𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
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"Stop moving around," Jongho mumbles, scoffing at the final product of his art as it looks nothing like San. He turns the paper around, holding it out towards the blonde with an eye roll. "How does this look?"
San takes a closer look at Jongho's drawing, rubbing his chin with a short nod with soft mumbles of incoherent words. "It looks just as bad as the others."
Jongho crumbles the paper without another word, tossing it to the side with the rest of the white crumpled paper that was scattered all around them, some torn from anger while others were crumbled. "I knew this was stupid a stupid fuckin' idea—"
"It takes time, Jonggie!" San exclaims with a pout, sitting on his knees in front of the brunette and flipping to a clean sheet. "It isn't going to be perfect the first few times, but the more you draw, the better it will get."
Jongho only sucks his teeth and crosses his arms over his chest. "Nothing is going to change. My art will only remain shitty."
"Things will change only if you believe they will," San grins, tapping his finger against the blank paper. "Try again."
With a sharp inhale followed by an eye roll, Jongho begins sketching an outline of San's face, a method he had learned from one of the members of the art club had shown him.
San moves around in his spot, positioning himself in different poses for the brunette to choose, only earning a chuckle in response.
"How's it turning?" San asked, his hands placed on his head with his body turned to the side. "Does it look as beautiful as me?"
"Nope, nothin' close to that," Jongho mutters, gripping the wooden pencil when he makes another mistake. "If only I could get your fuckin' eyes—"
"What made you want to join the art club?" San interrupted, removing his hands from his head and placing them on his shoulders instead. "I would have never guessed you'll be an artsy kinda guy."
"I'm not," Jongho huffs, shaking his head from another mistake he made. "I joined because a Hyung said I should try an' occupy myself with somethin'. It's not like I wanted to be a part of the art club... But the art club needed more members, so I jus' joined."
San slowly places his arms down, fixing his posture to face the younger male with his head tilted to the side in question. "A Hyung?"
"Yeah," Jongho hums. "The one that used to sit with us at the table. He had red hair and always looked like he's about to cry."
