Something New Everday

Sketches & pencil marks

San pushes around a small library cart, putting the books on it back into their spots. Music plays in his ears as he does his job peacefully.

He walks down a row of books and turns into the romance section, just to be met with the one and only, Yeosang. He sits quietly in his big, purple chair which seems to engulf his whole being. It was cute.

San couldn't recognize him before as the sides of the chair covered his body, only revealing the top part of his head.

San stops dead in his tracks, the boy's beauty striking him with awe. The warm, golden sunlight shone down on his face. It highlighted the sharp, but soft features, creating the perfect masterpiece in front of him. He and Leonardo da Vinci could have a painting competition and Yeosang would still win. Leonardo da Vinci ain't got nothing on him.

San smiles so much his dimples show and his eyes turns into crescents.

Yeosang was all squished up in the big chair, still managing to have some moving space for him. His legs were pressed against his chest, holding what seemed like a sketchbook between them. He looked absolutely absorbed into whatever he was doing, a little bit of his tongue sticking out to the side even. Adorably, of course.

San was surprised to see the boy, not because he found him there, but because he wasn't reading as he usually does. Whenever he observed (read: stared at) Yeosang, he had always been reading. This time his book has been replaced with a large sketchbook and a small pencil case.

San headed towards the boy (not before placing all the books away!), trying to hide the obvious smile on his face.

San didn't want to disturb Yeosang's tranquility and focus, but he had the urge to talk to him, scared that he couldn't do so for the rest of the week.

It's okay, San... it's not like he's gonna get mad at you

"Hey," San pauses, hoping that he didn't disturb Yeosang. "What are you drawing there?"

Yeosang looks up at him and smiles. Aww, how he smiles...

Yeosang then looks down and notices that his sketchbook was wide open.

Yeosang, all of a sudden, quickly brings his sketchbook towards his chest, hiding his sketch. His cheeks are dusted with a soft red.

Damn, he's even more adorable flustered...

Before Yeosang hid his sketch, San caught a peek of what is was that he was drawing. It clearly still wasn't finished, but it was shaped sort of like an oval. Pencil lines separated the oval into four parts. There were some parts merely sketched out, but it was hard to identify when you had only 1 second to look at it.

"Oh! I-it's nothing! Just some... still-life drawings for class!" he blurts out.

San is filled with curiosity. Still-lifes for class?

"That's cool! But what are still-lifes again?" he asks with a sort of apologetic tone, worried that he would in some way offend the boy in front of him.

"Um, they're basically drawings of still things... like.... this one here!" Yeosang flips through his sketchbook and points at a detailed sketch of a potted plant. The pencil marks and lines showed the lights and darks of the plant, but they weren't all perfect, still giving it a sort of raw and beautiful look to it.

"I really like it," San compliments. Yeosang hides his face in the sleeves of his sweater as it turns red again. San could still see the beaming, but shy smile behind them though.

"Th-thanks," Yeosang giggles out from behind his sleeves.

And "for class"??

"Do you drawing or art for university?" San asks him as Yeosang returns to his drawing.

"Yeah, actually, I'm planning on going into illustration or something like that," he replies, a small glint in his eyes showing as he spoke about his dream.

"But it's gonna take quite a bit of work!" he adds, a light laugh following after.

"That's nice! I'm majoring in dance in university right now. I absolutely love performing in front of others! I love seeing people's amazed and immersed faces!" San says, a similar glint in his eyes like Yeosang had.

Yeosang looks to the side of San's head and sees the time, his eyes shooting open noticing how it was almost time for his class.

"Shoot, I'm going to be late for class! I gotta go! I can show you more drawings next time! But as of right now, I gotta hurry off!"

The boy quickly grabs his things and stuffs it in his bag and heads out the door, waving quickly at San before leaving.

San sighs, thinking about his encounter with the ethereal boy before looking down at the empty seat and noticing something left there. A metal, weighted mechanical pencil with a rose at the tip.

San picks it up and places it in the pencil holder at his desk, smiling softly. It reminded him of the boy.

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Sketches & pencil marks