Nichkhun stood by a huge oak tree as he checked his phone for the fifth time in the past five minutes. The display told him it was 2:17. Figures Junho wouldn’t be on time and yet the younger male had the nerve to remind him not to be late. With a sigh, Nichkhun's head fell back onto his shoulder as his gaze moved to the sea of sky blue. It was a perfect day: drifting wisps of clouds and a bright sun.

“Khun?”

He thought he heard his name but he was too busy enjoying the beautiful weather to use the energy to respond.

“Nichkhun?”

Nichkhun finally looked back down, only to wish he would have done so earlier. He would have enjoyed looking at the person in front of him much, much more than the blue sky above.

“Hey, Khun. Your face is kinda red, how long have you been out in the sun?”

Embarrassed, Nichkhun took a step back into the shade of the tree as his eyes casually moved to the side.

“Yeah. I’ve been waiting for Junho. He’s running late, as usual,” Nichkhun replied, unconsciously fidgeting on the spot. “Umm, what are you doing here, Wooyoung?”

“I work here, part-time.” He nodded at the store. “I just finished my shift.”

A short trill caught the end of the younger male’s sentence and Nichkhun reached for his phone. “I see… Sorry, gimme a sec.” 

Something came up, can’t make it, sry! Don’t 4get your sketch is due tmrw =)

Nichkhun couldn’t help but groan out loud as he read the message.

“What’s wrong?”

The Thai made a face. “I was supposed to meet up with Junho so I could sketch him, but now he can’t make it.”

Wooyoung curled his lips inwards, causing his cheeks to inflate to the slightest. Nichkhun turned away as he felt the blood rush to his cheeks.

“You could always sketch him some other day,”Wooyoung replied after a pause.

Nichkhun sighed. “Except I need this sketch done by tonight, so I can hand it in tomorrow.”

Wooyoung nodded slowly, his eyes following nothing in particular. “Does it have to be Junho? I mean… I got time, as long as I don’t have to hold some awkward position for like an hour or something.” An awkward laugh escaped his lips as the younger male’s eyes met his.

For the third time in a span of minutes, the Thai could feel his face heating up.

“Umm, what? No, of course not,” he replied, stumbling a bit over his words.

“No, as in it doesn’t have to be Junho, or no, I get a comfortable position to sit in?”

“Both.” Nichkhun couldn’t stop the smile that quickly spread across his face. “If you could help me that’d be great.”

The two walked off, heading to the centre of the park where Nichkhun found a huge rock that lay embedded in the ground. He sat against a nearby tree and took out his sketch book.

“I don’t think standing on a rock for an hour is comfortable,” came an accusing tone.

Nichkhun looked up hurriedly to tell Wooyoung he’d never ask him to do such a thing but stopped short when he saw the other boy’s face— Wooyoung was smirking. The older boy laughed, another grin taking over his face.

He pointed to the right side of the rock and Wooyoung obeyed, sitting down and leaning back against the boulder. After instructing Wooyoung to place his left arm on his raised left knee, and to stare off into the distance, Nichkhun began his sketch.

He was about done the outline and the figure curves. Ready to fill in the details, he looked up, just to see that Wooyoung had fallen asleep. A small smile sneaked its way onto his lips as Nichkhun couldn’t help but study the sleeping boy’s face. His eyes followed the curve of his lashes, across the bridge of his nose, down to a pair of lips that glistened as if Wooyoung had just them; the curve of his cheeks, down to his neck, along the edge of his collarbone that peeked from under his t-shirt.

Nichkhun groaned. He had better stop before he was caught staring.

He went back to his sketch, and after overcoming several temptations to just let his eyes linger on Wooyoung’s face, finally finished all the rough edges. He was in the middle of debating on whether to keep Wooyoung’s eyes closed, or to draw them open, when someone’s phone went off. Wooyoung’s eyes snapped open and he looked around, spotting Nichkhun.

“Can I grab this? Are you done?”

“Yeah I’m done.”

“Cool.”

Wooyoung fished out his cell with his right hand and pressed it to his ear. Despite Nichkhun telling him he was done, Wooyoung stayed in his position, his left arm still propped up on his knee.

“Hello? Hey Chansung— Yes I’m done work. How many times do I have to tell you? I finished at two—What? Um, I’m at the park…” Wooyoung hesitated, his eyes briefly meeting his before the younger male looked away. “Uh, sure. I’m in the middle, where all the paths cross, by the big rock. Okay, see you in a bit.” He hung up. “Sorry bout that,” Wooyoung said apologetically.

“It’s alright,” Nichkhun replied. In all honesty, he was busy adding more details to his sketch so it wasn’t a big deal. “I’m done, so you can move now.”

“I dunno, I’m pretty comfortable.”

Nichkhun laughed. “Yes, I noticed.”

He thought he saw a pink tint touch Wooyoung’s cheeks as the latter replied, “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Don’t worry about it. Junho does it all the time.”

“Oh.” Nichkhun looked up just in time to notice Wooyoung plucking a blade of grass, fiddling with it between his fingers. “Do you draw him often?” he asked.

“Hmm?” Nichkhun raised a brow, turning his full attention on the other male. “Uh yeah. I think more than half my figure sketches are of him,” he answered as he went back to his drawing. He added a few more lines, accentuating the soft features on Wooyoung’s face.

“You guys are pretty close,” Wooyoung commented slowly.

Nichkhun looked up from his sketchbook. “Yeah, he’s—”

Wooyoung’s cell went rang again, cutting him off.

“Sorry,” the boy apologized as he answered it. “Hey— What do you mean where am I? I’m by the big rock.” He stood up, dusting dirt off his pants. “Where are—” he pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it with a confused expression. “He hung up on me.”

Nichkhun fought down a smile and simply replied, “Maybe his battery ran out.”

“Wooyoung!”

“Or not.”

Nichkhun glanced around to find another boy came trudging their way. He was taller than Wooyoung with a bigger build, and Nichkhun noted that he was also good looking, but the different type of good looking. The said boy smiled at Wooyoung before looking down and noticing the other presence.

“Oh. You’re—”

“Nichkhun,” Wooyoung interrupted. “Nichkhun this is Chansung.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Chansung was still smiling. He nodded in acknowledgement, and then proceeded to raise his eyebrows. “You draw too?”

Nichkhun shot him a confused look in which Wooyoung quickly explained, “Oh, Chansung met Junho yesterday.”

“Speaking of Junho, where is he today?” Chansung asked, looking around.

“Not sure,” Nichkhun replied. “He ditched me a while back, but he’s probably at rehearsal now.” He checked the time on his cell. “I should be going,” he added reluctantly. He really didn’t want to, but he still had to add the final touches to his sketch, plus he had relatives over. He shoved his things in his bag and got up. “Thanks again, Wooyoung. Nice meeting you, Chansung.”

Nichkhun smiled at both of them as he was about to leave. For some reason, Chansung was also smiling but it didn’t seem like it was directed at him per say. And Nichkhun couldn’t help but notice the not-so-subtle glare that Wooyoung was sending to his friend.

He looks cute even when he’s mad.

Although Nichkhun had no idea what Wooyoung could be upset about, the image of the boy left him with butterflies as he headed home.