Today I drew him.
I didn't mean to. I bring my sketchbook to the shop most days, but I've been distracted the past few.
I wanted to ask him if it was alright to capture his likeness within the pages of my sketchbook, but I knew that my voice would fail me. I drew him anyway.
Not to be creepy, I'm not a stalker I swear. But with his sharp jawline and perfectly tousled hair, the pencil seemed to move before my mind had a say in the matter.
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Graphite Smudges | YoonSeok
Fanfiction"It's amazing how you can preserve someone's beauty with just the flick of your wrist and some smudges of graphite."
