Baekho cleared his throat, sending a smile in the general direction of the students.

"I want you to draw this draping for today’s task." He announced and pointed to the fabrics that were neatly draped around the mannequin.
The students nodded, listening carefully as Baekho kept talking, speaking about the beautiful purple color of soft silk, the sharp lines of the folds, the details and ornaments on a light colored but heavy wool material and the shine of the metallic faux leather.
It wasn't really important what he told them because basically Baekho was only talking for the sake of conditioning the innocent and unaware students.
He had to suppress a snicker because it was just some weird way of his and it only ever really worked once but it was a challenge for them never the less.
By giving all those details about what the students were to draw he wanted to see how many of them would look at the still life through their own eyes after he'd told them all the things he seemingly considered pretty about it.

He finished his little speech and turned to the students clapping his hands together and sticking his elbows out to the sides.
"Alright get started. You got 30 minutes." He ordered and within seconds the room was filled with rustling noises as the students pulled their materials out. 

Slowly the air got invaded by the sound of quiet concentration and Baekho fought hard to resist his urge to walk around the room and steal glances at the works in progress.
He didn't want to scare the students off with overly observant and critical eyes on their first project, they were about to be quite confused a couple minutes later anyway.

His eyes stayed glued to the clock above the door only occasionally stealing glances at the students covering their white sheets with colors.
30 minutes passed fast for the aspiring designers, not so fast for Baekho through and he was itching to see the results of their first assignment.
When the time was finally up Baekho walked to the front, standing in front of the mannequins with a smile.
"Time's up." He said and heard a few growls, a couple hectically executed last of a brush against paper.

He told the students to turn their papers so everyone could have a look at the others work.
Hesitantly the students did as they were told, some interestedly looking at their classmate’s works, others keeping their eyes to the floor in embarrassment.
Baekho took the moment to take in every single painting.

All of them were pretty, some really beautiful with interesting compositions, detailed shapes and color arrangements.
Some students had kept the colors clear, just as they came from the palette others had mixed and blend them together, creating different colors and shades.
All those drawings had one thing in common though; they displayed as many details as possible of what Baekho had pointed out beforehand.
It was something Baekho had expected, he knew it was always hard to concentrate on the details one wanted to point out when the head was set on fitting expectations instead of capturing what caught ones personally interest.

He glanced over the drawings once more, nodding his head before a smile crawled onto his lips.

“Alright…now rip those apart.”
Beakho ordered and the students gasped, some stared at their drawings, scanning them for possible flaws.
Bakeho smilled gently.
“Rip them.” He ordered again a little encouraging and soon the sound of ripping papers filled the room.
Baekho nodded.
“All of your drawings were great.” He said pointing at the pile of paper that sat in the middle of their small circle.
“But they all were drawn with the thought of fitting my expectations, am I right?”
The students exchanged some glances; some nodded at each other or whispered quietly.

"You know what I consider art to be?"
All eyes went on him.
"It's a form of expressing yourself, your feelings, thoughts, emotions and the like. So I ask of you to never draw anything in this class to fit someone else’s expectations."
He paused, letting his eyes travel over the students faces.
"We will learn about different styles, from naturalistic to abstract illustration and some of you might relate to a certain topic more than to the other. I know it can be hard to work in a field you don't feel connected to but I'd like you to try anyway. Try to find a way to turn the task at hand into your own, play with it and form it until it reflects you as a person. Whether you do it using colors, shapes or dimensions will always be up to you."
The students nodded, confused expressions still present on their faces.
Baekho smiled a soft gentle smile as he pulled one of the empty chairs into the circle of students.
He sat with his elbows resting on his knees; hands folded between them and started explaining.
His hands started gesturing as soon as the first words left his lips.
He liked to view art as an unchained subject that allowed everyone to express themselves with their own uniqueness.
However Baekho was well aware that there were some rules to art.
Different styles were defined by the times they'd been invented in, by whom they'd been invented, why they'd been invented and what influenced art during that time.
Art styles were defined by the different materials one used, the colors one picked and the dimensions and shapes one worked with.
He wanted his students to understand and know the styles and eras of art so when they picked a certain way to approach their own drawings, for them to know what they were doing and who had done it before them and what their intentions might had been.
He was not opposed to bending the rules of art though.
Actually it was what he hoped for his students to do, to play with different styles and materials, combine different styles from different eras or rearrange them to create their own way of expression.
All of the students listened to his words and he couldn't help feeling like they were cute in the way they looked at him with wide open eyes, glistering with excitement.
His eyes wandered over their faces, gaze lingering on one of the students just a moment longer than on the others.
The blond haired student who'd entered his class prior to his classmates.
His expression was unfazed, unreadable and Baekho almost perceived his eyes as a little cold but they were glued to his lips never the less, following every word that slipped pass them.
 

