“Let’s start shooting.”
Yeo Woon came to her senses at the words of writer Seo Woo Joon. Unknowingly, her mouth had dropped open, and upon closing it, she got up and walked towards Seol Ji Oh.
Seeing the astonished Yeo Woon, Seol Ji Oh chuckled lightly, found his spot, and stood there. He then lightly pulled Yeo Woon and gestured for her to look at the camera.
“Now, please strike a casual pose.”
Seo Woo Joon held up the camera and clicked the shutter several times as if testing. Yeo Woon was a bit stiff because she didn’t know what to do, and Seo Woo Joon loudly said.
“Aren’t you two close? Stand a bit more friendly.”
Then, Seol Ji Oh put his hand on Yeo Woon’s shoulder and whispered.
“Think of it as just us here. We are… eighteen, okay?”
“…Eighteen?”
“Yeah. We took a test yesterday, I got a hundred, and you… a zero?”
“Hey!”
“Look at the camera.”
Seol Ji Oh casually draped his arm around Yeo Woon’s shoulder. Yeo Woon gave a quick glance at Seol Ji Oh, irritated at the comment about her scoring zero.
The camera captured Seol Ji Oh’s smiling face and Yeo Woon’s face as she glanced at him. Seo Woo Joon’s hand clicking the shutter got faster.
“This time, Yeo Woon, put your hand up!”
Following Seo Woo Joon’s instruction, Yeo Woon wrapped her arm around Seol Ji Oh’s shoulder. Bending slightly to match Yeo Woon’s height, Seol Ji Oh teased her.
“Were you really a zero?”
“I wasn’t!”
At her retort, Yeo Woon forcefully pulled Seol Ji Oh’s neck with her arm wrapped around it. Seol Ji Oh cringed slightly and laughed brightly.
“Oh, that’s good!”
Seo Woo Joon suddenly exclaimed. Yeo Woon froze for a moment. She hadn’t been trying to strike a particular pose.
Seol Ji Oh whispered in a voice only she could hear.
“That’s how you do it. Naturally.”
Seol Ji Oh mumbled softly as he pulled away from Yeo Woon’s arm and sat heavily on the set’s stairs. Then, he patted the spot next to him.
“Come here.”
Though she tilted her head, Yeo Woon went and sat next to Seol Ji Oh. As she sat down beside him, Seol Ji Oh, still looking at the camera, spoke.
“School is over, but you don’t want to go home. You want to play more, and I want to be with you.”
At Seol Ji Oh’s words, which created a concrete situation, Yeo Woon’s eyes widened.
Seol Ji Oh folded his eyes into a bright smile, gently prodded her back with his hand to sit upright, and then whispered.
“What are we going to play with?”
Yeo Woon blinked her eyes.
If I were eighteen, what would I want to do with Seol Ji Oh?
Beautiful things most suitable for that age floated in Yeo Woon’s mind.
Things that can only be done at that age.
Gradually, Yeo Woon immersed herself in the situation that Seol Ji Oh had painted. Like an eighteenyearold girl looking forward to going out to play with the boy she likes after school.
Even though Yeo Woon was in a shooting site where everyone was looking at her, she felt as if it was really just her and Seol Ji Oh for a moment.
Then, naturally, her gaze changed, and unnecessary tension left her body.
Seol Ji Oh watched Yeo Woon, who was beginning to concentrate, and smiled in satisfaction. Then he tweaked his facial expression and shoulder direction slightly to produce various cuts.
In fact, shooting a photo shoot was as natural to Seol Ji Oh as breathing.
Each time Seol Ji Oh moved slightly, his shirt rustled, touching and falling from Yeo Woon’s shoulder.
Yeo Woon tried not to be conscious of it, but her nerves kept focusing on the touched area, and she moistened her lips with her tongue.
To Yeo Woon, who was desperately hiding her expression, Seol Ji Oh whispered a question.
“…What would it have been like if we had really met at eighteen?”
Yeo Woon turned her head to look at Seol Ji Oh. His question had pricked a corner of her heart.
As Yeo Woon blankly stared at Seol Ji Oh, he reached out, pinched her cheek, and kindly turned her head to look forward.
“……”
While looking at the camera, Yeo Woon mulled over Seol Ji Oh’s words in her heart.
If we had met during that time……
She had not refrained from such imaginations. Rather, she had daydreamed about it daily during her childhood.
If her father’s business hadn’t failed and they continued living next door to Seol Ji Oh.
Then they might have worn the same school uniform, laughed together over trivial things, naturally been by each other’s side, and shared ordinary daily life.
And they might have come to like each other just like now, without realizing when.
Unknowingly, Yeo Woon wore a bitter smile.
Suddenly, Seol Ji Oh’s hand came over from behind her face.
“Smile, Yeo Woon.”
Seol Ji Oh playfully grabbed Yeo Woon’s cheeks with both hands and stretched them. Yeo Woon laughed out loud at the absurdity of the hands tormenting her cheeks.
“Okay. Good! Let’s move on to the next outfit.”
At the words of the director, Seo Woo Joon, Seol Ji Oh let go of his hands. Seol Ji Oh, who had risen from his seat, looked at Yeo Woon as if he was regretful.
“I want to see more of eighteenyearold Yeo Woon.”
“Be quiet!”
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