Hyunchan Highschool AU (yearning artist X clueless writer) — both of them are twenty-one (third-years).

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Hyunjin is a damn good artist who is yearning for the campus sweetheart, Christopher Chahn Bahng (Just call him Bang Chan, dude).

He's dramatic. Shy. Loud. Hopeless. Chaotic. His dog, Kkami is his name, may have better chances to get a kiss from him rather than his own crush, and he would rather cry and draw a million paintings instead of being upfront about his feelings.

He makes art, he's a masterpiece himself, and he knows that damn well.

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The art room of the school is always messy and a little quiet.

Okay, maybe a little too quiet. It gets lonely in there.

But Hyunjin is much better alone (that's what he thinks) with his thoughts. Being alone means he can blabber to himself and be dramatic about small details in peace without people saying:

"It's just a painting. Calm your balls."

Like hell is Hwang Hyunjin calming down his damn balls.

Right now? He's in a corner whispering to his canvas aggressively.

"No, no, no, no, no," he scoffs, throwing his hands up and accidentally sprinkling a few drops of paint onto his face. His nose now looks akin to one of a clown, with thick, red acrylic paint dripping down the tip. Amount of fucks given? Zero.

"This is not the vibe. We're going for yearning, not constipation!"

He leans back in his chair, squinting at the canvas before sighing softly, opening his Emotional Support Sketchbook #2.

This time the sigh he lets out is dreamy as he stares at one of his sketches.

A boy.

Christopher Chahn Bahng.

Asleep.

With messy hair and parted lips.

Pen still held loosely in his hand.

Hyunjin can almost hear the soft snores.

Perfect.

"You're so pretty," he murmurs to himself.

"WHAT."