Yoongi watched Jungkook's reaction carefully, and that's when it clicked for him-the way Jungkook had undone his hair earlier, the same way Jane had worn it that night. It had been bugging him for a while, but now Yoongi was sure.
"Is it you?" Yoong...
When the professor announced the end of class, he quickly packed up his things and headed for the exit. The lecture hall was noisy and crowded, so he moved swiftly to escape the chaos.
Outside, he walked to the small tree on campus that he liked. It was usually empty, offering a quiet spot away from the usual hustle. He sat down on the grass underneath it, pulling out his notebook again to get ready for the rest of the day.
He began to sketch, his pencil moving smoothly across the paper as he captured the view of the small garden on campus. The tranquil scene before him-a mix of lush greenery and colorful blooms-was something he had always admired. Sometimes, as he drew, he felt a pang of regret for not pursuing his dream of becoming an artist. Art had always been his passion, but he knew it didn't pay well and, without the financial support of his parents, he had to choose a more practical career. He had followed his brain, not his heart, opting for a path that promised stability over the uncertain rewards of his artistic dreams.
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As he sketched, his thoughts drifted to the future. He knew he needed to figure out his life, to stay focused and work hard. His scholarship was crucial, and maintaining it was essential for his plans.
Every day was a balancing act between his dreams and his responsibilities. The art he loved was a fleeting escape, but reality demanded his attention and effort. He needed to keep pushing forward, ensuring that his hard work paid off and secured his future.
He was deeply immersed in his sketching when he felt a light tap on his shoulder, a sensation that seemed oddly familiar. Startled, he looked up to see Yugyeom standing there, a friendly grin on his face. The sight of him broke through his concentration, and for a moment, he felt a mix of surprise and relief.
He looked up at Yugyeom, his face flushing slightly with anxiety. "H-hi," he stammered, trying to keep his voice steady. "How are you?"
Yugyeom's face lit up with a broad smile. "I'm great, thanks! Just enjoying the day and feeling really good. How about you?" His cheerful tone and confidence contrasted sharply with Jungkook's own nervousness.
Yugyeom's face lit up with a warm, eager smile. "I was wondering if we could hang out this evening," he said, his voice brimming with excitement. "It'd be great to catch up."
Jungkook's heart sank as he closed his sketchbook, feeling a twinge of regret. "I'm really sorry," he said, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "I have work tonight and can't actually hang out." He glanced up at Yugyeom, trying to convey his genuine disappointment. "Maybe another time?"
Jungkook nodded, attempting a smile that felt awkward and unfamiliar. He wasn't quite sure how to act, his anxiety surfacing at the prospect of social interaction. Having never had a friend before, he struggled to navigate the situation. "Yeah, maybe another time," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. His eyes searched Yugyeom's face for reassurance, unsure of how to handle the unfamiliar territory of friendship.
