"Y/n?"

Your eyes flickered from the canvas to the person who said your name. "Yeonjun?"

"I didn't know you were in the Art Club?" He smiled before taking a seat next you.

"Yeah, I just joined."

He nodded "Ah, for the iPhone?" He asked unironically, because the art club was so fewly liked, he must've thought everyone who are joining are only interested in the phone.

You were left speechless, if you awkwardly deny it, it would only make it more suspicious. But if you just smile and nod, that would just confirm his assumptions.

Soon after, more people entered. The loud talking took over the awkward silent thankfully, so you just let it be. Ignoring him.

Ms. Lim had just walked in, eyeing everyone. Today's meeting was a lot more full than usual, which made a smile creep up the corner of her lips.

"Thank you, everyone for coming. In Art Club, we cover various—"

Her words were quickly cut off by someone slamming the door open, all attentions were turned to him.

Nishimura, Riki.

"S-sorry, Ms. Lim. Coach held us back a bit longer today" He apologized, still panting breathlessly from all the running.

"Ah, Mr. Nishimura. Our best basketball player, in my art room, how lovely." She smiled, "Nonetheless, join us, dear"

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"No way, Ni-Ki joined the art club??"

"Yunjin, it's not a big deal."

"Clearly it is! Everyone's been talking about it all day!"

"Well it was unexpected, but maybe it's one of his hidden talent." You assured her.

"Or maybe, he has a little crushie crush on our Y/n!" She cheered, before you shoved a rice ball in her mouth.

"How did you even come up with that" You pouted your lips from bewilderment.

"He was literally, ready to risk it all for you—"

"Yunjin, he was probably just scared that I was gonna snitch on him, for being on the rooftop. So he impulsively took the blame for me."

"And not because he was scared you were gonna have a bad impression with Ms. Lim so that's why he did it??" She yelled, thankfully it was an empty field "I THINK THE FUCK YES Y/n—" she got an entire sandwhich shoved in her mouth this time.

"One day, you're gonna have my foot down your throat." You joked, teasing the girl that was trying to chew the humongous piece of a bite she'd took.

—

"Alright," Coach Minhyun clasped his hands. "Meeting ends here, I'll see you tomorrow lunch for practice, yep?"

"Actually," Heeseung interrupts. "Ni-Ki will busy, Coach."

Coach Minhyun quirks a brow. "Is there something I'm missing?" He turned to look at the dark haired boy, but before he could speak, his friend spoke for him.

"He joined the art club, he'll be doing picture scenery" Heeseung said unironically.

"What?" Coach Minhyun asked, confused if he had heard it right. One of his star athlete, will be missing practice, to go draw?

"Art Club, huh. What a change" He chuckled, "Ni-Ki, you've made a commitment to this for almost four years, I don't want you lacking because of some art club. Do you get me? This is, an important year" He emphasizes, sternly looking at the boy. "I'll allow you this time, only because you've shown hard work with basketball, maybe it's good to pick up another hobby. But, really, I don't you to lose your position on the team." His words suddenly sent shivers down Ni-Ki's spine, losing his spot? On the team?

Not only was the coach good at guilt tripping, this man was a master at it. It only made the mood of the team more gloomy, and everyone was carefully looking at their captain. "You're our best player, in the entire history of the Ace Academia bud. This team, your team Ni-Ki, is the best we've ever had. Think wisely, any dumb decision, and your position will be lost immediately." He ended his words there, and Heeseung almost felt guilty for bringing it up in front of the entire team.

Ni-Ki swallowed the lump in his throat, before answering "I understand, coach."

"Good."

The next day approaches, and Ni-Ki had just spot you leaving the science lab.

Your free period had just ended, and now it was lunch. You spent the last 80 minutes working on a heat of combustion lab, since you had nothing else to do but working ahead.

When they bell for lunch rang, you too left the room to go look for Ms. Lim. Since the club is doing picture scenery today, an activity Ms. Lim has came up with—just so she could have some art work put up around the class, and school.

Where you'll have to replicate a scenery, but creatively so it still somewhat resemblance the view, but not an exact match.

His stomach twists at the sight of you "Y/n!" The words leaving his lips before his brain could even think.

You heard him, but you continued walking and pretended you didn't hear him.

"Hey Y/n, are you going to the art club?" He asked, catching up to you. He was making a conversation while walking backward, so he could face you.

You were surprised, to see how enthusiastic he looked. "Oh, yeah" You nodded, but continued walking anyway.

He turned around, now walking forward side by side with you. "Mind if I walk with you?" He asked, how polite.

You didn't care, so you nodded.

Since everyone was on their break, students were sprawled around the hallway. Every step you took with him beside you, you could feel the jealous gaze on you—ones you tried to avoid.

Though you really wondered, can they be any more obvious? You could practically see them gawking at you, covering their mouth to whisper to one another, and pointing fingers with wide eyes. It didn't help that you've spotted a huddle of cheerleaders.

