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Snap | Joost Klein | Pt1

This is a magnificent autumn day and everyone in the city took their bikes or boats out for a ride, and here I am stuck with a very expensive camera and three bags of decor in the public transport. Not only that would take me ages to get to my studio this way, but then I have to go back home the same way during rush hour, just because my stupid car decided it needed a pamper day.

No more negative thoughts. At least you do what you love.

Yeah right, I am allowed to moan just like everyone else..

The bus ride took about 35 minutes. My little photography studio in Central Amsterdam is home of hundreds of beautiful people' portraits and boudoirs. I was pretty lucky with the rent I negotiated during the pandemic, and with the people's need for something to look forward to. Because I was always the friend unhappy with the photography skills of my friends, I decided to remain forever behind the camera in my little studio.

Because not many businesses were up and running a couple years ago, I used my friends to build up my portfolio and post it on Instagram. Shortly after I started to build a better online presence and reach more and more people. From models to new artists starting their music career, to spicy actors, I was behind a lot of dreams and 'look what you are missing' tupe of albums.

And I am happy.

I finally made it to my studion, earlier than my first booking. I start preparing the decor, luckily it is just a white background for some modeling portfolio. I made myself a coffee and I wait. I started scrolling on TikTok for a good 35 minutes until I realised that my booking is pretty much late. In a friendly attempt to call and see what's up, I don't seem to be able to get through. I left a couple of messages, but none of them are being delivered. Good thing I charged a deposit.

This person booked for 2 hours and a half, what do I do now with this time? I am looking at all of the shots on the walls from my previous clients, I wish someone could do this for me. But I am so particular about the whole process. I am very patience and I guide my models and capture the best lights and shadows. I need someone to do this for me rather than just taking a lousy picture and call it a day.

I have this entire studio for 2 hours, how about I give myself a little .. gift?

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My next booking is now in 30 minutes. I put my clothes back on and rearrange the decor to a weird bleached like background

- client's request.

Joost - 13:30 says in my notepad. Already paid in full online, no number, no email adress. I think nothing of it anymore and go to take my not safe for work pictures from the printer and put them in a folder ready to take them straight home.

- Hello? A man's voice comes from the entrance.

I leave the folder on the printer and reluctantly go to the entrance. People sometimes come inside randomly thinking this is a sexdom, or tourists looking for shaft shaped bongs, and it is a little early for the booking to arrive anyway. In the lobby, however, it is is tall blonde man in a black hoodie and sunglasses, with a clothes cover in one hand and his phone the other.

- You are staring, he says putting his phone in the back pocket.

- Hi there, sorry! I greet him in a customer service voice. I am Agnes. Are you, um, Joost? For the 13:30 booking?

- Yeah. Sorry I am early. I was excited to see

what you can do with the camera. Plus I need

these pictures as soon as possible, so I was hoping that being here early would put me in the good books.

Of course, come in, let me show you where the changing rooms are, I say and start

- walking towards them, gesturing for him to follow me. I still cannot distinguish too many features due to the baggy clothes and face coverups, but his voice is incredibly hot.

- By the looks of it, I will be your first one today, he says ironically.

- I was meant work with this woman this morning, but she won't answer my calls or texts, I say and open the door to the changing room.

- Women, hey. You can never know what

you've done wrong for them to block your number.

I laugh along, and allow him to get into his changing room.

- Take as much time as you need, I will be there whenever you are ready, I say and point towards the area where my camera and background are set up.

He takes his sunglasses off for the first time to see where I was pointing at. That was my chance to look at his face properly. As expected, he was definitely hot. The eyes were piercing blue and the smile looks like it has followed a lot of fuck offs in his life.

- You are staring again. Have you worked with human beings before? He laughs and closes the door to the changing room.

Fucking damn it. You have seen hundreds of different people and you cannot stop staring to a blonde man with blue eyes. Get a life, you are creepy.

