunghoon was really thinking inside.

Minho was afraid that if he asked something like that, Seunghoon would disappear from his life.

Nowadays, I can only keep my feelings and questions hidden even though many times they are too great to hide. I try to force my mouth so that I don't accidentally say those words, even though it's so difficult.

And today is another day when Minho stops by to visit Seunghoon at the group to invite him to take pictures like he does every day. But no matter where he walked or looked, there was no shadow of the tall teacher, making him wonder if that talented teacher was on sick leave or was busy working outside the office today?

"Uh... I'm sorry," a deep voice asked a group of students who were probably juniors sitting happily eating snacks in front of the faculty building. I've never seen Minho in the group before. "Is Teacher Lee Seunghun not coming today?"

"The teacher just resigned yesterday."

A feeling of dismay spread throughout my chest, a heavy feeling pressing down on my shoulders until I wanted to fall to my knees, my body thick and numb all over. The hand holding the camera was completely weak. In his thoughts he kept thinking about why the good professors didn't tell each other beforehand that they would resign even though who came to teach for only one month

"Oh...thank you very much."

The two long legs started running, even though they didn't know their destination, their brain couldn't think of anything else except repeating the same question. Repeatedly, why did Seunghoon have to resign? And why didn't you tell him directly? Even though yesterday we still talked normally. both in person and in chat applications

His cell phone was pulled out of his pocket, still running, his thumb typing a short message. Even if you type incorrectly, type correctly. Hoping that the other person would at least reply so that Minho knew where he was and what he was doing?

The two feet that were running stopped as panting breaths were expelled in and out quickly and rapidly. A heart lump was embedded in the left side of the chest, accelerating the rhythm to pump blood after the body had used up so much energy in running. The mobile phone he was holding tightly vibrated lightly. To know that there is a reply message, don't wait any longer. The owner of the device immediately opens it and reads it.

'I live by the river. Where we first met'

Minho let out a small smile. with a short message, but because I was too tired to run again, my two legs strolled along the smooth slope plastered with dull gray cement because in a few meters more we would reach our destination.

The evening sun was fading and a large, warm orange fireball was descending, hiding itself behind the tall buildings lining the sky above. Golden light reflected off the surface of the water and radiated across the sky. The warm atmosphere of the evening was attracting the tall, thin man to raise his head and look at the beautiful scenery in front of him like the first time Minho had seen him again.

The camera was raised before his index finger applied pressure to capture the beautiful image before Seunghoon realized he had been secretly taken. Minho also had five more photos added to his camera.

"Song Min Ho"

"How long will the professor conceal his resignation from me?"

A serious and pained expression flashed across his white face. An apology flashed from his eyes until it peeked out of his clear glasses. He could feel his hands being cluttered and had to move to hug each other in front of his chest. That expression made Minho feel stunned. I was a bit annoyed, but I tried to keep my cool and wait to hear the reason from the person in front of me.

The tight lips relaxed before Seunghoon moved to explain.

"It's ... I'm doing everything to be right."

"Correctness?"

"Because I am the teacher and you are the student. If we continue like this, we will be even more likely to step over the line of righteousness..."

"What exactly are you trying to mean?"

Minho took slow steps, moving closer to the person who held his heart. The person who had his heart from the first day of knowing each other, but it seems that the more he loved him, the more his heart ached.

A hand unconsciously reached out to caress the older man's chubby cheek, but why? Why did he feel so distant when he grabbed this man that the tears he had been holding back melted until warm drops began to form along the edges of his slender eyes?

It's because of the past. Did he do that wrong?

Did he make a mistake just because he was the student and Seunghoon was the teacher?

"I'm doing everything right."

“If righteousness means that I will never meet my teacher again, I will gladly repeat my mistake again and again.” This time, the hot liquid flowed out even more, until the younger man's sharp face was stained with tears. She let out an embarrassing sob before pulling out the hand that was caressing the thin man's soft cheek and wiping the tears away casually in Minho's thoughts at this time.

He is ready to do whatever it takes to meet the person in front of him every day like he has done for the past month. “Sorry, Master. But I really couldn't resist.”

"Minho ..."

“I like Teacher.” Even though there were still tear stains on his cheeks, Minho smiled widely as he finally had the courage to speak his mind after keeping it hidden for months. “I like Roy. Teacher's bright smile I like the look in the teacher's glasses. I like everything about the teacher."

His mood changed so quickly that he couldn't keep up. The dark skin on his face was red, spreading to his ears. The embarrassment caused Minho to quickly lower his head to hide from the intense heat, holding the camera with both hands. What didn't work turned out to be scrubbing back and forth as if rubbing a magic lamp without realizing that this action made the elder so fond that he smiled, his white face stained with blood until the redness spread to his ears as well. In this moment it could be said that Different people are shy, you can say...

“Stupid child.” A thin hand placed a hand on the thick man's head before stroking it gently. The act of gentleness, like cotton, called for Minho to look up and look into the eyes of his interlocutor, who didn't realize that he was only one centimeter closer to his face. But those eyes and smiles only accelerated the rhythm of his heart a hundred times more violently than before, until he himself had a question in his mind about whether the small lump called the heart would die prematurely or not.”

I like you too."

My pronouns have changed and my declaration of liking is as sweet as honey. Teacher Seunghoon and his close disciple are no longer available. From now on, there will only be Seunghoon and Minho, who are each other's beautiful smiles without having to press the shutter to record them behind the camera lens, who are a beautiful view. It's warmth without having to wait for the sun to set in the evening. Having each other each day is even more wonderful than taking pictures.

That's right... Song Min Ho loves taking photos.

But now he has one more thing he loves.

that is

How about Lee Seung Hoon?

I want to scream for the madness. I'm in my own trouble.

Scream!!

I haven't read the book but the plot of this fic really keeps coming.

For the sirent photo fic, as soon as you think of a plot, you can edit it right away. You could call it a short-lived fic.

The incident occurred from taking a car from another province into Bangkok to take an exam and then taking a car from Bangkok back to another province. Sirent had nothing to do so I sat down and wrote a fic. I wrote and wrote for about a week. Oh...it's finished. Haha.

I have to confess that this is the first story that Khun Preehun has written to be kooky, which is very difficult to write. And from the looks of it, Khun Preehun isn't really kooky at all, but Sirent really tried his best.

T T

This story doesn't focus on physical contact too much because I tried to write a description to make myself feel so embarrassed that my cheeks hurt with the word first love instead. But I don't know if the reader will be embarrassed as well or not? Huh ~~

But the siren is shy.

Thank you to everyone who supported Sirent in writing a short fic with Minhoon (Eh!! Or Hyunmin?) As always, Sirent promises that there will be new fics. Let's all read together. You can chat with Sirent on Twitter @

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For talking with Sirent all the time since Sirent released the reason fic, which is Sirent's first fic. I love you so much. Thank you very much.

Including many young people who came to talk with Sirent. Even though my name has not been mentioned in the media, everyone is a small source of encouragement. The greatest of the sirens.

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