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He couldn't stop his heart from racing. The thought of someone seeing his drawings made his mouth dry. He tapped his pencil on his desk anxiously as he attempted to listen to the professor speak, but couldn't stop thinking about his sketchbook.
He went the whole day worrying about it, looking and asking a few of his close friends if they had seen it. They hadn't, unfortunately. Jinyoung was boiling by the time he got back to his dorm room, flopping down into the chair at his desk. A few of his drawings were pinned up above his desk, and he was thankful that someone didn't get a hold of those.
He had the drawing of his high school friend, Yugyeom, hung up on the wall. It was one of his favorites that he's drawn, just because Yugyeom is a great profile to be drawn.
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He also had a self portrait on his wall, which was one of his assignments in his art class. He thought that it made him look better than he did in person, which is why it was one of his favorites.
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He sighed softly to himself, staring at the wall until he heard one of the school officials come over the loudspeaker, speaking to the entire campus.
"Good afternoon, students! The new semester starts today; I wish you all the best of luck in the next coming months. Dorm roommates may be changing today, since we have more students coming in this semester. Have a good night!"
They say, and Jinyoung emits another sigh. He knew he wasn't going to get a new roommate, he never has.
He couldn't get the thought of his sketchbook off his mind. He was almost emotional at the thought of losing all of his artwork.
He bit his lip, taking out a sheet of paper from his desk drawer and a pencil. He started sketching, no one in particular this time. He just started drawing a head, followed by eyes, a nose, a mouth.
He started drawing how he felt, he realized. Bags under the drawing's eyes and a slight frown on his lips. Cheeks flushed pale white and hair darting in all different directions.
"Is this room 120?"
He heard a voice say, nearly startling him half to death. Jinyoung quickly sets down his pencil, turning to face the other. He was decently tall, blond hair thrown behind a pink hat. He wore a black sweatshirt, dark washed jeans.
"Hello?" He says, and Jinyoung's eyes widen.
"Sorry. Yes, this is room 120." Jinyoung says, standing up and straightening out his shirt.
"Nice. I'm Mark," he says, extending his hand out. Jinyoung nods, shaking his hand.
"So uh, I'll take the top bunk, then?" He says, and Jinyoung cocks an eyebrow.
"What do you mean? Why are you here?" Jinyoung says, nervously biting his fingernails.
"I'm your roommate? I just transferred from America a few weeks ago," he says, setting his bags down.
Jinyoung's heart started racing even faster now. The room was full of his own things, even the upper bunk had sheets and pillows on it even though he never slept on it.
"O-Oh," he says, nodding. "I'm, uh, Jinyoung. Park Jinyoung," he says, and Mark nods.
The other settles himself on the top bunk, unzipping his book bag and taking a laptop out. Jinyoung could see all of his books, and one in particular thing that caught his eye.
Sitting in Mark's book bag, was a black sketchbook.
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a/n: hello maaaaaaark
this story is going somewhere I promise lmao
+ also! there is now a spanish translation of this story! you'll find it on my profile under the 'translations of my stories' reading list. it's being translated by the wonderful retro-jams , give her a follow! she's amazing ❤️❤️
I hope you enjoyed! please vote / comment, I really appreciate it! thanks, ilysm~ -author em
