“Good morning, Ms. Im. Early this morning, eh?”

I nodded slightly, walking to the seat that I always sat on and slipped into it, pulling out my sketchbook, opening it to a page and staring at it blankly for a moment.

“Need inspiration?” Mr. Park asked, looking at me kindly.

I nodded again, propping my glasses further up my nose. Mr. Park smiled and wrote a word across the board. Him being an art teacher, mean being sensitive and aware. He watched people a lot, and in my class, especially me.

Stranger, he wrote. I pondered over the word, picking up my pencil and putting it back down on the desk again. What could I draw?

Just at that moment, someone came into the classroom. Mr. Park looked up, and so did I, to see a dark haired guy stride in. He had short-cropped hair, thick eyebrows that accentuated his dark black eyes. There was something mysterious about him. He had that smirk on his face. That smirk, I thought.

“Ah, you must be the new student. Mr. Lee, is it not?”

I didn’t bother to listen to his reply. New student, the words echoed in my head. My hand suddenly picked itself up and began to draw something across the page quickly. It was barely a sketch, but after a few minutes I realized that I had drawn him—Gunwoo.

I stopped myself, tearing the page from the book and putting my pencil back on the desk, where it was supposed to be. Crushing the paper, I wondered why I had such an urge to draw him. Maybe it was because he was a new student, and that linked to the word stranger.

Yeah, that was why.

“Hey.”

He’d spoken. I decided to be nice and acknowledge him. So I tilted my head downwards in his direction slightly, and then resumed looking at my sketchbook.

Oh and I’d forgotten to mention… The school I was in was Seoul Academy for the Arts, or SAA for short. It was a school that required auditions, whether your talent was drawing, singing, dancing or acting. The four aspects of the Arts were what the school focused on. Academics came second, but you were a good student if you could ace all your subjects, too.

“What are you doing?”

“Drawing.” I replied curtly, an edge to my voice.

“Mind showing me?”

“In your dreams.” Someone else replied.

I looked up and saw Minho, my best friend. I smiled softly at him, and he smiled back, explaining the situation to Gunwoo, who was seated on the left of me. Minho sat in front.

“There are only two people whom she shows her drawings to. Me—” he pointed to himself, “and Mr. Park. Hence, you’ll probably only ever see her drawings… in your dreams. And maybe not even then, but she’s really good at drawing. What’s your name?”

“Gunwoo. Lee Gunwoo.” His voice came out with an edge as well, like he was angry at Minho.

“The name’s Minho. Choi Minho. As I was saying, if you ever see her drawings, the world must be upside down.”

“Sounds like a challenge.” Gunwoo smirked.

“I didn’t say it was a challenge.” I replied harshly.

“I like challenges, though.” He smirked. “Oh, and I didn’t catch your name?”

“Yoona.” I spoke grudgingly, knowing I had to tell him or he wouldn’t leave me alone, but that was all I said.