Baekho kept talking until the lesson was almost over.
He tended to lose himself as well as the track of time when talking about art and with only 5 more minutes left to the class he decided not to stress the students with a last minute sketch.
There were enough days left to the semester to do that.

He announced the end of class, thanking the students for their attention and watched as they started packing their belongings.
Some of them immediately started talking about the class others discussed their plans on free time activities or simply got to know each other better.
They slowly left the room, most of them in little groups of two or three.

When he turned around he expected to be to only one left inside the room but to his surprised he found Choi Minki once again standing in the middle of the room.
The boy didn't say anything; just let his eyes travel though the room once more, the strap of his messenger bag in hand.
Baekho rubbed his neck awkwardly.
Seeing the beautiful boy standing quietly in between the colorful pieces of ripped papers was almost an artistic sight and Baekho couldn't help but stare for a moment or two before Minki's eyes met his.
He cleared his throat, feeling the uneasiness crawl back through his limbs contraire to the excited tingles that spread though his stomach.
It was a weird combination of positive and negative feelings.

His mind was set on overdrive as he tried to come up with something to say that wouldn't embarrass him further.
There was something about the feminine boy that gave him a weirdly inferior feeling but still with a hint of warmth attached, warmth that coiled in his stomach from the way the boy had him intrigued.

"I like your idea of art." He finally stated truthfully and Minki shrugged his shoulder, swinging the messanger bag over his shoulder.
"It was just a spontanious reply to your question. Eveything else had been said already." He said flattly and Baekho furrowed.
"Well it's still an interessting thought." he replied with a factitious smile that he wished was more sincer but he just didn't know how to deal with the other.

The boy seemed absentminded as his hands trailed over the draped fabrics before his eyes set on Baekho.

"How did you end up teaching at a fashion school?" Minki asked, a tone swinging in his voice as if they'd had conversations like this going for years already, like he already knew about Baekho's lack of understanding regarding fashion.

Baekho offered a shy laugh in reply, rubbing his neck in what he figured was emarassement.
"Well I'm just lucky I got the job." He explained without giving much information whatsoever.
Minki nooded.

"Aren't you interested in fashion?" The blond student asked and his eyes travelled back to the manequin and over the accurate draping Baekho had created that morning.
The art teacher sighed, not in frustration but more due to the incompetence he felt to answer the question.
Seeing as he was in fact employed at a fashion school it was not an appropriate thought to state his disinterest in to world of fashion, runways and photoshoots to one of his own students.

"I'm more comfortable in the world of art." he choose to answer and the student nodded again.

It took mere minutes for Minki to turn their conversation around, asking questions now instead of being asked, reciving answers instead of giving them and it slightly saddened Baekho because he was eager to know more about the boy.
He almost felt like he was being interrogated by the blonde, doll-like boy as his questions did not leave a second for him to ask anything himself.
To his own surprise it wasn't as uncomfortable as he would have thought a questioning like this would be and after a good 10 to 15 minutes he'd told Minki about his minimal knowledge in fashion, his love for art, the reason why he'd become a teacher, his favourit artists and his works during his college years.

Minki listened to all his answers, nodding to them and humming in respond.
 

"It seems like you've found something you enjoy." he finally stated as the questioning ended and Baekho nodded with a bright smile on his face.
He wasn't sure what just happened but he know he'd had fun talking to the boy he'd only meet this morning though the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach had still not fully desolved.

  "You should hold on to it." Minki said and for a moment Baekho almost forgot about their age difference and the fact he was supposed to be the elder and so to say wiser of the two.
That boy with his delicate features and thin frame uttered phrases that were capabale of turning Baekho's world up side down.
He took a second to compose himself before straightening his back a little and giving Minki one of his supposely teacher-like smiles.

"You too." He replied, obviously catching Minki off gurad who raised his head to look at him with a slightly stunned expression.
baekho wasn't sure what he was telling the boy to hold on to but whatever it was was going to make him happy in the end and that was all that mattered anyway.
The blonde nodded slowly before walking toward the exit.
He was about to slide through the door frame when he halted in his step.
 

"Can I come again?" Minki asked before stepping through the door.
"You will have too." Baekho laughed and the student turned around meeting his gaze, ultimately making the laughter die inside his throat.
"Then can I stay again after class?" He asked and Baekho knew for certain he should deny but with Minkis eyes drilling into him he couldn't.

"Sure."

(Note: Long wait...sorry...exams and lack of inspiration...)