jacob bae was never one who took interest in any type of art unless it had anything to do with music. because of that reason, he never expected to feel drawn to the boy who walked into music class each day with paint splattered on his dark jeans and traces of marker on his fingertips. who the hell was he, and why was he so god damn beautiful?
something told him that he had to get closer, to know what the boy was like. he hadnt felt like this in what seemed like forever, so there must be something about that specific boy for him to feel so in love with a stranger.
kevin moon. jacob had figured out his name from roll call. honestly, he had no idea why the teacher said his name with such a venomous tone. personally, jacob thought that the colorful marks he left on the keys of the piano he played were beautiful, but maybe thats because he thought that kevin was beautiful.
"bae, pay attention, for the last time!" he was so close to apologizing and saying that he was distracted by a certain kevin moon before realizing that said kevin moon was in the same room as him. he never caught the small smile that the ravenette gave him whenever he would exasperate the teacher.
jacob felt a strong pull towards each art museum he passed by whenever walking to wherever he was going, and he knew exactly why. he didnt mind why, as well, it wasnt so bad to fall in love.
kevin seemed inhumanly perfect to jacob, with his cat like eyes and prominent cheekbones. whether there was a stripe of what looked to be the best color— only on kevin, though— across his sleeves or not, he thought that he was beautiful.
jacob bae so suddenly felt attracted to art, only because of one person he wished to call his.
