The next day, I changed into a sleeveless pale blue button down shirt tucked into a pair of khaki mid-thigh length shorts, a grey oversized cardigan and white brogues. As I brushed my hair, I stared into the mirror. Big eyes stared back at me, their ashy brown orbs picturing a miserable mind, yet the face was calm and flawlessly beautiful. No one really bothered to look into my eyes, but stared at me nevertheless. To them I'm just an Ice Princess, when honestly I'm just a broken girl trying to hide from reality.
Putting a book into my satchel alongside my journal, sketchbook and some pencils, I grabbed my phone and earbuds as I walked out of my dorm. I really don't care about what everyone says about me, nor do I seem to notice a lot of it, but this time I just want to relax.
Putting the earbuds on, I played music as I walked down the corridor. The girls were either still asleep, frantically trying to find a sexy outfit that would meet the dress code, or outside watching the Kingkas. Wouldn't be awkward if I encountered him today?
I decided to head to the art room. It was kind of a sanctuary for me, because I liked to draw, and it was quiet there. People were kind to each other there, passing materials and helping to clean up a mess if there was one.
Opening the large wooden door, it seemed like there was no one inside. It was pretty early, six in the morning. I walked over to the easel by the east window, the one I always used. Sitting down on the stool, I tied my hair back and away from my face, tucking the loose strands behind my ear as I took off the cardigan I was wearing, opened the locker I used, and tugged on a loose sweater with a fox on the front. Rolling up my sleeves, I stared at the white canvas in front of me, then outside.
I always painted scenery in this room. It's because it was at the perfect angle in which I could see the rolling hills surrounded by mountains in the valley. While mixing the paints, I pondered over what I should draw.
Deciding on drawing the gaggle of trees close to the window, I picked up the brush.
What a quiet morning this is.
Baek Hyun's Point of View
I always decide to go make some art when I feel stressed or when I want to spend some time by myself. It's a soothing getaway from the stressful life of a Kingka.
Usually, when you think of Kingkas or Queenkas, you imagine someone who's got it all: looks, money, popularity, girls, talent. But it's so much more stressful than that. These constantly gurls following you and giggling over how "cute" you are, and guys all wanting to be your friend just because they might be able to scrape a few hot chicks off your list.
That's probably the reason why I'm friends with the other eleven. We don't care about the looks, money, popularity, girls, or talent. It doesn't matter to any of us whether we're popular and rich.
Sitting on my stool at the very corner of the South side of the art room, my stool level with the door, I slightly jumped when I heard the door open. Who else comes to do art at six in the morning?
To my luck, I saw a head of long, glossy, black hair poke through the door. Oh great. Probably another fan girl has come to spy on me. But surprisingly, the girl don't turn her head my way. She must've not acknowledged my presence.
Soon, her whole body was visible by me. It was nice. She was lean and skinny, and dressed properly. Gosh I sound like a byuntae. Hehehehehehehehehe. Taking my paintbrush and rolling it in my hand, I saw the girls face.
She was beautiful. Really. Too beautiful. I don't think I've never seen her before, have I? WAIT. THAT GIRL. LU HAN. YESTERDAY. Holy shit, is that the Frozen Ulzzang? She was that girl in the garden a few days ago! And I told Se Hun she was some kind of slut for us. Well, it kind of turned out to be like that. She was with Lu Han. Weird, hyung doesn't talk to girls for more than a minute though.
I really don't understand girls, which really doesn't make sense considering I've dated plenty of them. An example of my misunderstanding is sitting right in front of me.
An hour passed, and so did another. I was painting as well. It was just the two of us. I don't think she acknowledged my presence at all.
Suddenly, there was a clatter, and I looked up to see that she was done. Her hands were slightly covered in paint. Then I remembered the sinks were right next to me. She got up to wash her hands. She's going to see me!
She passed me, but then stopped in front of the sink and turned to look at me. "I was here the whole time,you know..." My voice trailed. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. She stood there for a moment, then nodded slightly before turning back to the sink to dip her hands in the cold water, the paint running off her elegant fingers and down the drain.
"So... Uh, what class are you in? I don't really see you around ," I said, trying to make conversation. Okay, I'm sounding like an idiot. Why am I even bothering to talk to her? She held a moment's hesitation before letting out a breath that carried, "3C."
"Oh. I'm in 3A, no wonder." I replied. "So, I've noticed that you go to Eloi a lot?" She nodded, then bowed slightly before taking off the smock and hanging it on the hook before exiting the art room.
This is the weirdest thing ever, but I've never stuttered in front of a girl before. This is ultimately, the weirdest encounter I've ever had with a girl. Ever.
I slumped on the stool, and turned back to the painting I was just finishing. There were two birds against a light blue sky. They looked very free. I don't know what I was thinking, but this painting came out well. That I'm glad of. Finishing the painting, I heard the bell ring, and I knew it was time for class. I draped a piece of cloth over the painting and took off my own smock, carrying myself out of the art room, with an open window and a light autumn breeze.
