Written for the dbsk_flashfic community for the drabble challenge "light."

As a photographer, Changmin feels he's learning anew the properties of light: its slant across an unfamiliar street, the gild of it on old buildings. The way it sparkles on water, flirting. He knows he'll never capture every aspect, but that doesn't keep him from trying.

The others are patient with his new obsession, or possibly bemused. They take their own pictures, with cellphones and disposable cameras, then wait. He looks up from playing with angles, distances, to see them grinning, hear them singing, light caressing them. He lifts his camera.

He'll never capture every aspect. The joy's in trying.

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