Drawings

Yeonjun was sitting. The graphite strokes formed the outline of a face he couldn't stop imagining: Beomgyu's, the new boy at school. Beomgyu was everything Yeonjun wasn't: introverted, sweet, with a smile that seemed to light up everything around him.
"Is that me?" Beomgyu asked, leaning toward him with a curiosity that caught Yeonjun off guard.

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