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[minah-mgh]

Picture Perfect❞ minah x nora

How could one describe photography?

Photography was something that left Minah speechless. It was something that she had enjoyed doing since her sponsor first gave her a camera for her birthday when she had turned 10. 

Photography was the only class that she would never in a million years skip. This class was where she could be at peace with herself and forget about everything. 

She tilted her head to the right and then to the left as she scrutinized her latest picture. 

There was this girl of about 4 years old, leaving a single red rose on top of a grave; it belonged to her mother. She was crouching and there were visible tears in her eyes. Minah managed to capture the exact moment in which one of her tears rolls down her cheek.

It had broken Minah's heart because she new what it felt like to be without your parents. That was the reason why she had chosen that picture for the exhibit.

She took a seat and looked around classroom. She didn't know any of her classmates and she figured she'd never get to know them. Minah was a friendly person but she usually didn't approach people first.

That's why when the teacher announced that there was to be a new project in pairs she didn't even bother moving of her seat. She figured that is someone wanted to paired with her, they'd approach her first.

[sullixmgh]

♔ Flash into the Past - Sulli & Nora

Sulli didn’t choose her majors because she liked them, she rather chose them quite randomly, just picking things because she was good at them or because she thought she could use the information in the future. The photography class she was in fell into the later category. She had decided to major in fashion solely because it basically got her out of the streets and into a school, for which she supposed she was grateful for. The photographs that were taken of her were specifically the cause of her being at Mugunghwa, so she thought that taking a class in photography would be a good idea.

The problem was, she didn’t particularly like the class. It just the sounded the most bearable out of the choices she was given. She was wrong. It was quite boring. It would have been fine if they had just sat and listened to the professor, but that wasn’t quite what the class was. She had to go out and take pictures endlessly, doing different boring assignments every time and then spending hours developing them. Not a good use of her time. At least she could take pictures of people to use as references in her student files. But while she was in the classroom, she always had her hand on her chin, a blank stare in her eyes as her mind wandered elsewhere.

Her brain snapped to attention as she heard her name being called. Apparently, they were doing a project with the professor’s other class. To learn about other’s, apparently, and “capture their essences” through photographs. Whatever that meant.

Eleanor Jung. She heard the teacher say. Second year. Advertising and Legal Studies. She rattled off immediately in her head. She saw her around campus sometimes, and thought she remembered that she liked to be called Nora, but otherwise didn’t cross paths with her with any regularity. At the very least, she could learn a little more about the girl.

Taking out her laptop, she quickly typed an email to the address that was listed on the piece of paper she was given.

Eleanor Jung,

Hello, my name is Sulli, and I am your partner for the photography project. I am available Sundays after 3pm, Fridays 12pm to 3pm, and Saturdays and Sundays after 4pm. Please respond with a time that will fit your schedule.

Regards,

Sulli