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when he draws you | bts | oneshot

Second Person POV

He sat at his desk in the early morning. He hadn't been able to fall asleep all night. He had no clue why he couldn't sleep but what he did know was that he had the overwhelming desire to draw. He had no clue what exactly he was going to draw but that would come to him when the pencil hit the page.

He got a few art supplies out of the draws in his desk and carefully placed them down. He flicked through his sketch pad to a blank page and stared at it blankly. He thought about how he felt as he usually drew his feelings. After quite some time of thinking he came to a conclusion. He felt lonely. He felt so utterly and hopelessly lonely. And so he started to draw.

The layers of graphite on the pencil slowly slid onto the page as time went by. The sound of furious scraping and scratching filled the room as he drew. He couldn't tell if the wetness running down his face was tears or beads of sweat anymore. The pencil was so worn down at this point that attempting to use it was pointless. There was no need to anymore anyway as he was done.

He leant back on his chair to look at what he drew, surprised at what he saw. He had drawn a young girl, seemingly around the same age as himself. She was pretty. She was so effortlessly, jawdroppingly pretty. He had no idea where a girl like that had came from in his mind but nevertheless she had.

"I'll call you Y/n."

All of a sudden, he felt tiredness sweep over him. The urge to sleep too strong to ignore anymore. He turned off his lamp, slid under the covers and drifted off to sleep. Just as he was going to sleep, he made a wish. A wish that you were real. A wish that he could hold you in his arms. A wish that you could be the cure for his loneliness.

Little did he know that by wishing that he was bringing a life into the world that evening. Somehow, with a little bit of magic, a girl called Y/n was brought to life in the middle of the forest near his house. The first and only thought on her mind being about him. She could feel his loneliness. She could feel everything that he was feeling. She was his soulmate, after all.