Your breath hitches and your eyes flickered from the sudden feeling of his hand slightly gazing your back. It felt like he wanted to keep you close, but revoked it right away.

You looked at him, unbothered by the audience, calm and collective. "So uh, are you excited about, drawing trees?" He asked, the question was a bit out of the blue. But you understood, he was trying to distract you, and it made you mentally noted how attentive he was.

"Hmm, some what" You smiled amusingly, the conversation just comes out naturally, as if the two of you have talked, many—many times before.

He slowly puts his hands inside his pants' pocket, "I heard you host a chemistry club. I hope you won't mind, if I drop by someday." He said timidly, eyes stuck on the floor while he spoke.

You didn't think the captain of a sport team would be this shy, but you smiled at his acknowledgement. "Go ahead, Ni-Ki." You chuckled. "More attraction, the better, right?"

"Right." He gives you a small smile.

"So, Nishimura Riki," You start. "What made you suddenly choose art?"

"Ah..." He laughed awkwardly, stalling the time as if he was actually thinking of why he joined. "Ah! Because I wanted the newest iPhone." Smiling widely, but deep inside, he mentally wanted to slap himself.

"I was already interested in painting, even when I was little. My mom used to sell paintings, and she would let me play around with her supplies" He quickly said, trying to save himself an embarrassment, searching for your reaction, not sure how you would react.

You only nodded with an inaudible 'oh' and now you both were in front of the art club.

He opened the door for you, since he walked a bit faster than you. "Thank you," You sent him a tight smile before entering.

"Y/n! And Ni-Ki, you both are here. Since it's quite windy outside, I don't think we can draw and paint with all the leaves flying around." She breathed out, she was moving boxes around before you both entered. She pulled out a camera from underneath the desk, "Here, go take some pics. Take lots, you guys can just pick a good one, and replicate it" She smiled, handing it to you.

—

It was, indeed, windy. Though it wasn't too violence to that point that you can feel scratches on you from all the little dirt flying around—but it was windy enough to almost make your skirt uncover everything underneath.

You tried to take some pictures, but you were too worried your skirt would go berserk if your hands weren't there to cover it.

"Here." Ni-Ki's uniform blazer was quickly offered to you, he had already taken it off since god knows when, and was left in a white button up.

"Thanks," You were about to grab for it but the air suddenly picked up, so you stayed in the same place until it calms down again, calm enough that you could remove your hand from your skirt.

"Allow me?" He asked, and you squinted at him, from all the wind going into your eyes. His arms for a moment went pass you, with you in between his grasp. Until you felt his blazer tied around you, "Should be fine for now," He smiled.

Which only made your heart beat a little faster, at the sudden act of service.

"Want me to take the pics?" He asked, as if the words were stuck to your throat, all you could do was nod.

While he walked around to snap some pictures, you decided to face the wind, just so that you wouldn't be eating your hair the entire time there.

The sound of the camera was clicking in repeat, so you thought he was finding a bunch of good views from here.

"I'm done." He said, waving the little sony camera at you.

—

"Thanks guys, I'll print these off." Ms. Lim had said, but before Ni-Ki could stop her, she was already out of the room.

The moment she was back, Ni-Ki was the first one to run towards the pictures. Hurriedly looking for something, and then sighing out of relieve.

Ms. Lim only smiled at him knowingly, but turned a blind eye.

That day again, you left the class without sparing him a glance.

You felt his stares drilling at you, but the moment the bell for class rang, you quickly packed up and dashed out of there.

—

"I don't think she's taken that much interest in me," Ni-Ki frowns, staring at his fries.

"Woah, definitely a first timer that nobody has taken interest in you," Sunghoon laughs, patting him on the back. "Maybe she'll come around. But c'mon Riki, art?!"

"For a change," Ni-Ki shrugs. "I don't see anything wrong with it."

"Just seems a little out of your element, man," Jay pats Ni-Ki's shoulders, "I mean, Jake does it, but—"

"Heads up, loverboy!" Heeseung winks and throws a ball to Ni-Ki, who catches it. "At your ten o'clock!" Ni-Ki turns and you walk in with Yunjin, sitting at a table. You look up to find Ni-Ki behind Yunjin, who seems to give you a confident, yet shy wave.

"Look at Ni-Ki making a move!"

You send him a wave back.

Yunjin hums in amusement, "I'm telling you, Mr. 09 has a crush on you, Y/n."

"Doubt it," You grumble. "I'm still feeling suspicious about him." Because of his sudden behaviour towards you—becoming more friendly and talking to you more, those types of things.

It was fine when it was coincidentally at first, but you started to see him more and more (unwillingly), and your brain wasn't liking it, even though your heart enjoyed every aspect of it.

"Suspicious? It's so obvious!"

"Because—Basketball and Art are, opposites. They don't mix."

"So are tuna kimbap and bingsu, see—nonsense is what I mean," Yunjin clears her throat. "Maybe the boy just wanted to try something out. A pleasant surprise, you know?"