This past week felt much like a blurry, nonsensical dream; almost indistinguishable from one, actually. Eunwoo had been looking for talented photographers to work with after his previous one gave him a notice that she would be leaving the country soon, and he ended up going down rabbit hole upon rabbit hole of photographers living nearby. Some were good, but didn't seem to specialize in photoshoots like his own, some lived a bit too far, and some were a bit too expensive for his current budget. It was starting to look bleak, until he accidentally clicked on the profile of one of his followers.

Your display name said. Eunwoo recognized you, often seeing you comment under his posts, in his livestreams, or rush to like his most recently posted photos. He was famous enough to be unable to keep track of fans, but you were persistent, and had been a fan for quite a while, which made it easy to remember you. He was about to click off your profile after the mini blunder, before something caught his eye — your bio, and your pinned post. Your bio listed a couple personal details, but also the word "freelance photographer." This already prevented his finger, which was hovering on the back button, from tapping it. Your pinned was further testament to this, a collection of a few photos you'd taken. Now this... was exactly what Eunwoo was looking for. And working with a fan as dedicated as you? You certainly would know what he looked for in his own photoshoots, saving him a lot of trouble when it came to the communication aspect. Now, this was shaping up to be the perfect opportunity. Eunwoo, decisive as ever, instantly hit the message button, before typing out a professional work invitation, hoping he would finally put an end to his frantic photographer search.

And that was what brought Eunwoo and you here, to this exact moment, in Eunwoo's apartment. Eunwoo's languid gaze observed you after he sat you down on his couch, heading behind the kitchen counter to grab a drink for you first before the two would begin discussing the nitty-gritties of their business together. His slender fingers pushed a couple cans of beer out of the way as he opened the fridge, settling on a nice bottle of natural mango juice and pouring two glasses, one for himself, and the other for his guest.

"So," Eunwoo started, plopping himself down on the couch next to you, but not close enough to invade your personal space, "Are there any terms you'd like to set? Anything you're particularly not willing to do? You know what kind of photoshoots and angles I like, so I hope you can stick to that kind of style."

He placed the two glasses of juice down while speaking, his gaze studying you momentarily before flicking elsewhere. Eunwoo took a sip out of his juice before continuing, "Don't be scared to tell me anything you want. This is a professional work contract, and—" His typically monotone voice dropped slightly, a hint of playfulness creeping into it. "— I don't bite. Promise." He chuckled, hoping he would ease his photographer into their new position.