It was a usual day--his sketchpad was out and his multitude of pens lay by his side. He was out for some candid artwork, once more, and today he decided to take the statuesque man standing a few feet across as a muse. It was a rough sketch, all cheekbones and strong lines, yet the man looked aesthetically pleasing, like his profile was meant to be recreated on paper. His head down and eyes on his pad, he immersed himself in his drawing, hoping the man wouldn't mind if he ever did notice.
{ ☁ } ㅡ longer than he could guarantee, the demigod was once again spacing out. liters of thoughts swimming in his head whilst staring blankly on the sky and puffed clouds. his neck itches discomfort as time passed by hence pulling the male’s uninterested countenance away from the scenery he’s none appreciative about. a small sigh ran from the male’s mouth as he realize how he misused his time once again, weaving unhappy curves as he looked down to his foot. as he was about to march away from his idle position, he noticed another male and he’s eyes all in him. struck for a mere second before he could realize what the other was doing, kangjoon felt a shoot of guilt from moving on his spot, weird reaction but what came first to his senses was by moving, he ruined the male’s artwork. oddity in his eyes.