Boy across the street (KSM/HHJ)

seventeen

Seungmin PoV 

It was Saturday and I had no motivation to get up. But as my stomach growled I forced myself to get up and go down to the kitchen where I found Hyunjin who seemed to be waiting for me. "I didn't want to just take something to eat, I wanted to ask you what I could take," he said and scratched the back of his head. 

I looked at the kitchen counter and saw an open box of cereal there. I slowly opened the fridge and took out milk which I gave to Hyunjin and asked him: "Cereal?" I took the cereal, put it on the table and sat across from Hyunjin who had already sat down. 

His notebook, where he always scribbled in, in English class, probably in every class, was lying next to him. We were silent, it was a little uncomfortable. I wanted to talk about something but nothing came out of my mouth so I stared at my hand holding the spoon.

 After I ate a little I noticed that I was getting thirsty so I got up and went to the kitchen. "Do you want to drink water too?" I asked the older one who answered me with a yes. I filled two glasses with water, filling one to the brim. 

As I walked the water dripped down my hand and I could feel the glass becoming more slippery in my hands. When I wanted to put it down, it slipped out of my hand and all the water was spread on the table and the glass shattered on the floor. 

The water was dripping from the table and only then did I notice that Hyunjin's notebook was soaked.

My eyes widened and I could feel my heart skip a beat. I knew how important this notebook was to him. I quickly scurried back into the kitchen and got a cloth to wipe up the water. The other one hadn't moved from the spot, it looked like he had to process it all first. "Hyunjin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" 

"I know. Something like that can happen, don't worry," he interrupted me, but I could tell in his voice that he was tense. I took the notebook and opened it. I pressed the cloth against the wet sides and tried to dry it a little. "You don't have to do that-"

 "But this is your notebook, I see in class how much you use it. It has a lot more pages than it should have because you keep gluing pages into it. They are your drawings and I have destroyed them," I said and continued to dry it.

 His drawings were beautiful, even the ones he had crossed out and the ones that were only half finished. I turned to the next page and saw myself. Drawings of me from all angles, even one where I sleep during class. The pages were less wet so I could turn them more easily and the drawings of me didn't seem to stop. 

My heart beat faster and I looked at Hyunjin. "You drew me. Why?" I said, maintaining eye contact with him. He took a deep breath and looked briefly at the drawings. Then he answered me: "Cause I think you're beautiful."

 My stomach tightened. And It felt like I couldn't breath anymore. 

He took the notebook and looked at it briefly. "Sorry," I said quietly but he just smiled at me. "It's okay, I can just buy a new one."

I looked at him again and my mind was spinning. This feeling that I felt and couldn't describe drove me crazy. Like I said, love feels more like a curse than something beautiful. 

He sighed and put the book back on the table. His smile disappeared. "Who am I kidding, it really sucks that my notebook is wet now that most of my drawings are blurred by the water. But why should I be mad at you? It could have happened to me too," he said and I felt still guilty. 

But apologizing again wouldn't change anything. "I know you want to apologize again. Don't." 

"I'll try," I said and laughed briefly. It sounded like i had a sore throat since it was still early. "But why did you draw me so many times?" 

"I've already answered that." 

"Y-Yes, but you could draw anyone else, there are a lot prettier people than me in English class." He smiled a little. "You simply stand out to me the most."

And again my thoughts were spinning, everything was spinning around me and I only saw him. 

I had the urge to kiss him, a very strong urge to do so. His lips would certainly be soft and fit mine perfectly. I just wanted to touch him, touch his hand, anything. His hair was falling over his face as it often did and I wanted to tuck it behind his ear. But I didn't move a bit and just stared at him. It was like he was hypnotizing me. 

"You're staring, you know that?" 

"Yeah," I breathed, looking briefly at his lips. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare." 

"It's okay, I understand why you're staring. I simply look good," he said and I rolled my eyes. He ruined the whole moment but I still had to smile. "You're an idiot, you know that?" "I take that as a compliment," he said and laughed. I laughed too and shook my head. 

Somehow I started liking this idiot a bit too much.

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