2012, 3:30 p.m.
I was mindlessly drawing on my sketchbook when a familiar bob of hair popped into my vision.
"What are you doing?" He asks, curious.
I look up at him, immediately looking back to my sketch and proceeding to act like I was actually thinking about something. Else, I might just stare too long and give him the wrong idea. Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to boost his ego further.
"I'm sketching one of my friends, from our school." I say, "...I wanted to do her a favor"
"Why don't you sketch me too?" he asks excited, in the most shameless manner I know. OK, Maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration.
"I've sketched you three times already, hyung" I reply in a sly manner.
He sighs and drops himself down the couch dramatically "Come on Y/N, just one more won't hurt."
"By the way, you're really talented at this stuff. Drawing? Art? I'm not sure what to call it." he suddenly says and with a more serious expression.
"Call it whatever you want, and thank you... Very much."