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The campus seemed quite quiet when Jinyoung walked upon it. The wind was blowing at a steady pace, the clouds grey. His hair was secured with a white beanie, black framed glasses sitting atop his nose as he walked up the small flight of stairs into the school.
It was late December. The semester was ending any day now, Holidays just passing a few days ago.
Jinyoung roomed by himself; he was lucky enough to have not gotten a roommate. He preferred to be by himself, he could focus more on his studies and most importantly, his art.
Art was his way of expression– drawing people was one of his favorites. He loved being able to capture the beauty of someone, encrypt every beautiful detail onto the paper.
His sketchbook was his own personal heaven, where he drew all of these beautiful things. He would never dare share this book with anyone, though, it could very well come across as weird if someone figured out he was just drawing students he saw on campus.
He just recently finished a drawing of this boy. This boy in his communications class. He went by the name of Youngjae, and Jinyoung thought that he needed to be added to his portrait collection, too.
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He spent a good long amount of time working on it, as most of his drawings do. But once he was satisfied with it, he tucked it back into his sketchbook and slid it onto his desk.
This morning was unlike any other morning, he walked into the school with his book bag slung over his shoulders and his sketchbook held in his arms.
He strolled into his first class, economics, and sat down in the seat. He was the first one there, per usual. He sat his sketchbook down in front of him, opened to the next blank page, and started sketching an outline of a head.
The students started to pile in, filling the seats in quickly and starting the assignment on the board. Jinyoung sighed, closing his sketchbook and moving his attention to the assignment.
The period went by quickly, the assignment being quite easy. Jinyoung stands up and pushes his chair in, grabbing his book bag off the chair and slinging it over his shoulders.
He walks down the crowded hallways to his next class, his arms closely by his side as he squeezed through people. Eventually he made it to his destination, sitting down and sighing softly.
He racked his brain for a moment as his hands tapped on the table, feeling a bit empty for some reason.
But then, he realized that his sketchbook wasn't in front of him.
It wasn't in his arms in the hallway.
He left his sketchbook, his prized possession, in his last class.
He gulps, feeling heat rise onto his cheeks.
This can't be happening, He thought to himself, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.
If someone sees my drawings... He thinks, closing his eyes and exhaling heavily.
I'm screwed.
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a/n: ayyyy first chapter! sorry it's short, chapters to come will be longer and most interesting I promise
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I hope you enjoyed! please vote / comment, I really appreciate it! thanks, ilysm~ -author em