After 10-15 minutes, Joost return into the studion into a completely different outfit, and looks like his mood changed as well. As if he now transformed into a character. He is wearing this black jeans - white shirt combo, with the sleeves cuffed to see his tattoos, a dorky pair of glasses and a big blue tie with the inscription EUROPAPA on it.

I am looking at his arms tattoos and all of them are telling a completely different story. But the knuckles tattoo looks somehow familiar.

- You look great! Loving the fit you have here. I give my encouragement speech. What is the story behind these pictures? Are you looking to be a president and you need pictures to back up your campaign? I laugh a little pointing at the tie.

-Very funny, Agnes. You are definitely the first one to say that. Tell me more, let's have a laugh, Joost says while sitting on the high chair in front of the decor background. He looks straight into my eyes, and I am not going to lie, it looks intimidating.

- Sorry, just making a joke. But really, what is your story? Why do you need this photoshoot for? I angle the camera accordingly.

- I am going to make my parents proud, he answered looking at me over the camera.

- Okay Joost, let me help you make this happen, I start getting into my job.

He already knew what he wanted. He was posing in the light of his character persona. Very large smile and school-like poses. I am not sure how he was about to make his parents proud, but I am all for it and ready to do this for him.

After a number of shots, I ask him to come and see if he is happy the way the pictures look. At least to have some sort of guidance.

- I like this one personally, I say. And this, and this.. I say skipping through the pictures.

- Of course you do. Look at the nice gentleman in the photo, he replied. I need this one redone. Do you know anything about fixing hair.

- Let me try, I have some products ready here all the time in case this comes up in photoshoots, I say looking through the shelves and drawers. Can I touch you? I always make sure to ask before I do it.

- Asking for consent. Are you always doing that? He looks up from the screen where all the pictures of him were showing.

- With my clients, yes. You never know these days. So.. can I? I smile awkwardly

- Yes, go for it. He instructed and lowered his body so now we are at the same level. So Agnes photographer and hair stylist, what else do you do, like in your free time.

- Well, not too much these days. I do what I love every day and that occupies most of my day. When I get home I don't really do much anymore. How about you, Joost I-would-make-a-list-of-things-you-do-but-I-lit erally-know-nothing-about-you.

- I am a musician. Ex Youtuber, future Eurovision contestant, he answere whilst going back to his sit in front of the camera.

It clicked, blonde and pretty eyes, ex Youtuber and singer now, name is Joost, tattoos on the knuckles. It cannot be.

-Wait, you are Joost Klein? I chuckled.

- I could be. You will never know who is under this mustache and mullet.

- I thought I recognised you from the tattoos. I used to follow your videos on Youtube some years ago. In a sense you still look the same, but very very different.

He did not respond, but took a pose waiting for me to click the camera button. Those were the last pictures he requested. He seemed quite happy with them, which was obviously a good sign.

- I would need these 5 printed before I leave, please. I need to show this to my team for the concept, especially the hairstylist, he laughed.

- I usually sit on the pictures for a couple days to do the relevant touch ups, and then send them via wetransfer to my clients, I point out.

- You can definitely do that, I need these 5 raw shots anyway, if you don't mind.

- Of course, I can have them ready until you finish changing back into your street clothes? I start selecting the relevant pictures to send them to the printer.

He does not say anything, but smile and go back to the changing room. After a couple of minutes I put the freshly printed pictures in a folder on the printer ready for Joost. He does not take too long to get back into his clothes, and comes back through. In hand him his folder and instruct about the timeframe for him to receive the rest of the pictures.

- Before you go, I don't seem to have a contact number or email address for you? For the.. pictures, I clarify.

He smirks and writes it on the random notebook in the reception.

-Call me. For the.. pictures, he mocks me and leaves my studio.

