From that day onwards, Taehyung found himself going to the art room almost everyday, whether he had art homework to complete or not. He strongly believed that he was not romantically interested in this mysterious girl one single bit, but he couldn't deny that he was curious. She was quite special after all, and he couldn't keep his mind off her.
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And it didn't help that everyday he went to the art room, Jisoo would already be seated there, waiting for him. It made his heart skip a beat, but that was just his heart playing tricks on him. There was no way he would like her - someone like her who was... up there, so far away from him.
Things hadn't been going too well for Taehyung at home. The debt was piling up as his dad kept on gambling and spending away all the money that he had earned on alcohol and cigarettes. His mom had passed away since he was a little child and his father never really cared much about him, so Taehyung was financially independent since for long as he could remember. He did earn his own keep, but the meagre amount he earned everyday from being a coffee barista was simply not sufficient to sustain his already frugal lifestyle.
To add on to his troubles, his dad had beaten him up last night after drowning himself with alcohol. He couldn't understand how and why his life had to turn out this way. He was in a specially bad mood that day, clearly, but for some reason, he still wanted to go - to the art room.
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And much to his pleasant surprise, Jisoo was already waiting there for him. Her face lit up and a smile spread across her face when she spotted Taehyung walk through the doors of the usual art room they met at, and she stood up and hurried him over.
"Ya! You're a bit late today, I thought you weren't coming-" Jisoo's smile disappeared as Taehyung drew closer, and she caught sight of Taehyung's face. "Hey, what's wrong with your face?"
Taehyung's finger instinctively caressed the plaster he had very carelessly stuck across the corner of his mouth. "Oh, it's nothing. Fell into a drain this morning."
