After- School
Jeon Jungkook
Since you first lay eyes on him, since the very first time; you have always admired him.
Jeon Jungkook in Junior High sat at the back of your class, unknown and unnoticed. You always watched him, the quiet kid with big almond-shaped eyes and a shy smile.
He never was a social person; he was passionate but was good at hiding it. How do you know this? You caught him singing one fine day, after-school.
“You have a beautiful voice...“, you said shyly, after he finished singing. You startled him cause he looked a little surprised with a heavy breath, that you noticed. Quickly, you apologise, “Um, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
Both of you starred at each other for a second before you gave in, shyly looking away as you both began to leave. “Thank you,” he muttered under his breath softly, as you closed the door behind you. The next day both of you went back to your own routines, him sitting quietly with his headset on. You admiring him from afar.
A month had gone by after that encounter. You are in the art room, painting with your headset on. The painting represents the peace you find in watching sunsets as you create hues of yellow, orange, purple, pink and red splashed over the vast blue skies. You hope the next sunset you gaze upon looks the same way as you portrayed it to be on the canvas. You add some finishing touches before stretching and removing your headphones.
’You draw beautifully,” said a soft and familiar voice, as you turn around, a bit startled.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” said the boy you always watched from afar. With a faint grin flirting his lips, Jeon Jungkook asks, “Do you want to become an artist?”
You pause to just think for a second, as a million thoughts flood your mind. How long had he been here? Has he been watching me paint the whole time? Did he wait for me to complete? Why is he here? “It’s okay. You just startled me. And no, I don’t want to become an artist,” you reply quietly, trying hard to not show how much he affects you, in a good way.
“I’ll take my leave. See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He waves and steps out of the room. You just stand there for a minute, trying to process what just happened. After a few minutes you start packing your paints and head home.
Days turn into weeks; weeks become months as these little encounters keep happening over time. Sometimes you would stand behind the door and listen to him as he singed, sometimes he would watch you paint through the door left agape. Neither knew about the other admiring them, as you both watched each other from afar.
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