Spring has recently arrived, making the trees blossom with new life. Everywhere one could see fresh green leaves being caressed by the gentle wind. The park is full of people who are taking a stroll, glad the winter's cold is over. Such a beautiful day cannot go to waste and thus you decide to make the most of it and have a picnic. With a basket filled with your lunch and a blanket you head outside to enjoy the fresh crisp spring air.

Finding a great spot where there are not already people proves somewhat difficult, but you manage to do so after half an hour of walking and searching. In the shadow of a great oak tree you place your blanket, making sure not one of the roots sits underneath. Munching down on the food, you look around watching the people passing by. It is nice, having a break from everything and come here to enjoy a slice of life outside the working place.

Whilst you are eating you cannot help but feel like you are being observed. From the corner of your eye you see a black undefined figure which seems to be facing you. Dismissing it as mere imaginations of the mind, you turn your head away. The sound of a camera shutter pierces the silence. Someone is taking photos and it is not someone in your direct field of view. Turning to look behind you, you see a guy with short brown hair and a camera facing your way. His dark eyes are mysterious yet friendly with a slight hint of surprise in them. Curious as to why or what he was photographing, you stand up and head in his direction.

"Are you taking pictures of me?" you ask the stranger when you stand before him. On one hand you don't mind since he was quite charming and flattered you by making you his muse, but on the other hand it is of course very odd if an unknown takes photos of you.

"Yeah," he answers casually as if it is the most normal thing in the world. "The lighting is perfect, as is the scenery." He smirks a bit when he mentions the environment.

"I'm sure it is," you remark on a sarcastic tone. Then, on a tone that betrays your curiosity: "Show me the pictures. You owe me at least that much." The smirk turns into a small smile as you sit next to him and look over his shoulder as he shows you the photos. They are actually rather gorgeous.

"I think this one is my favourite," he says a bit shyly as you look at a picture of you sitting underneath the tree as the blossom of the nearby trees are carried by the wind. You gaze at it in awe. It is probably the best picture ever that is taken of you. Man, he is good.

"Wow," is all you can say, your eyes glued to the image, unable to look away.

"I see you like it as well," he says confidently as he looks at you. "Even though it does not mirror the truth."

Because of that remark you are able to pull your eyes away and face him. The blood is rising to your cheeks and suddenly timid, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Don't be silly, that picture is more beautiful than I am. I could never look like that again, even if I tried."

He shakes his head. "I'm not being silly, you are. Don't pull yourself down because of the photo, because at the end of the day it is still you." He is silent for a moment. "Beauty is not an illusion. I just capture it in an everlasting image wherever I go. That should serve as proof that it does exist. In fact, it is sitting next to me right now."

You begin to blush even more and hide your face in your hands. If he keeps talking like this your face would turn as red as a tomato. "You really think I'm beautiful?" you ask softly, more timid than before. He just makes an agreeing sound. His fingers wrap around yours and remove your hands from your face. Softly caressing the back of your hand, you two are quiet for a moment.

"Want me to make a couple more pictures to prove my point?" he says and points his camera at you. Before you can protest, he is already taking pictures of you again.

When he lowers it, he looks pleased. "That should be enough proof."

"You didn't even give me chance to defend myself from you," you say playfully. A small chuckle escapes you, catching his attention.

"Your laugh is really cute."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is." His voice has a slight stern undertone that does not tolerate protest.

You roll your eyes. "If you think so," you sigh. "You're an odd one, you know that?"

He shrugs. "Yeah, I've heard before. I don't care though. It's better than being like the rest." He sounds so carefree, as if he really did not care about the opinion of others about him. That is something you can admire in this stranger: he has not a care in the world.

"I meant it as a compliment. Before you take it the wrong way," you add quickly before he misunderstood.

His eyes light up. "You're weird as well." You chuckle once again, the sound that apparently made him happy as well.

"What is your name?" he asks.

"It's (Y/N). What is yours?"

"It's Yoongi. Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you." He looks around the park. "Care for some more photos, (Y/N)? Because I want to photograph you with different backgrounds. If you want, of course. I won't attack you this time."

"Only if you show me the result and send them to me."

He nods. "That would only be fair."

"Okay, I'm up for it in that case." You rise to your feet and extend your hand to help him stand too. He gladly takes it and hoists himself up. "Let's get started, mister photographer." You wink at him and for a moment he seems mesmerized. Then he shakes his head and returns to reality. "Yes, let's."

And so you two spend the rest of the day having a photoshoot and the results are gorgeous.