I go back to the studio area to get my things as this was the last booking for the day. I pack my camera and lights and put everything relevant in my backpack. I check the room Joost used to see if he forgot anything but everything seems to be in order. On my way back I see the folder with his 5 pictures on the printer. They don't really need much editing, his poses and face are already pretty much perfect. Maybe some lights here and there there, but I will not have too much work to do.

Hold on.

Where are my pictures?

Jealousy Under Berlin Lights

The night in Berlin was vibrant, every corner of the city teeming with life. "Friesenjung" had been an unexpected hit, and the mood among your group was euphoric. Aggu, Joost, and you decided to celebrate the success in one of Berlin's most popular clubs. The air inside was thick with the pulse of music, the dance floor, a sea of bodies moving in sync to the beats.

You had been a crucial part of the recording process, helping behind the scenes. During those late nights and long days in the studio, you and Aggu had formed a close bond. He was charming, talented, and had a way of making everyone around him feel special. But tonight, watching him surrounded by fans, particularly one fangirl who bore an uncanny resemblance to you, stirred a pang of jealousy.

Aggu seemed particularly engaged with this fangirl, his hands lingering on her waist as they danced. The sight gnawed at you, making it difficult to focus on the celebration. Joost, ever the observant friend, noticed your discomfort and made his way over to you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning in so you could hear him over the music.

"I feel jealous," you admitted, the alcohol loosening your tongue.

Joost, always perceptive, grinned. "Want to make him jealous too?" he suggested, mischief glinting in his eyes.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. Joost led you to the dance floor. The music was a thumping beat, and as Joost placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close, you felt a surge of confidence. The two of you began to move together, your bodies swaying to the rhythm. You couldn't help but notice Aggu's eyes on you, his attention diverted from the fangirl.

Aggu gestured for you and Joost to join him, promising to pay for the drinks. You leaned in to whisper this to Joost, who chuckled. "He's jealous," Joost whispered back, his breath warm against your ear.

As you approached Aggu, Joost wrapped his arm around your shoulder, mirroring Aggu's gesture with the fangirl. The tension was almost palpable as Aggu asked everyone what they wanted to drink. Once everyone had answered, he turned to you. "Can you help me carry the drinks from the bar?" he asked, his voice holding an edge you couldn't quite place.

"Sure," you replied, sensing an opportunity to clear the air.

The walk to the bar was filled with a tense silence. "Are you and Joost a thing?" Aggu asked abruptly, his voice barely audible over the music.

"No, we're just friends," you replied, trying to keep your tone neutral despite the fluttering in your chest.

"You didn't seem like just friends on the dance floor," Aggu remarked, his voice carrying a hint of irritation.

You stopped walking and turned to face him. "What's the problem? You danced the same way with that fangirl," you retorted, feeling a mix of anger and hurt.

Aggu's jaw tightened. "It's not the same," he said firmly.

You wished he wasn't wearing his ski goggles so you could see his expression. "How is it not the same?" you demanded, your voice rising.

Without another word, Aggu took your hand and led you through the club, weaving through the crowd until you reached a bathroom. Panic set in when you saw urinals, realizing you were in the men's room. "What are you doing? This is the men's bathroom!" you exclaimed, trying to pull away.

He shushed you and pulled you into a stall, closing the door behind him. "When I saw you dancing with Joost, something inside me moved. I didn't like seeing you dancing like that with him," Aggu confessed, his voice raw with emotion.

You reached up and removed his goggles, needing to see his eyes. "Then you shouldn't have danced with the fangirl," you said, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and frustration.

Aggu chuckled softly, the sound easing some of the tension. "Were you jealous?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Very jealous," you admitted, emboldened by the alcohol. "I hated how she was all over you."

Aggu placed one hand on your waist and the other on your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His breath was warm on your lips, his gaze intense and unwavering. Slowly, he leaned in, and your lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. The initial contact was gentle, exploring, but it quickly grew more passionate. His lips were soft yet demanding, moving against yours with an urgency that made your head spin.

