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Mingyu is an art student, having an artblock for this assignment because they have to draw a portrait that enhances and highlights “eyes is the mirror of your soul” so Mingyu had a very hard time finding inspiration or even a model that has such eyes. eyes that show their feelings, or as Mr Kim said “eyes that could tell you their story, even in complete silence”. It's not that he didn't try—hell he tried everything, lots of models, his friends, his family, nothing. He will stop drawing and start having a mental breakdown whenever he starts drawing their eyes because he can't seem to find the “story” behind those eyes. like okay there are emotions, there are feelings, but where is the “story”? God, people will look at him weirdly if he tells them this. At one point, he started blaming himself for being too perfectionist and maybe delusional, maybe there's no such thing as “eyes that could tell stories, even in complete silence” maybe Mr Kim was just being annoying so none of them would get a perfect score.
He sighed as he was walking towards the train, he let out another internal sigh when he saw the tons of people around him. “Cheers to a 60 minutes of train ride full of people who probably didn't even shower in the morning”. The train ride was—bearable. Maybe he was lucky enough today that no one actually forgot to wear their deodorant. “Gangnam-gu, Gangnam-gu, please mind your steps and take all your belongings with you.” He heard the announcement and smiled a little, by this station most of them had already gone out so he finally could sit. That's when he heard a grunt, oh god he stepped on someone's foot. “I'm so sorry—" his apology was cut short when he was trying to look the person in the eyes because—god, his eyes. It's just your typical hazel eyes, half hidden by the circle framed specs the person is wearing but no. That's not the case for this person because how on earth did his hazel eyes just show Mingyu such an expression and feeling? Why? Why do his eyes look so sad? he is half shocked yet trying to form a smile when mingyu apologized but no, that eyes did not say “it's okay”. It's just so devastatingly beautiful and Mingyu just stood there in awe until that guy rushed to go out of the train. Probably because it's his stop. But not for Mingyu, he is so sure he looks like a pervert or a stalker right now but fuck it. He is trying to grasp and remember every tiny bit of detail of the eyes, the pair of eyes that hold so many emotions. So it actually exists and he is not crazy. He instantly starts sketching, he will not let this inspiration go. He actually finished the sketch before he even arrived at his stop and spent the whole night finishing the drawing. He just can't stop even though he hasn't eaten anything yet since morning but no, nothing is stopping him.
He kept thinking of him—the guy with that devastatingly beautiful pair of eyes.