Through Your Lens

chapter 3: flirtatious

wooyoungs pov

a confused look formed on my face. he wants to what?

"you... want to paint me?"

"yes. i think you... have unique features, and i would like to portray your beauty onto a canvas." he says, analysing my face with a look that i hadn't seen on his face before, while one of his hands rested on my chin, moving my head side to side.

"are you up for it?"

i thought about it for a second. a talented artist wants to paint me. me. is this really happening? what if he asks me to do some insane pose, or what if he asks me to take my clothes off? okay wooyoung chill. he's not a creep. or is he? i don't even know him well enough to say he isn't.

"okay, i guess it wont harm me. but how long is this going to take? i have classes tomorrow and i do not want to get home too late."

"i would say a few hours or so, i am quite a fast painter." he reassured.

i nodded in response, walking around his dorm. i noticed that there was another room, which meant he has a roommate. just that he or she isn't here at the moment. i then made my way into his bedroom where he directed me, to change into some clothes and so that he could take in the sight of me. when i looked at the clothes laid on the bed i realised these were not going to fit. they were almost twice the size of the shirt i had on before. nevertheless i put the silk blouse on, along with these jean shorts, which were an okay fit. i was right about the blouse. it stopped at the middle of
my thighs and i chose to unbutton the first three, wanting to give an "off the shoulder" type of vibe. the jean shorts hugged my thighs, enhancing the shape of them vividly. once i had changed, i made my way back into his main room where he painted, and called out for him.

"san? i'm ready."

san's pov

i looked over to where the voice was coming from, and looked at the boy stood before me. he was wearing my
clothes, which you could tell were huge on him since he had a petite body. the jean shorts i gave him were my roommates, since they looked like they would fit him. instead, they clearly showed the shape of his thighs. when i noticed the extra detail he added, the buttons unbuttoned and showing the top of his chest, i almost lost it. i felt things. weird things. in my stomach. what is wrong with you choi? stop it. this is just a boy you're painting, nothing else. snap out of it.

"uh, you can come over here. i set up this stool for you. i would like you to sit with your legs crossed, chin in your palm, facing the left. so i can memorise your side profile." i gestured him to his seat.

"do you want me to face front doing that? or to the side?"

"front would be fine, thanks young-ah."

i began to paint.

end of san's pov

when san was mid-way painting, wooyoung could feel
his limbs starting to ache, and his stomach feeling empty. and when his stomach let out a rumble, san looked at him in confusion.

"are you hungry? we can stop and i can make you something."

hearing that made wooyoung let out an exhale of relief, san following with a hearty laugh.

"you were waiting for me to say that weren't you?"

"my arms and legs were starting to cramp up, and i'm starving. you can't blame me. i've been sat on that stool for more than an hour. you said this wasn't going to take long"

san didnt respond to wooyoungs complaints, only chuckling at his tone.

"come on, let's get you something to eat, you big baby."