Credits to the original artist of the drawing/ painting you are very talented 💐
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Hyunjin Hwang
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He's so perfect.
How could I forget him.
I remember sitting in class across from him, he was sleeping peacefully on his book, and I took the opportunity to sketch him.
His pretty lips, his pretty freckles, his perfect face and fluffy dark brown hair. Beautiful...
I can't get him out of my head and now my coffee table is cover with sheets of paper, decorated with sketches of him.
I reach down to pick my drink and take a sip but when I set it down it slipped and spilled all over the table drowning the pictures.
"Oh, shit, shit, shit!" I groaned in annoyance. I heard a knock on my door, one of the maids came over to help but I told her to get the door instead.
"Hyunjin?" I heard a voice call out.
Fuck, I forgot he was coming over.
I look up to see Bangchan standing there watching me scramble to save what was left of the sketches.
"Damn, what happened here?" He laughed
"Nothing just a stupid accident." I swore under my breath as I took a towel the maid was holding out for me, I dry my hands.
Bangchan picked up one of the sheets of paper.
"Who's this?" He asked. I snatched it out of his hands, "It's nothing." I said crumbling it up inu hands. "Well it doesn't look like nothing. Your drawings are still amazing." He replies.
"Thanks, it's just random doodles." Like anyone would believe that crap, I don't even believe it myself. It if it was true they all wouldn't be of the same person and let alone I would draw so many of them.
"I heard Jisung just got out." Bangchan sighs sitting down on the couch across from me. "Yeah he did, I'm trying to find a position for him at the company."
"How's he taking it?"
I pause and the room goes quiet for a moment. "He's okay I think. I hope so." Bangchan nods in response.
He talked for a while longer then we had planned too, we talked about our time in college, who faught, who we hooked up with.
We avoid any mention of Changbin...
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After Bangchan leaves I showered dressed myself and decided to go for a drive. It's one of many things that I do when feel stressed.
Stressed alot theses days.
My father...
My company...
Jisung and his plans.
Hell, Yang Jeongin is even started to get too me now.
I drive for a while when I start to pass a familiar convenience store, and someone with blonde hair wiping the tables outside.
I reverse and parallel park by the sidewalk. I get of of my car and walk inside, the bell rings alerting him he has a costumer.
"Hello, how can I help you?" He says with a cheerful voice, his voice is sweet and gentle. He doesn't see me as he's organizing a shelf of bento boxes.
He finally looks up and shock ran across his face.
"Mr.Hwang? W-What are you doing here?" He stammers a bit. Cute...
"I was just driving and I saw you here. Working." I answered while approaching him. "I see you've found another job."
"Another job? So I did get the role?"
"I never said you didn't. I'm sorry if things didn't move as quickly for you to get another job."
"No, no, it's okay." He's shakes his and chuckles. "You should quit now." I said and again he looks at me with adorable shocked face.
"You can't work too jobs. Not at my company at least. I need you to be available to me for practically the whole day. I'm pretty sure Miss Hong told you you need to be on time now matter what."
"Oh, well yes I-"
"Good, Miss Hong will send you your schedule. Have a good night Mr.Lee" I turn to leave when I felt him grab my arm softly. I turn around to look at him.
"Thank you."