Monday, October 1st

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Jungkook it's running late for taking the 8:00 AM train, again. It's his third semester and still haven't get used to any schedule, not even for his most important classes.

Like today's...

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He's running the fastest he can to catch it and be on time for his sculpture class.

Yeah, art major, he's quite good, but could be better he thinks. But that's not important right now.

He arrived, in time, at the train station. Thankfully there's not many people at 8:00 AM, which is weird, but whatever. There's him, a mom with girl that look it's 5 year old, a grandpa and a guy reading a very thick book...

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The train arrives and everyone in the station get in. He sits near the door so when he arrive to the college station he can leave quickly.

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In front of him is the guy he saw reading back at the station, the book is called 'The Republic' by Plato, and jungkook wonders if he's reading it for fun or because of some assignment.

Jungkook could have ask him, but he's not the type of talking to strangers... or anyone in general, so he decides to draw him. He takes out his scketching notebook and a pencil and starts drawing the stranger.

He forces his eyes to blink when he finds himself staring for too long, wishing inside the stranger doesn't notice he's looking at him, or drawing him...

Suddenly the stranger lift his head and every cell of Jungkook's body froze as he was enchanted by Elsa or something.

He's definitely haven't seen someone that beautiful before, he's not exaggerating. The stranger have long hair and it's wearing glasses and it's definitely the most beautiful sight he has ever seen.

Jungkook must have staring harder than ever because the stranger looked at him and Jungkook could feel how he was scanning his face and his black curly hair. He couldn't take it anymore so he dropped his face and silently praying that the stranger haven't seen the draw he made of him.

The announcement that he arrived to his college station sounded through the speakers of the train, he put everything inside his backpack and stood up, still with his face looking down to his shoes.

The door opened and he got out, thinking about the guy he just saw today and how he wish he could see him again...

'Oh beautiful stranger, i want to see you again'

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