A Jikook Fanfic;
Jungkook is a new university student studying art and multimedia who is also struggling with his social anxiety when he meets a group of older guys in his school who refuse to leave him alone. A boy with peach colored hair, Jimin, i...
I look up to find my drawing professor looking down at me. His glasses seem a little too big for his face, and he has stern eyes behind the lenses though he truly is a brilliant artist. He raps his knuckles on the table.
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"Jungkook, can you see me after class?" he asks me.
The other students in front of me turn their heads to glance in our direction, and sun-saeng-nim Kang is still waiting for my response. I wipe my hand on my jeans: twenty-five.
"Yes, sun-saeng-nim, that won't be a problem."
He offers me a nod and a smile before making his rounds among the other students, and I let out a breath. I see the girl who sits a few seats away from me wave from my peripheral, and she makes a hissing sound that has me thinking she's trying to get my attention; I ignore her. I return to sketching the eyes of the figure I am working on, and I hear the noise from her again. I sigh, but I don't look in her direction.
"Hey, couldn't you hear me?"
I startle, and I suck in a breath. I look at her, and my heart starts to race. Aish, girls. I look back at my sketch, trying to think of anything but her. My palms start to sweat, but I clench my hand into a fist while I tighten my grip on my pencil.
"Sorry, I didn't think you were talking to me," I say, keeping my head down.
"Well, I was," she replies simply, "I wanted to say that I think you're being chosen."
"Chosen?" I ask as I shade the pupil.
She looks at my drawing, and I'm tempted to block her view; I have to wipe my hand on my pant leg because the sweat has collected uncomfortably—twenty-six. She is leaning in, and I move over a bit. I can practically feel her frown.
"Yeah, chosen," she picks up where she left off, "for the exhibit being held in a couple months."
"What exhibit?"
"What exhibit! What do you mean 'what exhibit?'! The scouting exhibit!"
I glance at her, keeping my head low, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Ugh, boys. It's the exhibit where alumni who have established careers come to look at the students' work to see if they see anyone worth sponsoring through the University. It's a chance for students to get extra financial help, and maybe even land a job for after graduation!"
I flick my hair out of my eyes as I focus on getting the light right in the eye, and I start to add eyelashes when I hear the girl clear her throat. I scratch the nape of my neck with my free hand, and I take in a breath to calm my blood pressure.
"I heard you, and I don't think that's what sun-saeng-nim needs me for. He probably needs my help with something, maybe lifting boxes," I say shortly.
