You nod to yourself that morning. It is an unremarkably overcast day with the sun's warmth trapped behind the thick grey clouds. At any rate, this Monday morning would be a testament to how you were feeling at the moment.
It takes mental preparations for the start of the week. Especially now that your Monday, Wednesday, and Friday routine has become a cycle of wake up, get ready, leave the house, get the coffee, go to the English building to deliver, organize the stupid files, go home, and repeat the other two days. Somewhere in there eating and sleeping happens too, but that's not the issue. Sometimes if Yeri's that generous, she'll even let you edit through the articles going through the final draft, but that's if she's too swamped with other duties to do it herself and the other editors are too preoccupied with other assignments. The real issue laid in there is the fact that you actually rejoice when you're given an assignment of that caliber, at least it's a hell of a lot better than morning coffee runs and file sorting.
Somehow since beginning this new internship, you were given the impression that it was going to be, for a better word, fruitful. At least where you were at before, your superiors still had a range of experience in the publishing field that dwarfed yours by decades. You would have never guessed that you would be doing so little. A younger version of yourself—the lazier, even less ambitious self—still would've been appalled at the lack of anything happening at the English department's newspaper staff for you.
Ring! The obnoxious vibration of your phone buzzes against your pant leg, breaking away whatever irksome self-pity that likes to rear its ugly head on these early mornings from pulling you down further. You lean against the cool metal frame of the window and allow the lull of the bus ride to calm your nerves.
"Hello?" you answer, quite gruffly. It's early, but somehow the caller manages to sound unaffected and effortlessly cheerful despite it all. But that's Jennie for you.
"Good morning, Mrs. Grouch! We're still meeting up at 7 right?"
You hum an affirmation in response. You're a few minutes away, thankfully, any longer and you might actually fall asleep.
"Alright, good. I have this new camera, it's supposed to be manual, and I can't wait to try it out. I told you about that right? How I can't just—"
"Look back at the shot immediately like your Canon T1000 or whatever. That you gotta develop it if you wanna see it?"
"Aw, you remembered!" Her tone is so genuine that you can't help but let out a small, sharp laugh.
"Only because you mentioned it a few hundred times."
"For the record, it's a Canon AE-1. Not a human-killing cyborg."
"Aw, you remembered!" you mimic with the same fervor. It makes your friend laugh, even if you can tell she's rolling her eyes at you and your willful ignorance on all things photography. Though in your defense, your strength is stringing words into sentences into stories, not necessarily bringing those literary images to actual printing paper. You would say so, but the bus already feels like it's coming to its stop and you spot her instantly leaning against a brick wall of one of the buildings. "I see you."
Getting off the bus and approaching Jennie with narrowed eyes, who matches your expression solely because you hung up on her first. "You didn't have to wait for me out here. Unless you were only out here to get some snapshots, then you are absolutely insane."
"One, how rude. And two, I argue that this is passion." Which would probably be the best word to describe her. Ever since you met her last year, she has never been without a camera in tow. There's always some portfolio or assignment she needs to complete, and whether she needs to wake up at the crack of dawn or stay out for several hours at time, she'll do it.

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serendipity ∙ jjk
Romance→ loosely enemies to lovers + college au ∙ jeon jungkook ; as a no-nonsense, bright-eyed English major finally obtaining your first scoop on the university's newspaper, the last person you expect to interview is the infamously hotheaded Film major J...