"Mmm. Inspiration" 

Hoseok says to himself, looking around the museum with only a few people checking it out. Why did he even choose this museum? He remembers his professor's words to him, 'If you want to pass my subject, better pass me your project' Almost like a poem. There's a reason that old man became an art teacher. He looks around again, feeling extremely unmotivated. All he can see are old paintings, old writings on old tablets, old sculptures, old everything. 

Hoseok spins his pencil between his fingers then puts it behind his ear. But he abruptly stops when he saw a mesmerizing view that can leave anyone breathless-- a boy with porcelain-like skin, pink lips slightly parted, thick, long eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheeks, and eyes slanted and looking really amazed by a painting. Hoseok almost melted.

He immediately took the pencil behind his ear then started drawing but he made sure he wasn't near enough to catch the pale boy's attention, drawing fast in case the boy will move. Hoseok was almost done outlining when someone bumped on him really hard, making him fall flat on his stomach. 

"God! Watch where you're go--" He gasped on horror when he saw his sketchpad slide towards the boy. Hoseok buried his face on the dusty floor when it stopped right in front of him. He widened his eyes when he heard footsteps approaching him. 

"Um. Excuse me" Hoseok swore he heard his heart scream. He sprung up from the ground and he has to