#one shot 02

(Part 1 of 3)

Plot: Seulgi and Jimin are Art Major seniors who are life long enemies with each other for obvious reasons.

Story:

"I don't really like big crowds
I tend to shut people out
I like my space, yeah
But I'd love to have a soul mate
And God'll give him to me someday
And I know it'll be worth the wait"

I sang along to the song while sketching on my drawing pad. I heard the door open and close as silently as possible. It's not that silent if I am able to hear it. I made a quick turn and saw Jimin froze up.

"Jimin? What are you doing in my studio?" I questioned with the pencil in my grasp.

"Chill. Mr Park told me to get the extra papers from here. I am in no place to disturb you. Or maybe...."

I threw an eraser at his direction as he jumped. Without a second to lose, I pointed to the door for him to get out as he did volunteeringly. This is like the tenth time he had tried to sneak in and take a peek at my final masterpiece. We are mortal and life long enemies. I am not going to give in that easily.

"I guess Jimin came by again?"

I nodded instinctively as I sighed and hung my head low. These few days I am having troubles drawing. Finding my inspiration. Jimin isn't helping one bit either. I looked up at Wendy who walked around my studio as if it was her first time here.

"So how's university life in Canada?"

I questioned her while standing up and heading towards the coffee machine. Well she is a guest so I have to offer her something.

"I just wished that I should have decided on schooling here instead." She sighed before making herself comfortable.

"Yeah, my life is boring without you here." I pouted as Wendy laughed.

"That's not what your Instagram says. I stalk you when I was in Canada. Asides from your aesthetically pleasing pictures, I saw the photos with other people. I'm sad."

I laughed out loud as I passed her drink. Mijoo and MoonByul are the best roommates I've known. But no one could beat Wendy. We are like meant to be with each other. I've known Wendy since elementary school. Our friendship goes so far back.

"You are~ my only one, baby~" I joked as Wendy threw a pillow at me.

"Your vocals are so nice and soothing. So why not you take Music Major instead?"

I stood up and pulled away the cloth which was covering one of my best masterpiece. Once I unveiled it, Wendy took a good stare of admiration at it as I smiled.

Artwork by: Shaylene Reynolds (credit: @/art (insta))

"Because I am this good."

"Right... this was your admission work. I remembered you begging me to be your model or muse or whatever it was. You could have got rid of the bangs though."

"Why? It looks nice with bangs."

"I hated it. Well at least you immediately got in due to this. But your voice is just as nice! It's such a waste of talent."

"If you're going to nag at me and my choices, you are more than excused to leave." I sassed pointing to the door.

"Alright, chill. I don't plan on staying here long either. Anyways, I'll be returning to Canada after your final examinations. I heard that they're going to make an exhibition for the best artwork."

I nodded as I pushed Wendy out the door. I don't know how she is always so updated on the things that goes aroumd here even. I rarely message her about it.

"I'LL BE EXPECTING SOME WONDERFUL ARTWORKS, SEUL! I'LL FUND YOUR EXHIBITION IF YOU FAILED!"

I laughed awkwardly as I waved goodbye. This is so much pressure. I'm clearly aware of how much this is important and the amount of pressure others are having on me isn't helping one bit. Once I was sure Wendy was gone, my knees felt jelly. I fell down to the floor and hung my head low. I don't know how to even start my drawing nor have any inspirations. And the deadline is coming up in another two months.

"Stand up. Seeing you on your knees like that makes me feel bad of being better than you."

I felt my eyes about to tear up as I pulled myself up. I don't even want to face the evil person in front of me.

"Come on, are you seriously crying? Don't be so weak. Since when were you this weak?"

I heard his annoying laugh as I turned my heels around. I'm not even in the mood to handle his nonsense right now. I walked past my studio and just headed straight.

"Hey, wait! Seulgi!"

I pushed the rusty gate aside as I took a step up towards the abandoned rooftop garden. Without a thought, I slumped down on the bench swing as my tears flowed down. The stress is killing me and I hate it every bit.

-

"Did you have a good time crying yesterday?"

I ignored his words and looked ahead towards the professor. Despite the finals coming nearer, he thought it would be a great idea for us to revise back on the old topics he taught.

"Are you just going to ignore me? Because I saw how vulnerable you were?"

I raised my hand almost immediately to gain the professor's attention. This annoying kid isn't helping me one bit at all.

"Yes, Seulgi?"

"Can you please send Jimin to sit somewhere else? He's interupting my train of inspiration and thoughts."

"Why so suddenly? You guys had been sitting next to each other perfectly fine the past eight months."

"His presence just annoys me now."

I felt someone pushing my arm down. I turned to Jimin who just laughed awkwardly.

"Mr Park, would you be a darling and change seats so that our Seulgi would feel at ease?"

"I'm sorry. But I get my inspirations the best from here."

I stared at him as he turned around and our eyes locked and met. I saw his evil smirk before speaking again.

"If anything, she can be the one who change seats."

"That's too bad then. This seat is where I get my inspirations too and I have no intentions to leave either." I smiled back at him.

"Just sit down quietly you two."

We both nodded as we didn't leave each other eyesights. I felt some kind of weird feeling or sensation as we both looked away.

"Are you that captivated by me? So much that you couldn't look away for a whole two minutes."

"Or maybe it's you who is captivated by me." I replied back trying my best to pay attention.

-

When the bell finally rung, I stretched my body. We greeted the professor as shut my eyes for a while as others left. I always prefered to stay back for a while as everyone leave so I'd be the last one here. I heard the sound of a camera click as my eyes shoot open.

"What the-"

"Goodbye, Professor! Kang Seulgi, aren't you leaving?"

I turned my head slightly and saw Jimin standing up watching me. His bag was slung over his right shoulder while he was carrying his drawing pad.

"What are you waiting for?" I questioned as I packed my stuffs.

"You."

"Why? I'm going straight to the studio later. You're going to try sneak a peek?"

I grabbed my bag and drawing pad before walking out the lecture hall. Jimin wasn't even that far as he caught up and walked next to me.

"No you're not."

I stopped walking and turned to him as he just smiled cheekily. What is he thinking? He grabbed my arm as we started to walk the opposite direction of the studio.

"What the hell, Jimin? Do you think this is some kind of Korean Drama? Let me go!" I yelled at him ignoring the weird glances.

We ended up being in the middle of the school garden. Which was conveniently placed in between all of the major buildings. I stared at Jimin as he soon let go of my hand and looked back at me.

"Come on. I had been watching you for a long time already."

"Yeah, I'm aware of that." I scoffed at the obvious as people walked past us.

"I know that you are stressed for inspirations. You haven't been drawing or sketching anything for your finals right?"

I paused when he asked that. Well it's not like I'm going to just admit it easily. He is my competitor. We're enemies fighting over the top spot. I want to be first and the best. Just to get that exhibition all for me. It's like a dream of mine to have my very own art exhibition. But this Jimin kid is always ruining things for me.

"You're younger than me. You're not supposed to even be in the Seniors class. So why are you here ruining my plans?!" I started to meltdown.

"Wh-what? What do you mean why?"

"Just leave me alone. You have caused enough trouble for me already." I calmed down a bit and turned back.

"Seulgi, wait. Let me help you find your inspiration."

I turned around slowly and looked at him for a while.

"Let me be your muse. Please?"

To be continued...