It was a quiet afternoon in the studio, sunlight slanting through the tall windows and painting soft gold across the floor. Eunji sat cross-legged at the corner table, her sketchbook open, pencil moving in loose, thoughtful strokes. She wasn’t thinking about what she was drawing—just letting her hand move, like she always did when she needed stillness.
She barely noticed when Rora wandered over, sipping from a thermos. “You’ve been in the zone today,” Rora said, peering over her shoulder. “What are you working on?”
Eunji blinked, then looked down at the page—and paused. A boy’s profile stared back at her, half-finished and unmistakably familiar. Tousled hair, focused eyes, the sharp line of a jaw softened by something gentler in his expression. It was Seojin.
“Oh,” she said quietly. She hadn’t meant to draw him.
Rora leaned closer, her brows rising just slightly. “That’s new.”
“It’s nothing,” Eunji said quickly, flipping the page. “I wasn’t really thinking.”
Hyeri, who’d just walked in, caught the tail end of the moment. “Did she draw someone without realizing?”
Rora smirked, glancing at her.
Eunji let out a soft groan. “You two are reading way too much into this.”
“Are we?” Rora said, sitting on the table’s edge.
Hyeri teased, “So… are we just going to ignore the fact that Eunji accidentally sketched Mr. Anonymous Guy?”
Eunji laughed softly. “Can we not make this a thing?”
Hyeri smiled, asking, “We’re just saying. That’s some serious subconscious pencil work.”
Eunji closed her sketchbook. “Alright, alright.”
“It’s not like that,” Eunji said, though her voice lacked conviction. “I don’t even know him that well.”
“He’s different. Quiet, but thoughtful. I feel like… like I’m seeing a part of him he hasn’t figured out how to share yet.”she admitted .
Rora exchanged a look with Hyeri before saying softly, “That sounds like the way you talk about your art.”
Eunji smiled faintly, fingers brushing the edge of her sketchbook. “I don’t know where this is going. But I’m not scared of it. Not like I used to be.”
Hyeri folded her arms, thoughtfully. “You don’t need to know. Just keep drawing what feels honest. The rest will follow.”
Rora nodded, her voice teasing again but warm. “And if it happens to be Mr. Anonymous Guy again, well… we’ll pretend not to notice.”
Eunji laughed, letting the sound fill the studio. She still didn’t have answers—but for the first time, she wasn’t rushing to find them. For now, it was enough to draw, to breathe, to feel the shift inside her as something quiet and new began to take root.
A few weeks later, Eunji stood just outside the gallery hall on campus, her sketchbook clutched to her chest. The student art exhibit was already in full swing, voices echoing through the open space, mingling with soft music and the occasional clink of plastic cups.
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