Drawings

*Yeonjun sat. The graphite strokes formed the outline of a face he couldn't stop imagining: that of Beomgyu, the new kid at school. Beomgyu was everything Yeonjun wasn't: introverted, tender, with a smile that seemed to light up everything around him. Is that me? he asked, Beomgyu leaning towards him with a curiosity that disarmed Yeonjun.

Yeonjun felt his face burn. No, just... something random. Beomgyu laughed, a warm laugh, as if he didn't believe a word. I've seen you draw me before. It's good, can I see it? The new boy, so kind and tender, was talking to him