╰┈─➤Trigger Warning:  Alcoholism mentioned in the color - Blue

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Basketball Legend

You couldn't believe your eyes. The one and only basketball legend of your school was standing in front of you with his red hoodie, red varsity, black jeans and red converse. He looked pretty shameful too, as if he had just been told off for something bad.

"Get over yourself" Yoongi said with disdain clear in his voice, crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive manner as he said he was only here because the coach told him he needed to pass his classes to be part of the schools basketball team. Now this. This brought a smirk to your face as you crossed your arms as well, but not as a defensive move, but one of arrogance. 

"Alright, I'll teach you, but you'll teach me how to get better at basketball, deal?' You asked. You saw a confused expression appear on your tutee's face, but it was quickly masked with one of intrigue and delight at the same time. Maybe this wouldn't be too dreadful.

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Coach Crazy

"Give me 10 laps" Coach Min Yoongi bellowed as he sat down on his seat and sipped water from his bottle after ordering his basketball students to run 10 laps due to their poor performance during the trial matches. "I can't believe you let me down so badly!" he said in an exasperated manner as he shook his head and watched the students run around the sports ground to complete their laps.

"Dude, the other school was just better" a boy groaned as he ran, clearly annoyed with the laps he had to do, and unfortunately, Coach Yoongi heard the boys complaint and stood up angrily. "2 more becuase of Mr Chatterbox there" he bellowed again, earning another collective groan from the boys as they picked up their pace to get this over with.

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School President

The school president Min Yoongi was in a yellow vest as he sat in the school garden with his cabinet members, having hosted a small idea gathering session during the break. The goal was to gather ideas for the next few events, like the school prom and halloween party. 

"Make a prom that's all red and silver, like our school's representative colors" a voice spoke up. "Yeah, and don't make it necessary to turn up with a date" you spoke up, cupping your mouth to make your voice travel better. This caused Yoongi to smile and throw up a heart sign towards you. "Not like you'll have a problem with that" he said casually as he heard another students suggestion. However, that random comment Yoongi made about your relationship with him made a few of your friends nudge you and giggle.

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Pastel Boy

You could've sworn you saw the prettiest pastel haired boy in the subway. He had a pastel mint polaroid in his hands and mint colored hair to match. He looked so soft - so pretty. You weren't even sure you had a word to describe his look, but you knew you would remember it for a while. 

His pale features, the pale hair and complimentary outfit. He was someone you could only remember and hope to run into later on in the near future, and this time- you wouldn't just observe, but you would ask for his instagram maybe.

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╰┈─➤Trigger Warning: Alcoholism mentioned here.

Intoxication

In the back of an abandoned bus, you heard a loud giggle as your friend stood up and tried to walk a straight line, only to fall down a few rows ahead, unable to find his footing due to the amount of alcohol in his system.

You had warned him about the dangers of alcoholism and had tried to weaned him off of the addiction entirely, but his circumstances and bad relationship with his current girlfriend caused him to fall off the deep end again- just when he was getting better. So now here you were, watching over him and making sure he was safe as he rode out the highs before taking him home.

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Underground

"What is the you that you dreamed of? Who do you see in the mirror?" You cheered your boyfriend from the sidelines, watching him spill his heart onto the microphone as he rapped out about his hardships. Making money, saving up, chasing music and working hard to get here.

You couldn't be prouder, watching him light the world with inspiration, watching his fans gain the confidence to speak up and chase after their dreams too. You too, had begun dating him because you saw the drive in him when you two were younger. He'd work multiple jobs to save up, and you had the same drive, working multiple jobs to be able to do what you wanted to do.

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Prince

You had heard that the prince had a young soul, a rebellious one. He had his hair dyed pink to defy the norms of what and how a prince is supposed to look like. As you arrived at the palace to attend the annual ball for up and rising journalists, you couldn't help but look up to see the beautiful prince poised against the bannister above, thoughtfully gazing upon the crowd as he evaluated the journalists. His eyes met yours and you felt yourself freeze in your spot. His stare was entrancing, and you felt like you were under a spell. 

What did this mean? Why was he staring at you for so long? What was he thinking?

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