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Tapping on his desk, lost in his tangled thoughts, Taehyung kept staring at the notebook, memorizing each outline in every sketch he found, trying to spell the French words he saw, too.

He stopped at a sketch that looked a little similar to the girl who owned this notebook.

Though, she didn't have freckles. But still, the sketch looked familiar. He flipped another page in boredom as the rain never stopped outside. As he was about to close the notebook and go back to sleep, he stopped.

Taehyung rubbed his tired eye as he read what was written again.

In korean letters, the name of the street Ha-Eun lived in was there.

Was this a coincidence?? How was it even possible? Did the girl visit that street before?

So many questions rolled around in Taehyung's tired head.

"아이 씨!*" He said in frustration as he closed the notebook and lay on his bed, staring blankly at the wall as the thoughts kept racing in his mind.

"Is it possible that.. she lives.. there?..." he muttered to himself before he lost a fight against sleep, his eyelids closing as he slipped into darkness.

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"Oh, wow."

Taehee looked around in amazement at the neat rooms. She expected a more.. messy place where this smoke guy lived.

"I don't like messy places. They're not a good environment for work."

"Work? Here??"

Yoongi shrugged as he headed to his room, leaving Taehee sitting on the living room couch.

She just looked around, waiting for him to come back. But then she saw a framed photo almost hidden behind a stack of papers.

She slowly got up and held that photo, looking at a different version of Yoongi, a more happy and bright one, his arm hugging a beautiful girl that looked so pure, her smile alone was warm and contagious for Taehee.

She slowly smiled at them when the photo was suddenly snatched out of her hand, making her gasp.

Her gaze met with an angry pair of dark eyes. He didn't say any word though, only pushed a towel and a pair of pants and a sweater at her.

She looked at them in question.

"Go change. That's all I could find for now."

She nodded as she walked to the bathroom after he led her, still wondering who that girl was. And why he changed so much.

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"Hm, yeah. I still have digital photography ugh," Ha-Eun spoke to herself as she held her books and paced through the library, looking through the shelves for yet another book that she needed for the upcoming exam.

Oh, wait, Ha-Eun, this is a library. You can't talk loudly here.

Ha-Eun had stayed up a little late the previous night until the rain had died down and Seokjin had left. But it was actually a fun night with great food. She didn't know he could cook that well.

She finally gave up on looking for that book and closed her tired eyes as she sat on the nearest chair in front of a desk in the library, huffing a deep sigh.

"Mind if I sit here? All the other seats are taken."

Ha-Eun opened her eyes to find her French neighbor holding a stack of books like hers.

She nodded at the French girl who smiled and put the heavy books down, sitting and preparing herself for the torture of studying.

"Exams stressing you out, too?" Ha-Eun asked. The other girl nodded with a tired smile. Then she flipped through her books and notebooks and tried to study while doodling as she read, trying to focus.

Ha-Eun went to her own business, too. But she couldn't help but notice how the girl in front of her was drawing shapes of eyes or hair so absentmindedly.

"Oh, you can draw well."

Dilara looked at her doodles in confusion. "Oh, this? Nah, not really. I like drawing but I'm not that good."

Ha-Eun shook her head. "It's beautiful."

The other girl shrugged. "I don't know. I don't draw that much anymore. I used to draw more back at home. I actually brought a small sketchbook I've used there with me but I think I lost it. It's kind of sad because I've drawn my little sister on it and she really liked that sketch." Dilara faintly smiled as she looked down, the nostalgia seeping into her voice. "I already miss them."

Ha-Eun smiled at her, touching her hand assuringly. "It's okay. Don't worry, time will pass so fast you won't even feel it and you'll come back home in no time. So, try to enjoy these days."

Suddenly, the weight of exams, studying and loneliness that they both shared didn't feel that suffocating anymore. And they both sat there, forgetting about their worries for a while and chatting as if they were longtime friends.

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A/N:

아이 씨*: aish
pronounced ahh-jjjgge
korean interjection that can be used to express frustration or anger. may be considered a curse word by some.
Also do you ship Halara? 😂😂
Anyways hope it's not getting too boring for you. Thank you for reading 💜💜