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I sat with my back against the old lake house wall as I concentrated on the paper I had in front of me.


I had to make this as beautiful as him.







I let my hand start sketching down his face on the paper.

Before I knew it, it had been 3 hours and I still sat at the same spot, with the same drawing.


Putting much effort into the shadows and highlights and his perfect details.


It had to be just perfect.








That's before I heard a voice that forced me to take my focus off of the painting.







"Fuck, I really messed up" I heard some mumbling.










No one ever came here?








I soon saw a black haired guy with one side of his hair frizzy and the other curly. Cute.







We made eye contact and his eyes widened a bit as he noticed me.



"Why are you here? And why do I feel like I know you?" He asked in a bratty tone.






"I needed to be alone. Why are you here?" I asked back.






"I messed up and had to get away" he said before he walked closer to where I was sitting.
"Mind if I take a seat?"






"No" I simply said and shook my head with a small smile on my lips.







He sat down and silence fell upon us.

I let the pencil lightly touch the paper as I decided to continue drawing.



"What are you drawing?" He asked curiously.


"It's nothing" I simply said and continued to focus.



He sighed before he took my sketchbook to look at my drawing.


"This is amazing" he admired the drawing. "But-" he cut himself off.


"But what?" I asked worryingly.

"I didn't know you knew Taehyung" he said shocked.

My eyes widened as I heard his name. He knew him?


"Y-you know him?" I stuttered.


"Yeah, we've known each other for so long" he said with a smile "he was the one who told me about this place"



"Oh" I simply said.




"How do you know him?" He asked.





"It's a long story" I said and smiled at the memories.



"I'm not going anywhere" he said and handed me the sketchbook back.






"I don't even know your name" I said since it seemed absurd that I would tell this random stranger about my love life.






"Well, my name is Yoongi, you can call me Suga, I'm 18 and I live with my mom and sister" He said.







"I'm Jungkook, 16 years old and I live with my mom and dad and my older sister" I answered him.

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