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[devilofaboy]

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[devilofaboy]

[If it'd been anyone else asking him to model for pictures, he probably would have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. But it was Jiang who'd asked and Jiang was gorgeous, among other things. He was one of Kavinsky's boys but he was so much more than that, too. Ronan recognized that they were all their own independent person(s) who also happened to be friends with Kavinsky. And K...things were complicated--or maybe complex was a better word to use. The point was though, Jiang had asked and Ronan had said yes.

He'd never even thought about saying no.

If he was being honest with himself, and he usually wasn't--honesty was reserved for other people--he most likely had a crush on Jiang. He was sharp and sweet, and Ronan was genuinely interested in his passion of photography. The technical side of it, developing film, was interesting. Made more interesting by his very real feelings for Jiang.

Ronan was never going to be a photography expert, but this was like one of those golden chances that rarely came along; the chance to engage with someone you liked about something they were passionate about. It was the perfect opportunity to connect and learn more about each other.

And then the chance to turn the tables and take pictures of Jiang? Of course, Ronan wasn't going to let it slide through his fingers. It was the perfect excuse to admire Jiang--as if Ronan hadn't been lowkey doing that the whole time he'd been lounging and posing on the couch. But this was better, because it meant Jiang took his shirt off and- God, but he was gorgeous.

Camera in hands, Ronan was distracted by the sight of Jiang's tattoo, eyes tracing over the lines of it, following it from his shoulder to his ribs, admiring, appreciative. It took a second for him to snap out of it and return his attention to what Jiang was saying instead of just staring at him. There was a lump in Ronan's throat.]

Yeah. That's good.

[He didn't have the talent and practice that Jiang did, but Ronan was of the opinion it was impossible to make the other boy look bad right now; the photo would be lovely.]

You're a natural on both sides of the camera.