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"What the hell?" you pulled your arm away. The light was dim, sunlight just barely penetrating through the windows which were covered with graffiti and dust. Overgrown flora sprouting about, obviously, this was the hideout, or more like, an abandoned room.
It was never demolished ever since the remodelling, the university just seemed to keep the old parts around. Jungkook and his friends found the place and thus, it became the hideout.
And by Jungkook and co., it meant his two other friends he had at this place. He has four more, but they've all graduated, surprisingly. The ones still here are called Taehyung and Jimin. This is why you and Hana always go to clubs and karaoke places, because of Jungkook's friends.
The ones who graduated, Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi and Hoseok, most if not, all, run the nightclubs and karaoke places around the area. They also low-key do shady businesses, but you don't need to know full details. You know the surface, but that's it.
Once you and Jungkook arrived, he kept his back facing you. Heaving out a deep sigh, he placed his hands on his lean but toned torso. You, not giving a crap, started leaning on the wall near the door, arms crossed, waiting for the man in front of you to start explaining.
"You good?" he heaved yet another sigh. You cocked your right eyebrow, pushing yourself off the wall, the momentum bringing yourself in front of Jungkook. "Yeah, I'm good."
You stared at him, with eyes of confusion, "What's this all about?"
Placing an arm around your shoulder, suddenly the space between the both of you no longer existed. "Nothing, just worried." he breathed.
"You gonna go to the lectures?" he continued. Should you? You ditched every class, but your inner conscience made you feel a sense of guilt.
"Maybe. I should go to some if I'm bothered to come here anyway."
Jungkook circled his arms around your neck, pulling you in for a back hug, shocking you a little, knowing that he wasn't about skinship and intimacy. But if you would ask, he would always reply with, 'cause it's you.'
Patting his arm gently, he let go, although unwillingly. "I was going to ask you for some stock but now, I think I'm going to head to a lecture, for once. See you later."
Walking off, you could in the corners of your eyes Jungkook waving his arm to call you back, but no sound came out of his mouth. Heading towards the west wing, where art was. Yes, even though you disliked coming to university, you still had to choose a course and thankfully you could be able to pick art and design.
You've always liked art and every aspect of it. Drawing, painting, photography, pottery, everything. It made you feel at peace. Sometimes if you were frustrated with life, you would take out your sketchbook and start letting your imagination run wild.
The west wing, no doubt located on the west side, houses all the technology and artistic rooms. Somehow you seem to remember your schedule, even though you've only attended them for 1 week.
Afterwards, you never really came to them, that was when your shitty hell hole of a life, became slightly better?
You felt anxious, slightly nervous, you never showed up to lectures for as long as you could remember. And you know for sure how the professors and students would react. The professors would either dislike your presence or try to help you out. It one or the other, never both.
The students despise your type. Everyone either hates your guts or doesn't know you exist. Maybe this was a bad idea, but you were already halfway there, might as well continue with the journey.
Once you made it the mahogany, double doors, your heart rate picked up, as you slowly inch your way closer to the door.
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The creaking noises alerted everyone, all eyes were situated on you. Your breath hitched, almost stopping. You were slightly panicking, although you couldn't tell if it was visible or not. Professor Kim, who was your art teacher, as well as a physics teacher, smiled as you entered the letter hall.
Although he only saw you twice in his lectures, you left a unique impression for him. Professor was genuinely concern for your well-being and lifestyle, and he knows what capabilities you have for art. Because one time, he had seen you sitting on the grassy fields on campus, drawing and sketching the scenery in front.
To him, your skills and talent were one of the best he's ever seen.
Everyone starts to whisper, you can't hear what they're saying, but you know what they're thinking about. Anxiety is cutting you deep, it's not like you do illegal stuff on campus. Sure, there's Jungkook and the trading but, that's it.
You dress appropriately when you decide to go to university and so does Hana. The only thing that would trigger the whispers is your reputation. You were known as the dropout, druggie, slut. Name it and it's your identity.
Heading towards the back of the room, you sat by yourself, no one in a 2 meter radius around. Since you don't have books and pencils or a laptop with you, you just resorted to listening. After all, this is the first time you were inside a lecture hall since the beginning of university.
Of course, everything was going smoothly until the professor decides to hand out an assignment.
