𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 (zb1, riize, boynextdoor imagines)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ pottery - eunseok

Word Count ⋆ 2356

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You hate pottery with every fiber of your being. You despised it that you look like you have personal issues with it but no, you just hated the fact that you are taking pottery class because your crush teaches pottery. Nothing else.

You are still not realizing how crazy it is and you are still in agonizing pain and you know it's because of pottery but still you don't wanna stop.

"Maybe I don't like him that much," you say to yourself because you know no one there in the class except the very reason of your presence there, Song Eunseok. He is so perfect at everything and everytime you see him, there's just sense of urgency telling you to run and kiss his face. But that's only an imagination and you are too coward to actually do it. And self respect to do something as disrespectful as kissing someone without their consent.

You are once again at the pottery class. You are cutting the three quarters of the clay, attempting a small vase but it is shaped weird so you have to make it all over again. You wish you could ask for help but you realize Eunseok is nowhere to be seen. This might be your chance, to push the fear away and approach the man of your dreams but you remembered the grumpy man telling the class that Eunseok had an emergency so this man who is in his late twenties is filling in.

You realized most of the students wanted Eunseok as they groaned in annoyance. Most of them were women in their late forties and fifties but that didn't stop them obsessing over the young man.

You would think he does it on purpose, making you suffer by his beauty because for a brief moment your eye meets, you can swear he is giving you a smile but that's not possible. He smiles at everybody. Even if it was a tight lip smile and he is expressionless most of the time, it still is sincere and you stop yourself before you assume you are any special.

"How is it coming along?" The woman infront of you asks, straddling the clay between her legs. You recognize her as Haneul, the flowerist next to your house, probably in her mid thirties.

"It's bad. I'm not doing it right," you complained.

"It's alright. Just shape it up slowly the same speed as the spin." She does the same with hers and makes it perfect, making you jealous.

"Are you sure this is your first pottery class?" You watched her in awe.

She cupped her mouth and whispers, "It's actually my third time. I heard the teacher is super hot. That's why I joined in."

You gave her an awkward smile. It was weird seeing all these people taking the class because of him but who are you to judge? Just because you are the same age as him doesn't give you the right to crush on him.

Just when you were contemplating whether to risk your chance with him by leaving the class, the door behind you opened. You hear relieved sighs but you didn't glance because probably the women are relieved the grumpy man left for restroom break.

Haneul turns her head. "Did you finish it yet?"

You shake your head. 

You hear Haneul clearing her throat and see her straightening up. 

"Good for you, you can do it do easily," you tell her.

You shake your head again, regretting all of your life choices.

"Why am I taking this class anyway? I don't even like pottery."

"You don't?" A deep, familiar voice asks.

You nodded, clueless who it was, while your bottoms lip folds and you are pouting like a child.

"Then you gotta learn to love it."