Desire ~ [J.JK x Reader]

Hope

Park Y/n, 17 years old, a student who always had a curiosity and passion for art, ever since she was young. She would look at paintings and try to replicate them with her own twist, but it was just a hobby for her as her school didn't offer drawing or painting classes.

Gangwon High School, where Y/N studied, didn't have the resources to offer art classes to their students, which was very frustrating for Y/N. She wished to learn from a professional teacher and explore different techniques that could improve her skills. However, her financial constraints made it impossible for her to take classes outside school.

Y/N was also living alone in a small, cramped apartment, which she rented to be closer to school. Her parents, Park Jimin And Park Jihyo, lived in Daegu and were supportive of her studies, but as they're not some rich ass family, they couldn't afford art classes with studies

Park Jimin, y/n's dad, a kind, funny, humble, sweet and supportive person and not to forget his ethereal charm. His eyes that sparkle like the stars in the night sky. His smile that has the power to light up even the gloomiest of days, spreading happiness wherever he goes.

Though he's in his 30's, people still drool over him cuz why not 

Park Jihyo, y/n's mom, a sweet, pretty, kind lady, her mesmerising beauty, her warm gentle eyes, and her radiant smile that lights up the darkest of rooms, spreading joy effortlessly. Her beauty, flawless and delicate, emphasising her natural elegance.

One day, Y/N was walking down the hallway of her school when she overheard her classmates talking excitedly about a new art teacher who had just joined the staff. Y/N was curious about this teacher and asked her classmates what they knew about him. They told her that he was supposed to be very talented and known for his unique teaching style.

That night, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about the new art teacher. She wondered if he could help her pursue her passion for art. But then reality hit her. Y/N realized that her school didn't offer any art classes, so why would they let non-art students take the new teacher's class now? That too in the middle of the year. For that she'd have to wait for the next year but sadly, this was her last year. Y/N was devastated and almost gave up on her dream.

The next day Y/N couldn't focus on anything in class, she kept thinking about the new art teacher and what she could do to learn from him. After the final bell rang, she walked down the bare hallways of her school, lost in thought. Suddenly, she bumped into a figure, causing her to stumble back.

"Sorry about that," said a deep voice. "Are you alright?

Y/N looked up to see a tall, lean figure in front of her. The boy in front of her had a kind demeanour and his eyes had warmth in them, making Y/N feel instantly at ease.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you," Y/N replied shyly.

The boy smiled at her, "It's not often that I bump into someone that's lost in thought. What's on your mind?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure if she should burden this stranger with her problems. But the boy's kind smile and gentle tone made her confident that he wanted to listen.

"I've love art," Y/N said hesitantly. "But this school didn't offer any classes and now when it does, I can't join it as it's the middle of the year and it's my last year too, and on top of that, I can't afford to take classes outside of school."

The boy's face softened, "Don't give up." he said. "There are always ways to pursue your passion. Why don't you come in a bit early before school? You can use the art room and practice on your own. If you need any help, don't hesitate to call me."

Y/N was stunned by his suggestion, "Really?" she asked in disbelief.

"Of course. And who knows? Maybe one day you'll become better than all of us." he said encouragingly.

Y/N felt a spark of hope deep inside her. She thanked the boy and walked away, feeling hopeful and inspired. 

"Wait-" She turned to say something to the boy but he's already gone

"Ugh! I didn't even ask his name. And what did he say? 'If you need any help, don't hesitate to call me?' She said mimicking him "How the hell am I supposed to call him when I don't even know him? I mean I know it's my fault too but it's not, I was lost in my thoughts. He could've just told me himself." Y/n was blabbering to herself 

"Anyways, he's a student of this school after all, I'll ask him some other time" she said and walked away

That boy gave y/n a hope             

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