Sana got dressed, a black flannel which she completely buttoned up and didn't bother layering with a tank, with some leggings and her black converse.
In a hurry she collected her things, getting to her class- not even bothering to meet Jimin knowing he would be sitting in virtually as he had been lucky enough that his music teacher understood.
Going to a fine-arts school meant teachers are usually more fun and let back because they're teaching a subject that isn't extremely stressful and they actually enjoy.
She bowed, greeting her professor Seokjin who had a beautiful lady beside him and he was an openly gay man so Sana- along with every other person who takes fashion in this room were eager to see who she would be.
Her seat was beside a boy who was quite possibly the most obnoxious little shit she'd ever met, and she enjoyed it. "Hey.", she greeted, sitting down as she pulled out her things.
"Hi.", he said, Sana frowned. So many people, just so sad in this university how many people she'd force herself to care for was infinite.
Taehyung slouched down in his seat, barely even listening when their professor began speaking and introducing the guest. "Tell me Jungkook is taking care of you?", Sana sighed out.
"He is, I'm just- my hands are cold I remember he always held my hands so softly with both of his palms wrapped around each hand one at a time.", Taehyung said, his nose twitching. "He always shook, was always shaking."
"He wouldn't be good at this class.", Sana smiled, lightening the mood the small bit she could.
"Not at all.", he said, shaking his head in agreement. "Americano."
"Americano?", Sana questioned, narrowing her eyebrows in confusion.
"Americano.", Taehyung continued saying. "His favorite coffee, that disgustingly strong taste always had him worked up and all shaky."
"Was never good for him.", Sana said, rubbing Taehyungs shoulder. The entire class was nothing more than her comforting Taehyung and trying to work all at the same time.
