Beautiful Images ::VHope::

Panic

It's 2 in the morning. I can't sleep. I drag my mouse across a picture of NamJoon, brightening some of his features in the picture. I blow a bubble in my gum, not worrying about waking him. He is a heavy sleeper. I groan. This portfolio is never getting finished. It's official. I can't do it. I click out of my files, spinning in my chair before deciding that I actually do need to work on this portfolio. I didn't spend two years trying to get into this program to just fail it. I mess around, dying eyes new colours. I edit the photos of NamJoon some more, dragging a few into my final project. My phone lights up, and I glance at it.

YOONGAY-DADDIO: hey shithead. U up?

I smile to myself, picking up my phone and typing in my passcode. YoonGi is a babe.

Hoseok: yea, what do you need?

YOONGAY-DADDIO: well to fuck you for one
YOONGAY-DADDIO: but actually to ask when the fuck we are going to
hang out next.
(Read 2:18)

I sigh. YoonGi moved to America shortly after I did. We weren't from the same place, but became friends being the only two kids in Kindergarten struggling with English. We both found NamJoon, feeling better knowing that someone else of Korean descent was in our class. We became the inseparable trio, wreaking havoc as a team. We stuck together through high school, only separating when YoonGi became involved in sports and rap music. He and NamJoon had a bit of a falling out. But even then YoonGi and I still "hangout" from time to time.

YOONGAY-DADDIO: really hoehoe, just gunna leave me on
read like that?????

Hoseok: sorry.
Hoseok: wanna get 3 am OCC?

YOONGAY-DADDIO: On Campus Coffee! 3 a.m. exactly.

Hoseok: exactly.

We've gotten a lot of campus coffee over the years. I mean, even in middle and high school we would walk to the University to scope out college kids and drink until caffeine was more common in our system than blood. We would hit on girls and guys way out of our league just because we were teenagers with raging hormones. Occasionally, YoonGi would bring a pack of cigarettes he stole from his dad. We used to think we were so cool. The truth is, we weren't.

I get up, putting on various outfits before deciding on a regular white shirt, skinny jeans, and a beanie (mostly so I don't have to comb my hair). I stare at myself in the mirror, fixing my face, before deciding to add a faux leather jacket. I stand in the full length mirror beside NamJoon's bed, checking to make sure I look the way YoonGi would be expecting me to.

I do.

I walk to Campus Café, getting a seat. There's a guy in the corner, his face stuffed into a book as his hand writes furiously. I study his glasses, and his perfectly combed hair. I decide he's going to be a Maths major of some sort; he probably has a final today and forgot to study.

Other than him, it's just me. A girl is working, and I'm sure that it's just her. She sits behind the counter reading a novel. The photographer in me wants to take pictures of them, but the human in me knows its to early to get them to agree.

The door flies open at exactly 3. I look up, smiling at the short blondie walking in. He scans the room, his eyes finding the other student before meeting mine. He smiles, making his way over to me.