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"Hey! Slow down will you?!" Jungkook shouted as she ran towards the path between the fake flowers.

She laughed then went beside him. "Yeah, yeah."

Suddenly her smile fell and was replaced by a groan. "What is it?" He chuckled.

"We have a quiz the next week. Walk me home now, I need to review." She grabbed his wrist and was about to grab him but he held back.

"Why are you so worried about that? It's a week away, geeze. We'll cross the bridge when we get there." He rolled his eyes and chuckled, letting go of her hand now as they started walking away from the park.

"What bridge?" She frowned.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "The bridge..."

"The Hanggang Bridge?"

After a minute of silence, Jungkook laughed and threw his head back. Still staring at her face that indicates confusion and lack of understanding. "Not the bridge literally. It means we shouldn't talk about that problem right now. It's an idiom."

Her lips turned to an 'o' shape. "Oh... I'm really weak when it comes to idioms and a few slangs."

"I understand." He laughed and patted her head. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

Sana widened her eyes then knitted her eyebrows. "No! I don't want to go back to my dorm yet."

He was shocked with her answer but then chuckled before grabbing her wrist, making her sit on the bench under the trees.

He crossed his legs together and placed his hands inside his pockets. "Do you feel cold?" He asked, glancing down at her legs, noticing she's wearing a skirt. Because of their damn school uniform.

"No, but I'm hungry."

"Again?" He snorted then grabbed something from his bag. "Here, onigri." He said and gave the triangular package of onigri to her.

"Oh, this is delicious." She grabbed it from his hand and started opening it. "Oh, look at that!" She spoke and pointed at the man on the other side of the street who's painting. "It's been a while ever since I painted my 'emotionless' and 'empty-looking' canvas."

He chuckled. "When you paint, you put your heart into it."

She just scoffed then shook her head.

As she eats and chews on the rice balls.... all of the sudden, he sighed. "I miss Busan."

She chuckled. "Talk to me about it."

"Talk to you about what?" He glanced at her.

"About Busan."

"Ah..." He smiled lightly.

"Me... and Jimin Hyung are originally from Busan." He started. "We've known each other ever since we were young, since he... was living just right next to our house. We were neighbors. I remember... I was 4 when I first met him and he was 6 years old. We're 2 years apart though entered the same elementary school. I was always alone and didn't really get to make friends with my other classmates, that's why he approached me."

"He doesn't have the best relationship with his parents. His parents own Park Industries there–"

"Park Industries?"