A breathing piece of abst (1/2)

Minki stayed late after class for the next 5 weeks.

The scenarios during those hours remained the same, unchanged with Minki staying seated behind his easel while Baekho moved around the classroom like he'd always done, rearranging, cleaning, sometimes scribbling into a little sketchbook he carried but always aware of the dark orbs of his student following his every move.

Despite the amount of talk and questions they've tossed at each other on the first day both of them opted to remain quiet.

Minki's presence was kind of irritating at first, Baekho was just so used to his daily routines and having Minki around he felt the need to entertain the younger boy but he soon figured that Minki didn't expect him to do anything special or extraordinary.

Actually it seemed to be the ordinary, casual atmosphere that the boy came for.

He was perfectly fine with just sitting in the art room quietly watching Baekho roam around the room or letting his eyes gaze over the pieces displayed on the walls.

Eventually Baekho had gotten used to Minki's presence after the first week.

If Baekho was honest he had to admit that Minki had drawn him in more than just a little.

He was like a delicate piece of art as he sat on his chair, his long blond hair framing snowy skin and rosy cheeks.

Baekho has slowly started to observe, to wonder and to admire.

He's created a habit of keeping an eye on the young feminine student and he cherished the moments they spend together in the art room.

It gave him the opportunity to observe the boy further, to take in every detail of his appearance, expressions and gestures.

He's already noticed so many things about the student, had picked up many tiny details about him but still Minki always left him with more questions.

Minki was cocky in a way but not a snob, slightly arrogant but not utterly full of himself and Baekho liked that about the boy.

He liked his strong aura that seemed to wrap around the boys form like a shield, a protection from things Baekho couldn't name just yet.

There were just so many things that the art instructor was eager to ask and there was something about the boy he urged to discover.

He sat on his chair with his eyes once more fixed on the blonde slender figure as the boy stared out of the window.

Minki was indeed like a piece of perfectly abstract art, beautiful with an underlying depth, like a core that the observer was oblivious too.

Something laying underneath the pale milky skin and displayed on the lines of his slim nose, a secret hidden in bow curved lips and a well of emotions and deeper meaning behind cool brown orbs hidden behind long dark lashes. Even with their lack of conversation Baekho felt comfortable around the younger boy.

He sparked interest in him, something that normally only crafted pieces of art managed to do.

The boy’s appearance alone, despite his personality and behavior, was a fascinating sight to him.

Never before had he seen someone so free of norms, features somewhere in between both genders like they blend together to form into something new, something that was entirely Minki and nothing else.

"Are you just going to stare or will you actually talk?"

The blonde boy’s voice cut through the silence of the room and caught Baekho off guard.

He straightened his back and tore his gaze away from the others features, clearing his throat.

He hadn't even noticed himself staring blatantly at the boy while his mind had tried to get image and reality connected.

Minki was looking at him, expression unfazed as he cocked his head to the side.

"I can tell you want to ask some questions so go ahead I don't mind."

He said, sounding like he was already used to scenarios like this.

Baekho figured he probably was.

He wasn't the type to judge people for how they looked or what they did or liked, he just wasn't a judging person but Choi Minki had sparked something in him.

He was curious, as he'd never seen or met anyone like the boy in front of him who so much looked like a pretty girl.

Baekho couldn't understand why a boy would do something like dressing as a girl, he didn't see any reasons for things like that but he wasn't judging.

It wasn't a question of good or bad, like or dislike to him it was just the simple question of why that nagged at him.

Minki kept his eyes locked on him waiting for him to speak and even though Baekho knew it wasn't appropriate in his position as a teacher to question his students on personal matters his rationality couldn't win over his curiosity after all.