wanna one imagines

b a e j i n y o u n g

w h e n   p e n c i l   m e e t s   p a p e r

my pencil meets paper. my hand intricately draws shapes of different sizes, and structures. it was a picture of a man. a man of my ideal type. slightly tanned skin, small face, brown hair, and a great smile.

i pin it on my art wall, and go to sleep.

* * *

morning

i stretch my body as a yawn comes out of my mouth. i put my feet on the cold hardwood floor, and see something very unusual.

"ahhhhhhhhh!", i scream at the naked man on the floor.

"w-what?", he stands up. i protect my eyes with my comforter.

"y-yah. w-why don't you have clothes on?", i ask, a light shade of pink on my cheeks.

"oh. are you the person that drew me?", i hear him say.

"c-can we talk after you put some clothes on?"

* * *

"so, how are you alive?", i ask him, eating my pancakes.

"um. i don't really know.", he answers.

"do you have a heart?", i question.

"what's that?", he wonders.

"it's under here.", i put my hand on my heart. "do you hear something beating?"

he shakes his head, no. i tilt my head. so, he doesn't have a heart.

is this real, i ask myself multiple times.

"how are you even real?", i pinch his arm, but he doesn't feel anything.

how can he just turn into a human from something i drew?

i check my calendar on my phone, and choke as i see the mark saying 'first day of senior year, highschool'.

how could i forget?!

"y-yah! i've gotta go.", i run to my room.

"w-where are you going?", he follows me to my room.

"i'm going to school, and today is the first day!", i yell in panic, going into my closet and quickly putting on a sundress, and sandals.

"do i follow you?", he questions from outside. i bite my lip.

"wear this!", i hand him an oversized sweater and my nice sweatpants.

"c'mon! hurry!", i rush, checking the time every second. as soon as he gets out of my room with clothes on, i grab his hand and go swiftly out the door.

* * *

"i'm really sorry we're late, sir.", i apologize to the principal.

"um. i-i had to pick him up. uh—h-he's my mother's best friend's son, that will be attending here.", i lie.

"what's his name?", the principal asks.

"u-uh—j-jinyoung! jinyoung!", i quickly come up with my cat's name.

"last name?"

"bae? bae jinyoung, sir.", i answer.

"um. i don't see a bae jinyoung here.", the principal says.

"huh? oh—t-that's because. um.", i start sweating.

"i think my mom forgot to transfer me.", jinyoung cuts in. i look at him with wide eyes.

"y-yes! that's it.", i panic.

"well, tell your mother to call us after school, okay?"

"yes, sir.", i answer for jinyoung.

"you may go to your classes."

* * *

"yo, that was cool! good save, jinyoung!", i punch him lightly on his arm.

"jinyoung?", he looks at me with raised eyebrows.

"that's your new name.", i smile.

"jinyoung. hmm. i like it.", he laughs.

he has a great laugh.

and it was weird, realizing that i was falling in love with a piece of paper.

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inspired by the the comic my smart boy.

hope y'all enjoyed this one 😊💕