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“Stop moving!” Tzuyu scolds, “You know I’ve never done this before!”
“Yeah, you’re a noob!” Chaeyoung sing-songs, laughing and kicking her feet against the stool.
Chaeyoung’s studio apartment is exactly what you would expect it to be - small and full of life. The walls are littered in posters and ripped out magazine pages. There are fairy lights tangled in her bed frame.
This is Tzuyu’s favourite place, even if she has to double check if her mug actually contains hot chocolate and not paint water.
Drawing with your legs crossed on a bed is not the ideal posture for an artist but Chaeyoung didn’t tell her that when she demanded Tzuyu to sketch a portrait of her.
Tzuyu’s not sure why Chaeyoung asked but she doesn’t mind having an acceptable excuse to stare at Chaeyoung.
“I think I’m done,” Tzuyu announces softly, inspecting her work.
Tzuyu feels the bed slightly dip when Chaeyoung moves to sit beside her. Chaeyoung’s head hovers over her shoulder, taking in every detail of Tzuyu’s artwork.
There’s the beginner’s instinct to feel ashamed and embarrassed of her work but Tzuyu ignores it. She is quite proud of her drawing.
“You did well,” Chaeyoung muses, “Your pencil strokes are nice. They’re loose yet still controlled. Are you sure this is your first time?”
“I-yeah I mean I doodle in my notes from time to time?”
Tzuyu stumbles over her words and something like stage fright threatens to swallow her.
“I love it,” reassures Chaeyoung.
“Can I keep it?”