Last words of a shooting star | YoonKook

Ch. 2

Yoongi.

That was the name he gave Jungkook when they first met.

Yoongi, as how Jungkook first saw of him, was an extremely silent and anti-social-looking man, with a resting face that screamed "Leave me be".

But after a few glimpses and glances at the silent man, Jungkook decided to approach him with one intent lingering on his mind, 'Be my model'.

Jungkook, a struggling arts major, who is also a member of the literacy club, found the perfect model for his new piece and, it was someone he doesn't know.

He would look around the inside and outside of his campus while finding potential models, ignoring the several offers and suggestions of others. Actually, Yoongi wasn't supposed to be chosen–he wasn't even thought of or considered. Jungkook didn't want to pick someone who he didn't know, even the tiniest of bits.

But he was in a pinch.

The deadline for the project was due in a fortnight and he hasn't one model yet. Yes, he may have already finished the "backstory" of his upcoming piece but he hasn't even started on choosing a canvas size for his painting, since, well, he doesn't have a model.

So, the moment he saw Yoongi sitting down under a tree, reading a book, outside of campus, whilst looking focused and calm, everything clicked.

He had to have Yoongi as his model—he NEEDED him to be his model.

And so, with no utter hesitation left from within, Jungkook approached the man reading beneath the tree's shade.

Sadly, for Jungkook, the young man just gave him a side eye and an eyebrow raise before completely standing and just leaving before Jungkook could even open his mouth to take an inhale to say a word of desperation.

This went on for 20 minutes.

Yes, it's that short because Yoongi had no stamina and sheer will to run or hide against Jungkook, the art major who was easily mistaken for a physical education student.

Yoongi, completely cornered by the gigantic, bunny-looking man, sighed out of frustration and groaned whilst massaging the edge of his nose bridge. He looked at him with a subtle glare and pointed his book at Jungkook, almost threateningly.

"What do you want?" Yoongi said, annoyance clear in his tone. Jungkook cleared his throat and slowly used his finger to lower the book that Yoongi pointed at his face.

"I want you," Jungkook paused, slowly settling his once-used arm to point at Yoongi's face, "To be my model."

Yoongi looked at Jungkook with an unimpressed expression. "What?"

"Be my model." Jungkook repeated, sternness and confidence covering each word, as if layered like melted chocolate that dries quickly, except this had no trace of sweetness on it.

"For what?"

"A university project for the last semester."

"Why should I?" Yoongi asked, "I don't know you."

"You don't have to."

Yoongi looked at Jungkook's face, filled with sureness and ignorance, and made a scoff. "So you're expecting me to work with you, a person who I've never even met before, and be a model?"

Jungkook nodded as Yoongi looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Have you ever considered that I may feel uncomfortable with that idea? For all I know, this isn't even for your project but for something else."

"It's not for anything else—"

"Do you even know me?" Yoongi cut off Jungkook, making him flinch. The tone that Yoongi gave him was cold, almost chilling to the bone. It made him freeze up.