TR | MW [✔]

13.

Wonwoo peeked over Beomgyu's shoulder. "Show off."

Beomgyu laughed and attempted to hide what he was drawing. "I'm sorry that I've progressed from stickmen, but you haven't."

Wonwoo flapped his sheet of paper. "My stickman battle is epic."

"It's childish."

"I wasn't an art kind of kid. And you said you failed at everything at school, which was clearly a lie."

"Everything except art."

"Where you're like a mini Picasso."

"When I was drawing, or painting... or just creating, it made me feel good, and all of my troubles were gone, just for a little bit."

Wonwoo swallowed and gestured to Beomgyu's picture. "You're really good."

"Thanks... do you think Jungkook will like it?"

Beomgyu gestured to the front of the classroom. Mingyu and Jungkook were sitting together, lounging in their seats as Mrs. Cha waited for the room to settle.

"I think he'll love it."

"I'm gonna ask Mrs. Cha if I can give it to him after class. I hope it'll make up for the maggots."

Mrs. Cha cleared her throat, but it had no effect on the chatter. They only fell silent when one of the guards yelled at them from the back. Jaesuk sat a few tables away. Wonwoo ignored his stare and focused on Mrs. Cha.

"Thank you," she said. "This will be our last day on these pencil sketches."

"Thank Christ for that," Wonwoo muttered in relief.

"Have you volunteered to show your piece to the class?"

Wonwoo's cheeks flamed. "No."

"Stand up and show us."

"No, thanks."

Beomgyu snatched his piece of paper and stood up. "Here it is."

"I hate you," he mumbled.

Mrs. Cha frowned. "And can you explain your piece?"

Wonwooshrugged. "It's nothing; doodles, a stickman battle."

Mingyu laughed from the front, and Wonwoo's face filled with more heat.

"Who's fighting in this battle?"

Wonwoo shrugged. "Two armies, I guess."

"The good vs the bad?"

"Something like that."

"And where do you see yourself in the piece?"

Wonwoo frowned at Mrs. Cha and shook his head. "I don't understand."

"Are you in the picture?"

"No—"

"I think Mingyu is," Beomgyu snorted.

Wonwoo glanced up at him. "What?"

He tapped the picture. "This one with the massive coc—"

"It's a gun."

Mingyu flexed his bicep. "I've got massive guns, too."

Mrs. Cha narrowed her eyes and studied the drawing. Wonwooshuffled in his seat, and his hair stood on end. He didn't have a clue why, but her judging his random doodles was unsettling.

"Jesus, it's only a stickman picture."

"Sometimes drawings are a window into our subconscious."

"Only to barking mad people."