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Okay so, I'm not the best person to listen to about this, but don't go to art school. I am this close to dropping out. I'm out here, trying to make my dreams come true but I'm just TIRED and BROKE. Right now I'm sitting in a Starbucks writing a paper on why I think drawing in black and white is better than in color. What even is the fuckin point of this?? I’m going to lose my MIND. Coffee is the only good thing in this world. It is warm and brings me comfort. Who needs a boyfriend when you have coffee? I’m so lonely and tired.
I got so stuck in my own thoughts, I didn’t even notice Hyunjoon plop down next to me. His head is just on the table. I take my headphones off and look at him. Before I can say anything, Jaehyun walks over with another coffee for me, and an iced coffee for Hyunjoon. He sits down next to Hyunjoon and starts to pet his hair softly. Hyunjoon raised his head only to drink his coffee. Hyunjoon looks like shit, holy fuck. There are bags under his eyes and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.
“Kevin.. Do you have your colored pencils.” His voice is super hoarse. He really hasn’t slept. I just want to tuck him in and kiss his forehead so he sleeps soundly.
“Yeah… Uh lemme look.” Where the FUCK are my colored pencils?? Oh there we go.
“Here.” Hyunjoon pulls out his sketchbook and opens it to a half finished page.
“My professor gave us two fucking days to design an outfit that we would actually wear. I passed out trying to do this last night. Plus my red colored pencil snapped, so I have to get new ones.” From what I can see, the design is already cute, it’s just not fully colored.
“If she turns it around and we have to sew this entire outfit ourselves for our final, I’m going to kill myself.” I can see why his pencil snapped before, he’s very aggressively coloring. I’m glad Jaehyun went to grab his hand before he broke mine.
“Joon, calm down, color slower. Drink your coffee.” Hyunjoon just nods and eases on the coloring. If he broke my pencil I would’ve had a mental break down in this Starbucks. My mom got me those…
“I’m just exhausted. Sorry.” Jaehyun just pats his head again. I save my paper, I wasn’t going anywhere with it anyways, and put my laptop back in my bag.
“Let me help you, tell me where to color.” He points to certain areas and tells me what colors to use and I obey. He’s helped me out with this before, might as well return the favor. Jaehyun had to leave for class soon after, he kisses our cheeks before he leaves, as always. When we finish coloring I walk Hyunjoon to his class. He says there’s a really cute boy in it and he’s afraid to see him alone. Today I don’t have any morning classes so I think I’m just gonna chill and draw for a while. There’s an on campus garden that’s super calming and I love drawing there. Sometimes when I’m there, there’s a brown haired boy with a guitar. Not to be dramatic but I’m like, 1000% sure I’m in love with him. His voice is like honey and he definitely composes his own songs and they are GORGEOUS. If I could keysmash out-loud that would accurately depict how I feel about him.
I’m at my usual spot and he’s not here today. I am deeply saddened. So what I don’t know anything about him, not even his name, but I know he is my soulmate. Is it creepy that I secretly draw him all the time. Like, half of my sketchbook pages are him. Oh fuck he’s coming oh fuck oh shit. Keep it calm, Kev, be chill. HE SMILED AT ME. AAAAAAAAAAAAA. Look down look down. I hope he can’t see me blushing. I can’t help but start drawing him again. He’s just so, nice to draw. Ooohh he singin again. Who knew a person could melt a million times a year just because of someone’s voice. Wait a second. Someone else is here? They’re talking? They must be friends. Am I jealous? Of course not, I don’t even know his name. Wait. The friend called him Jacob, is his name Jacob? Jacob is such a pretty name. Oh no he saw me staring.
“Can I help you?” His friend has a harsh, yet joking tone and I’m a little scared.
“S-sorry.” Maybe Jacob giggled at me blushing. GIGGLED. I am DYING. I’m trying to hide my face in my sketchbook, until it’s ripped out from under me.
“Whatcha drawin? Wait is this Jacob?” Pretty sure he’s Jacob stands and looks at my sketchbook. Out of pure fear, I stand too. Well, barely standing, my legs are ready to give out.
“This is really good.” Jacob smiles at me and I am once again melting.
“Are you an art major?” I can’t seem to say any words so I just nod. Friend starts to turn pages and I start to panic.
“N-no don’t I-” He pulls it out of my reach and flips through the other Jacob drawings.
“How many times have you drawn him?” I hide my face in my hands, I have definitely lost any chance that I could of had with the love of my life. Or so I think until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up and Jacob is standing there smiling at me! And he’s trying to give me my sketch book back!
“Sorry about that, Chanhee can be mean sometimes. I’m Jacob, I really like your drawings.” I take back the sketch book and my hand touches his and I feel like I’m going to faint.
“I-I’m Kevin.” He smiles at me again.
“Well, Kevin, I give you my permission to draw me all you want.” I hug my sketch book as he smiles at me and starts to walk away. Jacob picks up his things from under the tree and waves goodbye as he walks away with Chanhee. My legs finally give out and I just sit under the tree, staring at where he was just standing.