His Bright Side

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After a very long and tiring day of getting lost, bumping into fellow students, and walking into the wrong classes; Y/n finally made it to her final class of the day.

It's an hour-long psychology course, one which she's been looking forward to all day.

Sure, it's been a rough day so far. What with Yoongi's rejection of her apology and her lack of breakfast, but she's sure this class will cheer her right up!

It hasn't got very much to do with her major, aside from the fact that later on in the semester there will be lectures on the development of the part of the brain which allows human's to learn new languages.

However, Psychology has always fascinated Y/n. So, super useful or not, she was determined to take the class.

Now, she stands just outside of the classroom door smiling down at the new message on her phone.

It's Jungkook, of course. All day long he's been checking in on her, making sure she's found all her classes, etc.

This time, he's asking her to wait up for him after her class ends.

And so, yet again, Y/n glances over her brother's sweet message before promptly typing up a response.

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Gyuukie❤️🐰:
I'll pick u up after ur last class, I wanna make sure u get back to ur dorm alright

Y/n:
That's sweet Gyuuk
The class ends in an hour so I'll let you know
when it's done!

Gyuukie❤️🐰:
ok
And ew don't call it sweet
U make it sound weird

Y/n:
lol whatever

Gyuukie❤️🐰:
Just...
Don't forget

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Chuckling to herself, Y/n turns off her phone and tucks it away just as the bell rings and signals that class is starting.

Her smile brightens with excitement at this, and with a tiny tinge of nervousness now lacing through her expression, she walks inside.

Initially, the classroom looks like any other she's seen before.

Fairly large, four walls, rows of desks filled with classmates who now begin to quiet down after hearing the bell; and lastly, a prim looking professor.

He's middle aged. His skin is nice, only wrinkled around the curves of his lips and at the corners of his eyes. His hair is still full and looks freshly dyed brown.

He's handsome in an admirable elder brother way, and overall is a very approachable person...

Y/n walks directly up to him, watching carefully as he stands from his desk with a stack of papers which he then straightens out atop the wooden surface.

"Excuse me..." she smiles, her tone soft and polite as it always gets when she speaks to someone of importance.

The professor glances up,

"Yes?" He hums, dark brown eyes creasing softly as he tries to appear as un-threatening as possible to the clearly nervous student before him.

She notices, and silently thanks him.