Chanyeol walks home after school, fixing his hoodie as he enters his house. Ahh. Home sweet home. He stretches, jogging up the stairs and into his spacious room. He flops down onto the gray and navy blue duvet cover of his king size bed and looks around his room, the blue, gray, white, and black colors merging. The giant gets up, walking over to open the white and blue curtains. I need some light.

When he deems the rooms suitable, he climbs back onto his bed and opens up the camera app on his phone. He runs a hand through his hair, mussing it up. He purposefully pats down a bit of hair over his forehead, making him look messy, but still neat at the same time. He lays down and begins to take selfies, trying to get the perfect shot.

He readjusts his hair a few times, then decides to put on a pair of fake glasses to bring out his eyes a bit more.

Click.

Perfect. Chanyeol nods at the photo and runs a slight filter through it. He opens his Instagram and posts the selfie, captioning it:

'Still looking good, even after a long day!'

He clicks on his profile, wanting to check his statistics. 83.5K followers. I'll be at 90K before I know it.

He goes back to his latest post, the comments section already flooded. He scrolls through them, stopping when he see a thread of comments centered around one user.

He clicks on the thread, looking though the comments.

'Wow, this looks like something @/ani_kkaebsong drew. Perfection!'

'Yes! @/ani_kkaebsong is amazing! I love his art!'

'I agree. You know, @/ani_kkaebsong should really draw Chanyeol sometime. I would pay to see that!'

'Omg, he totally should! Hey @/ani_kkaebsong, do you see us?'

'Please @/ani_kkaebsong! You must!'

Load more comments...

Huh? Who the heck is @/ani_kkaebsong? Chanyeol furrows his brows and goes to the search function in the app, typing in the strange username.

Instantly, the user profile pops up, and Chanyeol quickly scans through it. The profile picture is of a hand holding a pencil, right next to the unusual username. And right next to that...

What!? 91.8K followers!? How good is his art? Chanyeol finds himself almost nervous to scroll down.

Chanyeol swipes the screen, and is instantly met with amazing portraits of various celebrities, along with the occasional nature based drawing. There were watercolors, charcoal sketches, paintings, and even a few clay sculptures. Geez, how much time does this guy have? This is ridiculous! Even so, Chanyeol can't help but scroll down further, looking at the rest of the posts.

He clicks on a picture of a single tree, it's last leaf drifting away. It looks so lifelike. He raises his eyebrows. Huh, no caption. The giant sifts through the comments, wanting to get some more information on the guy. Aha! He opens the thread of comments that begins with:

'Hey! @/ani_kkaebsong, what school do you go to? I think I've seen some of your art before.'

'Aww, @/thatoneowl I'm touched that you actually recognize my works! I go to EXO high school! <3'

What? Chanyeol rubs his eyes, then rereads the comment. Still the same words reflect back at him, seemingly laughing in his face. Are you kidding me!? How did I not see this guy earlier?

Chanyeol drops his phone on his bed, seething. No, no, no, no, no, no. He lets his jealousy take over. No. No. No. I can't believe I lost the title to him! An artist! "Argh!" He slams his fist into his bed, causing his phone to jump into the air.

Chanyeol sticks his arm out, catching the device and unlocking it. Suddenly, @/ani_kkaebsong's work didn't seem so appealing anymore. He clicks on the profile, trying to gather as much information as he could. The giant throws his phone down on the in annoyance. Really? Not only does he go to my school, but he's also in my grade? Are you kidding me?

I will find you, he vows silently, and when I do, you will regret ever downloading the app. I promise you that.

***

Byun Baekhyun. EXO High School's resident artist. Quiet but sociable. Outgoing but focused. A lighthearted joker. Art was his getaway place, his passion. And he was good at it. His paintings got noticed by the art instructor, who encouraged him to take it up with the principal to allow him to put his art around the school. Baekhyun agreed, but kept himself anonymous. I don't want attention.

But he got attention anyways. Often times, when he was walking in the halls, he could see students mobbing around his latest creation, wondering who the mastermind behind it was. His fame grew even faster when he made an Instagram account (again, at the encouragement of his art teacher). He soon clocked one thousand followers within the first month. And was now holding his own at well over 90K.

