Your POV

I look out at the school campus, each student doing their own thing. The soccer team are practicing on the field for their upcoming tournament. There are students sitting in the bleachers cheering them on. Some students are looking at books, cramping in a quick study session before their next class. Some students are typing away on the laptops or writing in their books. There are students talking to their friends and classmates, smiles plastered on their faces as they laugh. I let out a sigh, feeling envious. I have friends but I never feel like I belong. I don't know, I always feel out of place. Maybe it's because I like to be alone.

I hop over the railing and sit on the edge, my feet dangle over. I take out my phone and plug in my headphones, scrolling through my playlists. I press play on 'Come out and Play' by Billie Eilish. I grab my sketchbook from the desk behind me, along with my pencil. I place my arms over the cool steal railing that is attached to the ledge. My eyes wander, swimming over every detail of the campus, trying to get inspiration. The perks of being an art student or art kid, inspiration? Never heard of her, or him, or they. Unsure of what to do, I start doodling in my book. Poorly drawing the blue jay perched in the nearby tree. Almost completing a portrait of a girl reading her psychology book, then she left.

"Hmm, what should I do?" I ask myself, slouching slightly.

Jisung's POV

I really don't want to be here. I sigh, leaning back in my chair. If I am going to be in a boring class, at least put one of my friends in with me. The teacher continues his lecture on - I have no idea what actually. I look at the clock, 12:56. This class ends at one twenty five. I can skip this class, I conclude, raising my hand.

"Yes, mister Han?" my teacher says, holding his pointer in front of him.

"May I go to the bathroom?" I ask, putting my hand down.

My teacher sighs, "Yes, you may," he sighs.

"Thank you," I reply, getting up from my seat and leaving the class.

I make my way up the last flight of stairs, looking out the windows on my way up. How many windows could one need? I wonder, opening the door to the rooftop. I take out my phone and scroll through my playlist, looking for a song to play. Making my way to my secret spot, I notice a student sitting on the edge.

That's a little dangerous, I think terrified at the idea of hanging off a building. I mean it doesn't sound that bad but, what if I fall? Who's going to catch me? It's not going to be Superman I know that. I see what I think is a drawing, it looks good. Curiosity getting the best of me, I walk over and take a look. On my way over, I can hear them/her/him humming a melody to a song.

"Wow" I breathe out, looking at the drawing.

(They)The girl/boy continue to draw. The talent that is coming from her/him/them is overflowing. Each stroke they/she/he makes is as beautiful and graceful as the last. They/She/He slowly turn her/his/their head look at me. Their/Her/His eyes widen and look like saucers.

They/She/He has/have very pretty eyes, I think as the two of us continue to stare at one another.

"Hi!" I greet, backing away giving her/him/them space.

She/He/They take(s) out her/his/their headphones, "Hi" she/he/they reply/replies.

She/He/They begins to close her/his/their sketchbook and get their/her/his things together. I awkwardly stand behind them/her/him. I clear my throat wanting to say something. The drawing I think.

"I-I like your drawing, it-it's cool" I compliment, as she/he/they hop over the otherside of the railing.

Making her/his/their way onto the flat surface, she/he/they lose balance. I grab onto their/her/his arm, adding support.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, thanks," She/he/they say, a little smile.

I let go of her/his/their arm. She/He/They stand up straight and flatten(s) out her/his/their shirt. She/He/They look(s) at me.

"Thank you, for the compliment about my drawing," She/He/They say(s).

"Oh, no problem," I reply.

The two of us awkwardly stand and avoid eye contact with one another. After a while I feel something cold fall onto my nose. I look up at the sky and see millions of little white snowflakes fall from clouds.

"Pretty," I hear her/him/them mumble.

I look over and see him/her/them holding out his/her/their hand. A smile on his/her/their face attempting to catch the snowflakes. Their/her/his sketchbook in one hand, while the other is waiting for snowflakes to fall. I couldn't hold back my smile, it was a cute sight.

I wonder what their/her/his name is?

"I didn't get your name, what is it?" I ask.

"Oh, it's Y/N Y/LN. What's your name?" She/He/They reply/replies, putting her/his/their hand in their/her/his pocket and looking at me.

"I'm Han Jisung, but you can call me Han," I tell her/him/them.

Y/N nods her/his/their head, "Nice to meet you Han!" she/he/they say(s), going back to looking at snowflakes.

"Has anyone told you that you look like a squirrel?" Y/N asks, looking up at the sky.

"All the time" I chuckle.

A/N: Hello fellow hoomans! I hope you liked this imagine. Funny thing this was actually going to be a more. . . dark imagine but I thought you guys/girls/non-binary peeps would like a more lighter version. Anyway, have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

P.S.- you did wonderful today, get some rest<3