You were never supposed to seeΒ
P1: In the margins
MDNI
Pairing: college au!hyunjin x reader
Summary: After picking up the wrong notebook you find Hyunjin's been sketching you. The problem? You and him have never even spoken to each other.
warnings: erm nothing much i think if future parts are posted there may be smut?
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a/n: this is my first fic in a hot while please be nice!!!!!
The art studio was unusually quiet.
Only the scratching of pencils on the (quite frankly) worn paper and the occasional shuffle of paper filled the room as everyone worked on their respective assignments. Sunlight streaming through the tall windows, painting everything in gold.
You sat in your usual seat.
And unfortunately, so did hyunjin.
Not that he was unpleasant but he hadnβt made the effort to talk to you or even interact with you.
For nearly 3 months, youβd been seatmates in professor Kimβs art class. Three months of sharing supplies when someone forgot theirs, silently passing reference sheets down the row, and occasionally muttering βsorryβ when you accidentally brushed each other.
That was pretty much the extent of how much you interacted.
He kept to himself.
And to be honest, so did you.
You weren't even sure if he had ever even said your name throughout the time you had known each other , nevertheless knew your name at all.
βAlright everyoneβ Professor Kim announced to the room βWeβll continue critiques next class. Leave your work out to dry, you can pick it up during your free period later.β
The room erupted in movement.
Students packed their bags, books, sheets, supplies and rushed for the door. Urgent to get to their next lecture.
You gathered your things quickly. You too had another lecture in 5 minutes and it would be a miracle if you even had time to use the bathroom.
Without paying attention, you grabbed your sketchbook from the corner of the table and shoved it in your bag.
Or at least what you thought was your sketchbook.
It wasn't until later that evening that you had noticed.
Sprawled across your dorm bed, ready to finish my project, something just felt off.
The cover was identical, same pristine sheen- managing to avoid the hells of ink staining.
Same worn corners.
Same spiral binding.
But when you opened it?
The first page wasn't yours.
Your stomach dropped.
βOh my god.β
It was hyunjins.
You immediately sat up. You should probably text someone. And it's not as if hyunjin isn't a popular guy- heβs well known for his good looks, confidence and his outgoing nature, when it comes to you?
It's like talking to a brick wall.
Returning it tomorrow would be your best bet. You should just close it and not look. Absolutely do not look at all.
That lasted about all of three seconds as the next page flips open, from the gentle breeze from the open window. Look it may seem ironic and cliche but dorms are humid and muggy and if the windows are not open? It's the reincarnation of hell.
And what you see makes your hair rise and your breath freeze.
A portrait.
It couldn't even be counted as a sketch considering it was detailed enough to be considered a photograph- had hyunjin been taking up photography too? How much did I not know about him?
Yet as you stare in disbelief it clicks to you.Β
The picture was of a girl in the studio framed by the huge window, looking out into the scenery, her hair covering her face making her unknown. But to me?
You know that girl, it's your bag. And your hoodie. It was you sitting with my head resting on your palm.
Slowly, you turned the page.Β
Another sketch. You. standing outside the arts building, coffee cup still steaming and in your hand.
Another of you laughing at something the classmate who sits in front of you said- hiding your smile in the hem of your hoodie.
Another.
Another.
Another.
Every single image was you.
Some were rough and unrefined but still detailed enough to know it was you.
Some were partially complete, with areas smudged, as if had, someone looked over he would've been caught red handed.
Some were so detailed you could see every stray hair and the freckles that lightly dusted your ears? Who looks at ears anyways?
The dates in the corner went back weeks, months. Specifically 3 months ago.
There must have been more than 30 sketches.
These weren't the sketches of someone quickly finding a muse but intentionally like each stroke of the pencil was to memorise the subjects face in terrifying detail.
Flipping to the last page your heart drops, and coincidentally so does the sketchbook.Β
And what stares back at you is an image dated for today.
You are sitting beside him in class, headband over your assignment .
Completely unaware.Β
At the bottom corner, in the smallest handwriting ever seen was a note.
Cant stop drawing her
A knock sounded against your dorm door.
You jumped.
Then, your phone buzzed as if sensing your crisis.
0788*******-- hyunjin:
I think you accidentally took my sketchbook.
Another message appeared almost instantly.
0788*******-- hyunjin:
And I have yours.
Three dots appeared.
Disappeared. They reappeared again.
Then-Β
0788*******-- hyunjin:
Please don't open it.
You stared at the message then the sketchbook then the message again.Β
It was already too late
A minute later another message pops up.
0788*******-- hyunjin:
Thinking about how long it has been, I think you already have.
You were never supposed to seeΒ
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