Backpack hung over his shoulders Byunghyun makes his way across the sidewalk eyeing the people he pass by who look the same— okay maybe not. But he bets he’ll hear the same stories over and over again.
Bored. Bored. Bored was all he was till someone kept him entertained. Riding the skateboard the yellow rays of the sun glints on his locks simply blinking away thoughts that rush by him. Of what’s he to do next go back to the apartment? Play on the skate park or— Byunghyun stops midway just two metres away from another man. Who happens to be sketching the buildings on opposite of him. He looks over o the buildings then at him and the man doesn’t look up once somehow the youngers curiosity tings him to get closer.
And so he does taking small steps carrying his skateboard in hand peeking over to see the white paper adorned with clear graphical lines of the architecture that makes Seoul so beautiful. Byunghyun hesitantly extends his hand out and starts poking the mans head who doesn’t seem to fidget even the slightest and annoyance seeps in him and he flicks Minsoo’s head.
“You! Are you a ghost or something?!”
Nimble fingers were charcoal black from excessively shading in the shadows of the building. Eyebrows furrowed with concentration as he was crouched down, having a more elevated look of the buildings. Minsoo surely wished he was a better artist, to him he was just an amateur. He wasn’t that skilled, but sure enough i was something he loved to do.
It was a perfect day to draw, he was off on his small quick jobs that coughed up cash just for him to get by. Licking his chapped lips slowly, he felt an annoying poke at the back of his head, turning his head to look at the perpetrator, a sight of a short lad, seeming very hipster-ish and with a skateboard too. Minsoo didn’t know he was crouched down on the middle of the sidewalk either. Clearing his throat as he stood back up, arching a brow at the shorter lad.
“Well obviously not since I am not pale like a doll.”
He chuckled softly, holding his sketchbook with one hand, fixing his beanie with the other. “Sorry–was I in your way?"