And he still didn't reveal himself. He always signed his works with a messy, indecipherable scrawl. Baekhyun guessed that the old myth about artists having messy handwriting rang true after all. He always painted in private, wether it was before or after school hours in the art classroom, or in his own room, next to the closed blinds.

And as a result of being so closed off, he wasn't well like by his classmates, many of them who Baekhyun could often catch fawning over his art, both in school and online. Baekhyun found it ironic and faintly amusing.

He got along very well with his peers through PMs, often laughing or offering advice. But when it came to being their classmate, he might as well have been a fly on the wall.

But his peers were okay for the most part, so he put up with it. Nothing that I could do about it anyways.

Baekhyun was an adaptor, always changing himself slightly to fit in with his surroundings. He never once denied someone's request, unless it put his safety in danger. And maybe this was a bit risky, and maybe it was the cause of his lack of sleep, but Baekhyun slowly adapted from only servicing himself to working to please others. And for the most part, it was rewarding. But everything has it's drawbacks.

Baekhyun was sketching out a drawing that many of his fans requested when his phone buzzed. He puts down his pencil and takes a look at his phone. @/thisisPCY- PMed me? He laughs out loud at the coincidence. The Instagram user just happened to be the subject of his sketch. The brunet picks up his iPhone 5S and opens Instagram. He clicks on the notification, opening the PM.

'Who are you?'

Baekhyun shakes his head. I'd like to keep my anonymity, thank you very much.

'Can't tell ya, sorry. :(' he texts back.

***

Really? Really? Chanyeol rolls his eyes in frustration after receiving the message. His phone buzzes. Maybe?

'Oh, and I'm working on a portrait of you due to requests! Thought you might want to know! :)'

Nope. "Oh, come on." Chanyeol lets out a breath. Think. There must be something you can do. He scrolls through a few more comments. Nada. Of course.

He texts Jongin his discoveries, hoping that his best friend could help him. But after ten minutes passed without a response, Chanyeol deduced that the male must be working on a new dance, it was the only time when Jongin would ignore him.

What do I do now? Chanyeol buries his head into his comforter. A part of him questioned why he was getting so worked up in the first place, but he quickly pushed it aside. It's more than just a number.

Right. More than just a number.

***

Baekhyun bids the art teacher goodbye and heads out of the school, sketchbook tucked under his arm. Today was successful. He smiles, pleased with himself. He stops at the bus stop, sitting on a bench to wait. The brunet unlocks his phone, striking up a text conversation with Kyungsoo about their project. Baekhyun suppress a laugh as he recalls their previous conversation.

"So, I wanted to do something about art."

"That's cool with me. I'm actually a big fan of this guy." Kyungsoo fumbled with his phone and showed Baekhyun @/ani_kkaebsong's account. "He does amazing art. I want to learn from him!"

Baekhyun beamed on the inside. It was nice to know that he inspired other people. "Oh, I've heard of him," he replied evasively.

"Really? He's amazing, isn't he?" Kyungsoo unknowingly complimented his partner.

"Sure. He's not bad."

Baekhyun decides that Kyungsoo was okay, and friendly enough to have a decent conversation with him. Maybe there are some decent people in the school.

The bus comes, and Baekhyun happily skips onboard. He sits down and puts in his headphones, trying to assemble a playlist for his newest project.

- § -

I don't really know what to say about this one...

Is all the technical stuff about Instagram correct? I basically made a few inferences on how the system works. :/

A big thank you to @panikola for giving me an estimate number for their followers! :)

So, this week started off great...

(This little notice is in my other book too.) :p

I got sick on Sunday and had a low fever, a headache, and a sore throat. I took some medicine and the fever went down, but the headache and the sore throat lasted. I had to go the school the following day because we had testing and I had a whole bunch of things to turn in. -_-

Thankfully, I had prewritten today's updates. But I don't know when I'll feel well enough to have a good chapter for 'Remembering Again' by Friday...

There should be one for this book because it's almost done.

I'm hoping to get a chapter out for both, but the one on 'Remembering Again' maybe a little crummy or short. Or both. Or nonexistent. -_-

Welp. That's me in a nutshell.

See you next update! <3

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