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Sailing through the ages on this ‘ship’.

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JPG Para | Midday Inspiration

Picking through sheets of shots from the photoshoot that morning, Changmin pauses from circling the best angles, lighting and mood to put in his ear buds to drowned out the buzz outside his small office door.

Pressing play to whatever music is first on his playlist, he pauses once more when the sound of a single piano echoing from the walls of his husband’s in-home dance practice studio resonates through the tiny bud speakers. Min visualizes those hands floating along the keys, those lowered eyes and taken expression. Jaejoong always seems to lose himself at the keyboard, so much that anyone in range is bound to be swallowed up in the delicately punched notes humming, enrapturing them, right through to their bones.

Lazily, Min remembers being at home, sitting on the small couch against the mirrors of the practice room, pretending to read while his cell phone captures every candid note as they flood from his soulmate’s core. What was Jae feeling that day? What memory flowed through his fingers to create such an invoking melody, paced and driving? Heavy in breaks, quick and light in furies. 

Photography is only being in control of the art one can see, so when it comes to the arts that one can only hear, Min can’t help but admire the unappreciated ability. The art that seems to bloom from his ethereal husband as easily as air. 

Continuing his work while in a bubble of immersion, Min is inspired by the recorded magic his husband has unknowingly given him to help him through his day. In his conscious, Min struggles to find an immediate way to let his angel know how special he is to him. How much he appreciates the vast change in his world since they spent that first night together years ago. He wouldn’t have gotten this job, their amazing home, or even the acceptance from his own family if it wasn’t for the support and encouragement of this one lovely talented man that has so willingly shared his life, his future with Min.

In a trivial starting effort, Min taps his phone to send a midday text: [Text : Tre 💘 sure] It’s Min. Please don’t forget today... [Text : Tre 💘 sure] I love you. I need you. I love you.

Hitting send, Min’s fingers trail along the edge of his phone in thought as the piano music fades. A few random piano keys clink then the closing in sound of clothes ruffling and multiple saccharine kisses laced in subtle humming moans is revealed before a recorded whisper quips, ‘You know your book is upside down, right?’, followed by a scoffing giggle, then the sound clip clicks off. 

Blushing hard, Min bashfully taps back at the phone to add: [Text : Tre 💘 sure] Please don’t forget. Ever.

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