Jungkook was bored in class. Who wasn't? Half of the class was already asleep and their teacher, Mr. Joon, didn't even care a single bit.
He sighed as he continued to toss his iron man eraser in the air and catching it repeatedly. It wasn't until he felt a sudden impact on his forehead.
He groaned in pain as he picked up a piece of chalk that had fallen on his desk. Who the heck threw this? He thought angrily and he scanned the room for the culprit but it wasn't till met eyes with his teacher who was looking back at him with the same irritated expression. Well, I guess now I know.
"I was expecting more from you, Jungkook. Stop playing around in my class. Pay attention!" he snarled at him and the class went quiet for a while before he resumed discussing his lessons like nothing happened.
Jungkook sighed. He knew that Mr. Joon wasn't really that mad at him. After all, he was the top of his class. In all of his classes to be exact.
Well, except English class.
He thought of things to do as he waited for class to end and he decided to draw something. He took out his new sketchpad from his bag and pretended to listen incase Mr. Joon had plans of throwing something else at him. The sketchpad was only given to him as a gift from a stranger on his birthday. Nevertheless, he took it and thanked the stranger anyway.
It looked very expensive when he first saw it and he couldn't believe that something like that would just come from a stranger. The cover was made of leather and it had a silk ribbon to tie when you close it. The sketchpad looked like something from a fantasy movie.
Before he started his sketch, he made sure his head wasn't damaged or anything because everyone in school knew that Mr. Joon breaks and destroys everything and Jungkook's head wasn't an exception.
When he made sure that their teacher wasn't looking, he began to sketch on the paper. He had no idea why but it was as if his hand was moving on its own, creating lines and strokes which resulted to a perfectly sketched picture of a girl.
He smiled subconsciously at his work and decided to name the girl.
Short hair, slim figure, thin lips and mesmerizing hazel eyes, He thought. I'll name her Eunha.
As he wrote her name on the paper, he felt the tips of his fingers tingling and a warm feeling inside his chest. Then all of a sudden the girl in the picture started to move, as if she was walking nearer and nearer towards him. The page began to glow brighter and brighter until...
RIIIIIIING
Jungkook's eyes shot open. He squinted his eyes a couple of times until he got used to the light again. He looked around the classroom and saw the class had ended.
Did I fall asleep? He thought to himself as he instinctively turned to look at his sketchpad.
It wasn't on his desk.
He scratched the back of his neck and searched for it. He was about to give up when he saw his backpack on the floor, with the zippers open. The intricate design of the sketchpad was easily distinguished from the plain and dark colored objects inside of his bag. He then realized that he never took it out in the first place.
So, I was dreaming this whole time? No wonder those weird things were happening.
He took out his sketchpad and pencil from his bag. He wanted to draw something while he waited for the next teacher to come in. But when he turned the pages of the sketchpad, he saw something and he couldn't believe his eyes.
I-I thought I was dreaming?!
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✨Dear reader/s,
First of all, I would like to thank you for taking you time to read and for not skipping this author's note/letter.
I just want to make it clear that I wrote this fanfiction not for the purpose of starting a fanwar but for the people who ship this couple. So please do not come here and start immature fights because Jungkook and Eunha aren't even a real couple.
As always, I hope you enjoyed reading and I apologize for the short chapter. It's currently 12 AM and I have class tomorrow so I just wrote this in a hurry.
Once again, thank you for reading and take care guys!
With love,
Dayna 🌸💕
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