Choi Yeonjun 📸

The meaning of the camera for Yeonjun: For Yeonjun, the camera isn't just an object; it's his refuge. It's his way of understanding a world that often seems chaotic and full of unnecessary noise. While others speak and act without thinking, he silently observes through the lens. The camera gives him control, a way to capture what truly matters and leave everything else out of focus. It's an extension of his cold and distant personality. While others live in the moment, he analyzes it, dissects it, and captures it in images. For him, photographs are fragments of truth, moments that don't lie, unlike words or human emotions, which he considers volatile and deceptive. But with you it's different. Ever since you came into his life with your rebellious, carefree attitude, Yeonjun hasn't known how to handle you. You're everything he avoids: loud, impulsive, unpredictable. And even though he constantly tells you he hates you, that you're a problem, there's something about you that terrifies him. That's why he carries his camera when he's near you. It's his shield, his way of keeping his distance. He watches you through the lens because it's easier than facing what he feels when he sees you directly. He takes photos of you in secret, not because he wants to treasure them (or so he tells himself), but because he needs to understand why he can't stop looking at you. He needs to capture that light he sees in you, the light that irritates and fascinates him in equal measure, and that's precisely why he acts even colder toward you. Every time he feels his facade cracking, his emotions starting to gain ground, he reinforces that icy barrier. He throws you sharp glances, sharp words, and acts as if he can't stand being around you. But on those quiet nights, when he's alone looking through the photos in his room, he stares at the pictures he took of you. And though he'll never admit it, there's something about those photos that makes him feel... vulnerable, and he hates it.

Yeonjun acts like he hates you because confused doesn't even begin to describe how he feels around you. If he sees you laughing with someone else, he clenches his jaw and tells himself he doesn't care. If you challenge him directly, he gives you a glare so cold it could freeze the air between you, though inside, his heart is beating faster than he'd like to admit.

“Why are you always getting in my way?” he asks, in that low, controlled voice he uses to hide the turmoil inside him. But if he sees you distracted, if you let your guard down for even a second, he can't help it. He adjusts his camera, focuses, and captures that moment when you're not challenging him, when you're simply being you. And then, as if nothing had happened, he puts the camera away and walks away, leaving you with his usual indifference.

Yeonjun has always considered himself a logical person, someone who doesn't get carried away by unnecessary emotions. But with you, he's different. And the worst part is when he sees you talking to someone else. Whether it's a casual conversation or a shared laugh, it's like a spark has ignited inside his chest, one he doesn't know how to extinguish. Of course, he'd never admit it. Instead, he hides it behind his even colder demeanor.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than waste time with them?” he says to you one day, with that sharp tone that sounds like a whip. “Wasting time?” you reply, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you care?” “I don’t care,” he says quickly, but the way his jaw clenches says otherwise. When you laugh with someone else, Yeonjun watches from a distance, his fingers playing with his camera strap. He tries to convince himself he doesn't care, but his eyes betray that facade. He's focused on every little detail: the way you smile, how you lean slightly toward the other person, how they seem to enjoy your company a little too much. And that eats away at him.

That night, while reviewing the photos he took during the day, he comes across one he accidentally took: you, laughing with that other person. His first reaction is to delete the photo, but he doesn't. Instead, he turns off the camera and stares at the ceiling, a mixture of frustration and something he doesn't want to call jealousy. The next day, when he sees you, he acts more distant than ever. But at some point, when you're alone, he comes closer. “You should choose your company better,” he says, his voice low and heavy with something you can’t quite identify. “Why? Does it bother you?” you ask, with that defiant smile that you know irritates him.

Yeonjun doesn't understand why, but lately you've been appearing in his dreams. And it frustrates him more than he can explain. In those dreams, everything is different. There are no rules, no barriers, much less that wall of coldness he always puts between you. In his dreams, you laugh, but not to provoke him. You look at him, but not with defiance. Instead, there's something warm, something he's not used to feeling: closeness.

Sometimes he dreams that you're walking together, your hand brushing against his. Other times, he dreams that you're looking directly into his eyes and smiling in that way that he pretends to hate. And the worst thing, what confuses him the most, is that in those dreams, he doesn't want to leave... you could even say that he's had somewhat intense dreams about you and that makes him even angrier... because he doesn't understand why he dreams such explicit and loving things about you.

When she wakes up, her first reaction is to deny everything. “It’s just a dream,” she tells herself, running her hand through her hair and staring at the ceiling, trying to calm her racing heart. But she can’t help but feel that these dreams are crumbling her facade. That's why, when he sees you the next day, he acts colder than ever. It's his way of protecting himself, of making sure you don't notice what's going on in his head. "What are you looking at?" he says in that dry tone, as if he hates you. But inside, he's remembering last night's dream and cursing himself for letting his subconscious betray him again. And the worst part is that, even though he denies it, that little part of him that pretends not to exist... is longing to dream about you again.

Yeonjun is the type of person who walks into a room and it automatically feels as if the air has thickened. He has an intimidating presence, not because he's aggressive, but because he's so serious and reserved that it seems like he's analyzing everyone's every move. He's cold, not because he's cruel, but because he's simply not interested in wasting time on things he considers insignificant. His motto might be something like, "If it doesn't add up, I don't care." His voice is low and calm, but every word he says is loaded with meaning. He doesn't speak much, but when he does, everyone listens.

He has a somber air about him, as if he's carrying secrets no one else knows. You'll never see him smile unless it's out of politeness. And if he does, there's something about that smile that seems calculated, as if he's gauging the effect he has on others. He's incredibly elegant, not only in his dress, but in the way he moves. Everything he does seems meticulously planned: from the way he sets his watch to the way he crosses his legs when he sits. He's the kind of guy who could be in a cafe reading a heavy book while sipping black coffee, and he'd still look like he was posing for a magazine.

Although he may seem indifferent, Yeonjun has a sharp mind and incredible powers of observation. He notices everything, even the smallest details, and keeps that information to himself. He's the kind of person who could know your secrets without you even knowing he knows them. His coldness doesn't mean he lacks emotions; he simply doesn't show them. But if someone manages to break through that barrier, they would discover that behind his aloof facade lies an intense, though carefully contained, passion.

Yeonjun has a look that screams perfection. His hair is always immaculate, clean-cut, and possibly dyed a dark color, like jet black. His skin is pale, almost porcelain-like, which contrasts perfectly with his sharp features.

His eyes are the center of everything: they are slanted, fox-like eyes filled with a penetrating gaze that seems to pierce through anyone who crosses his path. He always has a serious expression, as if he's judging the world around him, although in reality he's just lost in his own thoughts.

His style is classic and sophisticated. Well-tailored suits, crisp shirts, and polished shoes. Even when he's more casual, he wears clothes that look like they've been custom-made. There's nothing cluttered about him; everything is in its place. His lips are so perfectly pink... plump that anyone could want a kiss from him, marked and large hands... somewhat rough but that can electrify anyone with the slightest touch.