Jungkooks POV
I walked into the art class and I fetched my art folder from the box, when I turned around I saw Lee heon-hyo sitting in the, what was an empty space next to me. She was focused into her drawing. Her hair slightly dangling into her face, brushing her ear. From like 10 meters away, it looked like she was drawing a portrait. The face was familiar. I started walking over to my seat and I saw who she was drawing. I smiled as I saw it was gdragons face. She drew him very well.
"Your drawing is good" I whispered. She turned around to face me, i tried so hard not to blush, she was very pretty.
"Thank you" she replied. I gently smiled and turned my head around in case I blushed, which luckily i don't think I did.I was staring into space until I was awakened by a very loud shouting. It was a group in our class, which I call "the group not to mess with" which had the most popular person in our year which is jang sang-woo, although he was a complete rebel. He always wears a snapback and wears a jacket instead of the school blazer. Today he had a black Adidas jacket on and a red snapback placed on his head. Him and his group are very loud and all the teachers had learnt that its no point wasting their time on sorting them out. He wasn't someone I would talk to at all.
As i was faced away from heon hyo, I noticed sang woo quickly look back to his companions. I think he was looking at her.
"Jungkook?!!"
I looked up and I saw the teacher was standing right next to me.
"Is everything alright?" I nodded then the teacher proceeded "okay could you get on with your work then"
I sighed and looked back at my sketchbook. I had no idea what I was meant to be doing. I didn't want to ask. What is wrong with me today?
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Fanfictionthis is a kdrama inspired fan fiction of BTS' jungkook (no smut) this features bad language