KongArt Week Stories

Love In a Pencil and a Brush - Part One

Day Three - "Is this a date?"

Day Four - "Keep your eyes closed."

Warnings and Author's note:

This is half based on my own experience (although I've actually forgotten most of it so I'm still just winging it most of the time). Nothing explicit with random swearing. Designed to be mostly cute, I think. Dance if you know the song!

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Arthit strolled leisurely into class, feeling extremely pleased with himself. It really wasn't every day he was able to wake up on time, much less early like today. There was a certain amount of satisfaction to walk into an empty classroom.

Humming to himself, he weaved through the chairs and easels before he plopped himself down in his usual spot. The rest of the gang were probably going to have a heart attack when they found out he was the first to reach the class. Caught up in his prep, he didn't realise that his little humming had increased into full blown belting of the song that was now blasting through his earphones in the quiet room.

Así es la vida, sí

Yeah, that's just life, baby

I was barely standin', but now I'm dancin'

He's all over me

Arthit bopped as he sang (a little out of tune) out loud, pulling out his graphite and charcoal pencils and lining them up at the side of his workstation. Completely caught up in the moment, he had failed to notice a pair of feet propped up on one of the side tables in the far corner.

Arthit's singing however, had successfully piqued the interest of the owner of said pair of feet as they dropped to the floor. Stretching his body out, he moved in just a tad closer quietly to the other who was now dancing a little jiggle on the spot. At the rate Arthit was going, he could probably walk right up behind him and he wouldn't even realise.

'Cute,' he thought to himself, as he discreetly slid himself into the seat beside the guy who was now digging through his bag for his art supplies. Pulling up the put away desk to the side of the chair, he propped himself on it as he continued watching Arthit who was engrossed in his own music and task. Arthit had expectedly remained completely unaware of the other's presence, having been so caught up in his preparation and unabashed singing.

Satisfied with finally laying out his equipment, Arthit clapped his hands along with the beat of the song before he turned to place his bag on the other side of his chair. Only to come somewhat face to face with a very handsome profile of a stranger. He let out a small yelp and fell backwards, crashing into his chair and sending his things hurtling across the floor.

"Fuck! Ow! What!" He exclaimed incoherently as the stranger hurried off his own chair to stretch out a hand to help him up. Yanking his earphones out, Arthit finally realised how he had been able to completely miss another human being suddenly appearing at his side.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you but you were having such a good time I didn't want to intrude." The other man said as he tugged lightly at Arthit's hand who had gratefully accepted his help.

"No no, it's my own fault," Arthit admitted, flushing red with embarrassment. 'Way to go Arthit, great first impression.' He thought to himself before gasping as he stood up, coming almost chest to chest with the other. "Erm, thanks. And sorry."

"Oh don't be. You're quite the sight to behold." The stranger smiled sincerely, imitating Arthit's little wiggles. "You've got the moves down for sure."