New students and awkward (1/2)

The first student that stepped through Baekhos classroom door had him fascinated within seconds.

He'd never felt like this before but it just happened naturally, the way his heart stumbled for a couple of beats when he turned around, it was something new and unfamiliar but not unwelcome at all.

He was fixing up some of the materials they'd be working with today, his back facing the door, when he heard the students, soft melodic voice.

It was a nice voice, a little quiet maybe a tad shyness in its tone and he'd thought of a slender, short guy with messy hair and roaming eyes, probably clad in simple clothes but when he'd turned around he met the picture of a girl instead.

One moment maybe two Baekho just stared at the new student his mind doing the processing on over drive as he tried to match the voice and image to go along with each other.

He blinked and his eyes roamed the younger ones figure, from tip to toe.

The students frame was slim indeed the white oversized shirt hung loose on his figure, black and white pali scarf draped around his neck, skinny blue jeans clung to his thin legs and his feet stuck in untied black military boots.

It took Baekho a second to concentrate on the others face, who from the sound of his voice was obviously male but looked so delicate and fragile with his platinum blonde hair tied in a ponytail, straight bangs hanging into his eyes.

There was no make-up on his flawless face, skin soft and pale.

His bow shaped puffy lips did not show a smile or any of that sort, his nose was delicate and small, his big brown orbs framed by long lashes.

Baekho thought the other was the perfect definition for the term -gender-blender-.

He rubbed his neck awkwardly noticing the way he'd stared at the younger boy for probably longer than needed.

"Come in. Take a seat! I'm Kang Dongho." He said a little hasty, gesturing for the boy to step into the room who followed his invitation a bit hesitantly.

Baekho turned back to the mannequins, rearranging the draping for the third time that morning.

Not because he was dissatisfied with it but because the student’s presence made him nervous for reasons he could not pin point at the moment.

Maybe it was because the boy’s eyes were piercing in the way they gazed at him and Baekho just didn't know what to make of it.

The blonds face remained emotionless almost bored, maybe even a little annoyed and somehow it just send chills down Baekhos spine.

He was used to being around people who didn't think highly of him, at least not of his appearance but from what he'd noticed the boy had barely spared him a look so that couldn't be any reason after all.

An awkward silence filled the room, occasionally disturbed by the rustling of fabrics and it only added to Baekhos uneasiness.

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath trying to calm his mind.

"Choi Minki." the boy finally spoke up again and Baekho turned around to find him standing in the middle of the circle of easels.The students face remained unfazed but Baekho noticed the soft spark that invaded the blondes eyes as they roamed over the walls, plastered with various works of former students.

His lips twitch, just lightly in the vague attempt of a smile and Baekho thought it was beautiful, not the person himself though he wouldn't deny that either but the way he appreciated the art he was surrounded by.

Minki's eyes gazed over every piece of paper that Baekho had so neatly attached to the walls, obviously taking in every detail of the lines and colors.

"Do you enjoy art?" Baekho asked, still a little uncomfortable with the others silent presence.