WATERCOLOR || Remake

Face

I hope you enjoy this BinSung lovers.

I've had this story in the works since 2021. I originally want to do a ChangLix, then I thought Minsung... But BinSung came at me and well the rest is his story.

-Soul Tracker

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Changbin sat in the art room, next to the windows, keeping his eyes fixated on the rain that rolled down the panes. His mind was a tumultuous sea of conflicting emotions. Even the rain outside mirrored his inner turmoil, a wide-open art room with loads of space, yet he stayed fixed to his usual corner surrounded by two sets of windows with his canvas. No one was within 5 feet of each other, a personal space that most were thankful for, an environment to let loose as the art teacher played some smooth music to help brains be more creative. That's what the teacher always believed in. Music is critical to opening up the heart for what to draw, and it spreads. This wasn't the case for Changbin. He didn't like when people saw his art. Looking back at his canvas, he debated what medium to use, but it wasn't a matter of choice. It was like he couldn't bring himself to start anything in class. How could he? Changbin was burdened by a weight, a weight of his increasing popularity. Not only his friends but the whole school, his father also played a role in his personality. He was the basketball captain, a mainstream idol of the school community. He wasn't allowed to be different and have a love for art. It was unheard of.

Changbin's gaze wandered to the window, his longing for freedom palpable. He yearned for the class to end, to escape to the sanctuary of his room where he could freely express his artistic desires.

"Changbin, come here for a moment, will ya?"

The teacher spoke with a smile, and with much reluctance, he pushed himself up with a light stretch and went to her office on the opposite side of the room.

"Yes, Miss Young?" The raven-haired man stood with his hands behind his back, tucking into his pocket casually, waiting to hear what she had to say. She gestured for him to sit on the stool, and he complied.

"You're failing my art class? I didn't even think that was in your vocabulary." She said as she turned her computer towards the raven-haired. Changbin gave her a look of disapproval, to which she returned that very look.

"What's your point? I suck at art; I can't help it..." He lied; to be honest, he didn't suck. It was because he was just too self-conscious of his art. He loved art but was unwilling to show it in class. His love for art was a part of his identity that he struggled to accept and express in the face of societal expectations.

"As your homeroom teacher, I'm proud to see the effort and work you put into your other classes 87, 90, 93, 95, 98..." He still couldn't figure out where she was going with this. She stood up, stepped out of her office, and approached another student. He had blonde ruffled hair, his hood slightly falling off but still on half his head. Changbin couldn't quite see his face as Ms. Young blocked the view. How long has he been in this class? He hardly recognized him.

The male followed behind her timidly, adoring his small steps. Changbin couldn't help but smile slightly at the boys' cute actions.

"Changbin this is Jisung." She stated calmly, placing a hand on his back. He slightly flinched at the gesture. The blonde looked at Changbin with wide eyes, his puffed cheeks shrinking in on himself before he stared at the floor, thinking it was too awkward to continue to stare. Changbin found it endearing that he still has some effect on making people feel nervous.

"Jisung this is Changbin. The guy I said you would help." Ms. Young stated with a smile, and Changbin was knocked out of admiration as he hesitantly stood frozen at the words that fell out of his art teacher's mouth.