𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩

H W A L L ; T H E B O Y Z

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y/n pov

as the bell rang, signalling lunch– i got my sketchbook, pencils and such, heading for my secret hideout.

the hidden garden.

i was walking around the school one day, in hopes of finding good places to sketch at. then i suddenly just bumped at a branch of a tree, tripped at a bunch of bushes and blinked my eyes at the sight of the beautiful garden. there were benches, and i thought, maybe this wasn't meant to be hidden at all.

i head to the bushes were i cut some for me to go in, and quietly gasped.

"why is he here.." i muttered, to see how he strokes his pencil in his sketchbook. 

let me introduce him, my senior, heo hyunjoon– or hwall, which he most likely tells everyone.

he has been one of my inspirations, 

he probably takes up more than half of my sketchbook.. yeah if you don't get it, i like him.

i awkwardly cough a bit, trying to get his attention, "may i sit here?" i asked, surprised that i wasn't stuttering. 

"do i own the chair?" cold, i know. "suit yourself," he sighs, his gaze never leaving the sketchbook as he continued to draw something.

i sat at the bench in front of him, still awkward. i sigh as i focus on the sketchbook i was holding, blank but peaceful. the breeze was enough to lift my skirt up but also not strong enough to make my art spirit disperse with it. 

as i look in front of me, behind the sketchbook, i was greeted by a frustrated hwall. i didn't ask though, i didn't want to ruin his mood more. 

i started drawing the swinging trees behind him, and i suddenly found myself having him in my drawing again.

i tried erasing and erasing but my hands just got its own power. i sighed in deep frustration as i let myself draw him despite my mind opposing.

when i tried looking in front again, i found him nowhere. i tried looking around and was surprised to see him taking off his jacket beside me. i quickly hid my sketchbook behind me, turning beet red. 

he suddenly threw the jacket on my lap, making me wince.

"its making me upset that you're a girl and you don't take care of your body. its disturbing, too." he said and left to sit again.

i was speechless. despite his harsh comment, i turned more red and continued on my drawing. 

then the bell finally rang. as i turned to look once again at my finished drawing and at the real one, he was gone.

wait, how about his jacket?

i thought but smiled it off, thinking that its another chance of talking to him.

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"okay class," my art teacher said, "please pass all of your sketchbooks today." i widened my eyes. 

my sketchbook is full of him.

"w-why?" i asked, the other confused as i am.

"unexpected? not. class, i told you that you all have to fill your sketchbooks by this day." she sassed, and as i looked at my sketchbook, it was full, but..