You felt the world around you dissolve, the only reality being the two of you in that cramped stall. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against his body. The sensation of his fingers pressing into your skin through the fabric of your dress sent waves of desire coursing through you. The kiss was consuming, a silent declaration of the emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface.

Just as your lips were about to meet again, someone entered the bathroom. Startled, Aggu covered your mouth to keep you quiet until the person left. The anticipation built as you waited, his hand warm against your lips. Once the coast was clear, you removed his hand.

"I'd love to make out with you, just not in the boys' bathroom," you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips.

Aggu laughed softly, the tension between you easing. He put his goggles back on and took your hand, leading you out of the club. Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing. You found a secluded spot in the alley behind the club and pushed Aggu against the wall, the urgency of the moment overwhelming you.

You leaned in, your lips capturing his in a fierce, passionate kiss. This time, there were no interruptions. His hands found their way to your back, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a hunger that matched your own. You could taste the faint remnants of the drinks you had shared, the flavor mingling with the intoxicating sensation of his mouth on yours.

Aggu's hands roamed your back, his fingers tracing patterns that sent shivers down your spine. You pressed closer, your body melding with his as the kiss deepened. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, seeking entrance, and you parted your lips, granting him access. The kiss grew more heated, your tongues dancing in a rhythm that left you both breathless.

Your phone rang, jolting you back to reality. It was Joost asking if you're okay. "We're okay, Joost. We won't be coming back to the party," you managed to say as Aggu kissed a your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"Enjoy your night," Joost said, chuckling. "And don't forget protection." He hung up, clearly understanding the situation.

You resumed kissing Aggu, your hands exploring his body. The kiss deepened, your fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. His hands were equally adventurous, tracing the curve of your spine and settling on your hips, pulling you closer with each passing moment.

Aggu's kisses grew more urgent, his lips moving from your mouth to your jawline, then down to the sensitive skin of your neck. You tilted your head, giving him better access as he peppered your skin with kisses, each one sending sparks of pleasure through your body. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of desire and longing that made you dizzy.

Breathless, you broke the kiss, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. "I'll call an Uber to your place," you said, your voice barely more than a whisper as you pulled out your phone.

While waiting, Aggu switched your positions, and pinned you against the wall, his kisses urgent and demanding. His lips found yours again, the kiss resuming with an intensity that left you reeling. You could feel the rough texture of the brick wall against your back, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips. His hands explored your body with a newfound determination, each touch igniting a trail of fire beneath your skin,

You lost yourself in the kiss, your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the world around you faded away. The only reality was the two of you, lost in a moment of passion that seemed to stretch on forever. The kiss was a dance of tongues and lips, a silent conversation that spoke of desire and longing.

Your phone buzzed, signaling that the Uber had arrived. Reluctantly, you pulled away, your lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. Hand in hand, you climbed into the Uber, the tension between you charged with anticipation. The car ride was a blur of whispered conversations and stolen kisses. As you pulled up to Aggu's place, the reality of what was happening began to sink in. You both stepped out of the car, and Aggu led you inside.

His apartment was modest but cozy, filled with memorabilia from his music career. The moment the door closed behind you, the atmosphere shifted. Aggu pulled you close, his hands exploring your body with a newfound urgency. Your lips met in a fervent kiss, the passion between you igniting like a fire.

You moved through the apartment, shedding clothes as you went. By the time you reached his bedroom, you were both breathless and eager. Aggu's touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as he guided you to the bed. The night was a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, every touch and kiss deepening the connection between you.

As dawn approached, you lay tangled in the sheets, the aftermath of your night together leaving you both breathless and content. Aggu's arm was draped over you, his breathing steady as he drifted into sleep. You watched him, feeling a profound sense of happiness. The jealousy and tension of the night had melted away, replaced by a deeper understanding and connection.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. You knew that the night had changed everything between you and Aggu. What had started as a celebration of a shared success had blossomed into something much more profound. And as you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, you couldn't wait to see where this new chapter would take you.